Monday, August 27, 2012

Wacky Dust On A Monday Morning

In and out! It was amazing to get seen with the Equity chicas today. For a street tapper, I got through 42nd Street well enough. I only left some of my brains in my granny boots. I was cut and OK with it. Then on to Guys and Dolls. Which was insanely fast. Hot box girls on wacky dust. Also cut and OK with it. I got out there, put some mileage on my brand new little card, and got home in time to chill out some before heading out Westchester for rehearsal. Nap and a shower are the next things on my list!

Sunday, August 26, 2012


Cole Porter writes stupidly catchy songs. Even ones that are not his best keep hopping thru my brain. We're halfway through our stretch. We have a short day and a late start tom. I plan on hitting some auditions in the morning and getting some mileage out of my AGMA card. Then it's on to ten out of twelves (grossly long days) and opening! As my favorite button declares "Voila!"

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Lunchtime Update

Coming to you live from the bowels of the Westchester Broadway Theatre! It's day 2 of rehearsal and we have already chunked out a whole lot of material. Which we have to for how quick we go up. Yesterday went well, and the leftover Indian food from palling around with my Pappa made yesterday a very good day. I'm sleeping amazingly well, having a good time, and getting paid. Plus it's time for lunch! Can't complain!

Saturday, August 18, 2012

On Lake Time

Life always seems to move faster than it should when it's going well. Dentist visits, eye Dr. Appts, an a hair appt all crammed into 24 hrs. Now my eyes are declared no worse than before, my teeth are clean, and my hair is redder than I meant it to be (which is all right cause it will fade before I'm auditioning again). It was then onto my aunt and uncle's lake house in Crockett, TX. On lake time, it's always five o'clock somewhere and chilling is the plan. No internet to do work with. Just boats and brewskies. It was a fabulous full vege-ing and relaxing time. Visited the g parents and now it's back to Jersey and onto the next job!

Sunday, August 12, 2012

Will Travel. Somewhere. Hopefully.

So here I sit, starting my 11th hour at Newark airport. Travel plans to escape have not gone well. The boss wouldn't let me leave early on Fri, then didn't pay me. Rain caused all sorts of delays and cancelations. It made it impossible to get out Fri night and Sat was impossible. So I got my poor little non revenue standby butt up before the sun and have been trying all day to get somewhere else. A diverted flight, mechanical delays, and overbookings have meant that my chances are small, but I got to get out of here! Anywhere but the tiny flourscent lit terminal in the most depressing part of Newark. Things that have kept me sane so far: 1. The early morning Air Canada crew. The pilots were one really young and one really old South Park-esque Canadians full of goofy prononuncitations getting their coffee. Then the booking crew on the ground was a Jamacian man and a hispanic woman. At 6 in the blesses AM, that's high comedy. 2. The Denverite standby who has been here long than me. Her hair is french braided into pigtails, she's carrying a backpacking backpack, not wearing any makeup, and wearing hiking shoes. While this makes sense for Denver, what on earth was she doing here? 3. A grown man eating sourpatch like a small child or a dog. 4. The Aumish family that couldn't figure out their gate. (Hint: It's one of three) 5. Derranged yuppies and soccer mom's who think their travel plans are the most important thing in the world. The yuppie in plaid pants and a turquoise polo ties the crazy soccer mom with over plucked eyebrows, pink capris, ugly sandals with bows, and a crazy look under those super high arched brows. All in all, I'm just trying to keep my sanity and my hope. I will get somewhere. Over the rainbow!

Tuesday, August 7, 2012

Woof For Marvin: Nobody Does It Better

I got a text message today from a college coffee buddy that confused me. "I am reeling right now. I did not expect to be this upset about Mrvin's passing...Woof." It took me a few minutes to figure out. Marvin Hamlisch died today. Quintin is a huge Chorus Line lover, so naturally he got a little upset. But there is no need to be upset for Marvin. He lived a rich full life and is now tickling the ivories elsewhere. In his honor, let's all make one hell of a wake. Get out your whiskey and sing along for Marvin. Woof indeed, my dear Quintin. Woof!

Thursday, August 2, 2012

Evita And My Cobbler

Took the kids to see Evita yesterday. The production was slick and opinion less which doesn't work. Weber and Rice gave enough one note writing that n entirely one note production of it. Hal Prince's staging def has an opinion of Perron. And it's not a good one. Instead dingy, dirty, backstabbing politics, this was a sleek sexy Evita. Which was boring and pointless. Plus Eva had vocal issues and some hardcore one note acting. Ricky was also miscast but given the right project, he could actually be a decent pop to Broadway transplant.
But now onto my true favorite topic: shoes. Took a visit to the cobbler during my break at work. No matter where I go, cobblers seem to all be little old men. Quite often, ethnic little old men. My cobbler in South Orange isn't super cheap, but he does beautiful work. Plus I love that he asks me in heavily accented English if I dance in the Broadway. He does shoes for the Metropolitan Opera. Hopefully, someday he will be doing work on shoes for me when someone else is paying. But for now, he's putting zips in my boots and bracing and rubberizing my silver shoes. Once I pick up a pair of taps, I will,l send him my black shoes. After all, cobblers are a dancer's best friend!