Tours, Texts & E-mails - Oh, my!

Lovelies,  today has been pretty uneventful so far...  Woke up late (uugh- that's $$ that I'll be missin' out on -- I get paid hourly, so when I don't work the cash doesn't come in!)  

BUT I did go on a tour today with the Urban Mothers Group - we went to the Whitney Museum and saw the biennial exhibit.  It's mainly of new emerging artists - very interesting stuff!  (mainly sculpture and video art, but overall was great!)  And our tour guide told us the stories behind the works of art & of how their makers chose (or didn't choose in some cases) to present the final product.  

Some of it was TOTALLY beyond my grasp, but the guide was very good at making what could be seen as just another exposed large photograph or just a pile of colored bees wax into a work of art -- I love that I get to call myself an artist, too!  It's fun for me to breathe life into a song or text.  (Speaking of fun - I still have to do my homework for the Musical Theatre Class I'm taking tonight!  I love me some Boyle, it's true -he's the guru for Musical Theatre lovin' folk here in NYC.  

So that brings me to work... where I'm at right now - calling Manhattan Mini Storage and waiting for a text from Cute Upper East Side Guy...  

Lovelies, did I do the right thing to send him a reminder text?  He hadn't called me, but told me on Friday night what a great time he had & that he would like to take me out again sometime.  But then never called.  So today - because I need closure - sent him a text & here's how things are playing out...

Miss M: Cute Guy!  Really enjoyed meeting you last week.  Thanks again for the great evening!  All the best - Miss Musical

And he responded:

CG: Hey there you are.  I had fun as well.  How's your day going...

Miss M: Great!  Just wrapped up a museum tour - was really interesting!  How's your day going?

CG: Not too bad.  Mad Busy with work though - sucks.  Want to be outside.  What museum?

Miss M: The Whitney.   Lots of Sculptures & Video Art!  Bummer that work is busy for you... Hope it gets better!  :)

And I haven't back from him yet.  (Mind you this is all of 15 minutes ago - so now I've laid the groundwork.  I texted.  I let him know I was still alive.  Now it's his turn to make the move...  

...or perhaps I've just got to face the fact that I was the first to get in touch and that usually means - what ladies?!  Say it with me:

He's Just Not that Into You!

I hate when that fucking book is right...  and it happens so many more times than not.  

On an up-note I'm drinking a lovely diet Coke right now - which can put a smile on my face at any time!  (I'm so easy to please... give me a diet Coke and a sunny day & I'm a happy girl!)

Weekend Fun-Ness....

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I have a crush...

Lovelies...  It's spring in NY, the birds are chirping, the bees are buzzing, and I have that glorious feeling where you are so freakin' excited to see someone you want to jump out of your skin!

I am totally smitten with this particular fella in my life right now.  One word: Dreamy.  Oh, wait - a second word: Kind.  Yeah, dreamy kindness makes this girl melt every time.  

And he's tall.  And semi-exotic (he's a half & half -- half American, half something that makes me want to ravish him, declare my undying love for him and suggest that we move to his homeland and make little Portuguese speaking babies...)  Sigh...

But things that I am mad at myself about:

1. I should not be using all my precious mental time day dreaming about someone I hardly know - for heaven sakes - he could work at McDonald's and live in his parents basement!  (I highly doubt that, but one never knows  does one..)  That is unless one asks which college you went to, what are you planning to do with your life if the theatre thing doesn't work out...

2. He's an actor.  I NEVER EVER date actors.  They are one big mess of trouble - and every actor I've hooked up with or dated has come to me soon after declaring his love of Ethel Merman and telling me that he "likes men now".  I don't want to be someone else's pit stop out of the closet - really... twice was enough... (Oh, College.  Sigh...)

3. Deep down, I worry if I really deserve to feel this way.  I often worry that because I'm a size 10, will anyone love me?  It seems like all the pretty thin girls are OK and get the gold stamp to go on and achieve happiness.  But for some reason, I feel like my bigger mid-section and normal size legs would be SO gross to any man...  I'm not a thin girl and for some god awful reason I've come to the conclusion that pretty= thin.  And Thin does not = Miss Musical...

Terrible, I know, and I hate wallowing here (but permit me to wallow for one moment more).  I do not try and complain about my body to others, but I hate it sometimes.  I really do.  I wish I could be as thin as my girlfriend Lo, or have boobs that actually match my larger frame (God played a cruel trick on me and gave me a size 10 waist and A cup boobies.  It sucks.)  

Now I have nice legs, pretty eyes, and a great smile -- but so do half the other bitches in NYC and most of them are also a size 4.  (My secret weapon is that I have more personality and zest for life in my little finger than most people have in their life!  This is a perk & a draw back, though... )

Bottom line - Totally smitten with the fella...   But why am I having so much trouble being smitten with myself - life is way to short to sweat the small stuff!  I have my health and my sanity and all my family members are safe & healthy - what more could any girl ask for, really?  

Mamma Mia! Here I go... well, not quite again...

Lovelies! Yesterday I got a phone call from the casting office that works on Mamma Mia!

(Don't get too excited... I wasn't asked for a callback or audition) BUT I was asked to be a reader!

Clappity - clap - clap!!!

FYI - the reader is someone who the casting office brings in to read sides with the people auditioning... and I was that girl for this call! They were auditioning for the lead young male understudies in Mamma Mia - so I got to read the young female part. (which I have never considered myself to be that kind of part - so that was exciting to get to read for it!)

The fellas that came in for the reading were all so sweet and talented! (and HOT! -- I got a little icky in my yuckies.... so to speak...)

Was really fun to hear what goes on after they leave the room - you could really tell this group of people knew what they wanted - made me feel good about when I go and audition! I am doing nothing wrong -just am not a correct "type" for a show or perhaps not the vocal sound or styling that they're looking for!

I'm just so pleased that I got to be a part of the whole thing- and while I wasn't perfect, I felt pretty darn good about it! And I had fun - which is the most important thing! (but really - how can you not have fun when you get to have hot men singing & touching you!?!)


At times it felt like the picture below... Hot.... I love my job!

What to do?? What to do??

Lovelies, for my musical theatre class we had to write out our plans (one sheet for each time period) for: 1 week, 1 month, 6 months, 1 year, 5 years, 10 years and 20 years. It's very exciting as I'm a very ambitious girl when it comes to the career and such!


Some of my goals were financial based, and that was a real eye-opener. I discovered that at some point I want to be a homeowner and also that I'd like to have a decent slush fund as well as retirement fund... And I usually don't think a lot about the moo-lah, so that was interesting for me...

Now most of the 1 month, 6 month 1 year and 5 year goals include: get a date for New Years at least once, get a callback for a Broadway show, get an agent, work on new website layout, read at least 30 new books, see 20 Broadway shows, etc...

The 10 year one is the real shocker, as my top three goals shifted from being theatre-based to family based. 1. Being Happily married to an awesome guy! 2. Having 2 healthy and happy children 3. Seeing my family between 8-10 times per year.... with "Summer in Minnesota???" in parentheses... But directly after is "In 10 years I hope to have done 4 Broadway shows or more, 1 national tour, and visited Thailand or India (perhaps on my honeymoon.)"


Ambitious, much??

But seriously - the exercise was really fun to do! And very informative about myself and my goals! (some of which I didn't even think of before!) Also, it made me think that no matter how much I plan, things might not work out the way I intended. But that's OK! It's what keeps life interesting!

...And it made me think of the little things I want to do - like be kissed along the Seine in Paris... I want to do that sometime! I'm such a romantic!

So, my Lovelies: What are your little or big "To-Do's"??

I'm so curious to hear!

Good Auditions & GREAT Stories!

Lovelies, on Friday I went on three great auditions:

1. National Tour of Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. (I sang a soprano song appropriate for Truly Scrumptious and then they asked me to belt! Hooray! I said Yea! Because you see, that's kinda what I do!)

2. Damn Yankees at City Center (I'm sure they have someone cast in the leads already, but I sang my heart out on Mambo Italiano!)

3. McCarthur Theatre. (They're doing a show called Take Flight about aviators. God loves singing pilots, right?? I want to be Amelia - she's cool since she disappears!)

So that's fun that I got to do all those auditions...

Lat night I saw an awesome move: "Young At Heart". Its a documentary about senior citizens who are in a choir, but they sing rock music!! It's GREAT! I haven't laughed and cried that hard in a theatre in YEARS!! These people in the movie are so delightful & vibrant, it made me want to get old just so I could be in the choir with them! So EVERYONE who loves to laugh and loves music should go and see this movie! I loved it!

If you didn’t catch it, the film follows young@heart, a chorus line of senior citizens (average age 80), rehearsing for one of their world tours. What makes the group different is the music they cover. Radiohead, Sonic Youth, Talking Heads, Coldplay etc.

Just an awesome moive....

And now... for a GREAT story! And please read all the way to the end - it really is an excellent read! I think you'll all enjoy it! (Especially if you love dogs!)

The Old Man and the Dog "Watch out! You nearly broadsided that car!"

My father yelled at me."Can't you do anything right?"

Those words hurt worse than blows. I turned my head toward the elderly man in the seat beside me, daring me to challenge him. A lump rose in my throat as I averted my eyes. I wasn't prepared for another battle. "I saw the car, Dad. Please don't yell at me when I'm driving." My voice was measured and steady, sounding far calmer than I really felt. Dad glared at me, then turned away and settled back.

At home I left Dad in front of the television and went outside to collect my thoughts. Dark,heavy clouds hung in the air with a promise of rain. The rumble of distant thunder seemed to echo my inner turmoil. What could I do about him?

Dad had been a lumberjack in Washington and Oregon. He had enjoyed being outdoors and had reveled in pitting his strength against the forces of nature. He had entered grueling lumberjack competitions, and had placed often. The shelves in his house were filled with trophies that attested to his prowess.

The years marched on relentlessly. The first time he couldn't lift a heavy log, he joked about it; but later that same day I saw him outside alone,straining to lift it. He became irritable whenever anyone teased him about his advancing age, or when he couldn't do something he had done as a younger man.

Four days after his sixty-seventh birthday, he had a heart attack. An ambulance sped him to the hospital while a paramedic administered CPR to keep blood and oxygen flowing. At the hospital, Dad was rushed into an operating room. He was lucky; he survived. But something inside Dad died. His zest for life was gone. He obstinately refused to follow doctor's orders. Suggestions and offers of help we returned aside with sarcasm and insults. The number of visitors thinned,then finally stopped altogether.

Dad was left alone.

My husband, Dick, and I asked Dad to come live with us on our small farm.We hoped the fresh air and rustic atmosphere would help him adjust. Within a week after he moved in, I regretted the invitation. It seemed nothing was satisfactory. He criticized everything I did. I became frustrated and moody. Soon I was taking my pent-up anger out on Dick. We began to bicker and argue. Alarmed, Dick sought out our pastor and explained the situation.

The clergyman set up weekly counseling appointments for us. At the close of each session he prayed, asking God to soothe Dad's troubled mind. But the months wore on and God was silent. Something had to be done and it was up to me to do it.

The next day I sat down with the phone book and methodically called each of the mental health clinics listed in the Yellow Pages. In vain, Explained my problem to each of the sympathetic voices that answered. Just when I was giving up hope, one of the voices suddenly exclaimed, "I just read something that might help you! Let me go get the article."

I listened as she read. The article described a remarkable study done at a nursing home. All of the patients were under treatment for chronic depression. Yet their attitudes had improved dramatically when they were given responsibility for a dog. I drove to the animal shelter that afternoon. After I filled out a questionnaire, a uniformed officer led me to the kennels. The odor of disinfectant stung my nostrils as I moved down the row of pens.

Each contained five to seven dogs. Long-haired dogs, curly-haired dogs, black dogs, spotted dogs, trying to reach me. I studied each one but rejected one after the other for various reasons too big, too small, too much hair.As I neared the last pen a dog in the shadows of the far corner struggled to his feet, walked to the front of the run and sat down. It was a pointer, one of the dog world's aristocrats. But this was a caricature of the breed. Years had etched his face and muzzle with shades of gray. His hipbones jutted out in lopsided triangles. But it was his eyes that caught and held my attention. Calm and clear, they beheld me unwaveringly. I pointed to the dog.

"Can you tell me about him?" The officer looked,then shook his head in puzzlement. "He's a funny one. Appeared out of nowhere and sat in front of the gate.We brought him in, figuring someone would be right down to claim him. That was two weeks ago and we've heard nothing. His time is up tomorrow." He gestured helplessly.

As the words sank in I turned to the man in horror. "You mean you're going to kill him?" "Ma'am," he said gently, "that's our policy. We don't have room for every unclaimed dog." I looked at the pointer again. The calm brown eyes awaited my decision"I'll take him," I said. I drove home with the dog on the front seat beside me.

When I reached the house I honked the horn twice. I was helping my prize out of the car when Dad shuffled onto the front porch. "Ta-da! Look what I got for you, Dad!" I said excitedly. Dad looked, then wrinkled his face in disgust. "If I had wanted a dog I would have gotten one. And I would have picked out a better specimen than that bag of bones. Keep it! I don't want it" Dad waved his arm scornfully and turned back toward the house. Anger rose inside me. It squeezed together my throat muscles and pounded into my temples.

"You'd better get used to him, Dad. He's staying!" Dad ignored me. "Did you hear me, Dad?" I screamed. At those words Dad whirled angrily, his hands clenched at his sides, his eyes narrowed and blazing with hate. We stood glaring at each other like duelists, when suddenly the pointer pulled free from my grasp.

He wobbled toward my dad and sat down in front of him. Then slowly, carefully, he raised his paw.

Dad's lower jaw trembled as he stared at the uplifted paw. Confusion replaced the anger in his eyes. The pointer waited patiently. Then Dad was on his knees hugging the animal. It was the beginning of a warm and intimate friendship. Dad named the pointer Cheyenne.

Together he and Cheyenne explored the community. They spent long hours walking down dusty lanes. They spent reflective moments on the banks of streams, angling for tasty trout. They even started to attend Sunday services together, Dad sitting in a pew and Cheyenne lying quietly at his feet. Dad and Cheyenne were inseparable throughout the next three years. Dad's bitterness faded, and he and Cheyenne made many friends.

Then late one night I was startled to feel Cheyenne 's cold nose burrowing through our bed covers. He had never before come into our bedroom at night. I woke Dick, put on my robe and ran into my father's room. Dad lay in his bed,his face serene. But his spirit had left quietly sometime during the night.

Two days later my shock and grief deepened when I discovered Cheyenne lying dead beside Dad's bed. I wrapped his still form in the rag rug he had slept on. As Dick and I buried him near a favorite fishing hole, I silently thanked the dog for the help he had given me in restoring Dad's peace of mind. The morning of Dad's funeral dawned overcast and dreary. This day looks like the way I feel, I thought, as I walked down the aisle to the pews reserved for family. I was surprised to see the many friends Dad and Cheyenne had made filling the church. The pastor began his eulogy.

It was a tribute to both Dad and the dog who had changed his life. And then the pastor turned to Hebrews 13:2. "Be not forgetful to entertain strangers." "I've often thanked God for sending that angel," he said. For me, the past dropped into place, completing a puzzle that I had not seen before: the sympathetic voice that had just read the right article.

Cheyenne 's unexpected appearance at the animal shelter. . . his calm acceptance and complete devotion to my father. . . and the proximity of their deaths And suddenly I understood. I knew that God had answered my prayers after all. Life is too short for drama & petty things, so laugh hard, love truly and forgive quickly.

Live While You Are Alive.
Tell the people you love that you love them, at every opportunity.
Forgive now those who made you cry.
You might not get a second time.
- Catherine Moore


...SEE I told you it was good!

Sun burn, Dismissals & Beverages of the Adult Nature...

Lovelies, some big events happened today!


I got my first sun burn of the season whilst on a walking tour with the Urban Mothers group that I help out with - it's itchy now. Delightful. And my face just got color - but my shoulders are BRIGHT RED. Am going to have a super tan line from this one, I'm sure....

Another fun thing is that I FINALLY quit my hostessing job at the Pan Asian Palace in Times Square. But the weird thing was, when I told my manager he said "Well, actually I have to let you go..." like he was trumping my 2 weeks notice! And then he told me he didn't want me there if I was going to have a bad attitude, which I so do not. I would never leave any place I work on a bad note. (and for the record I am working on Saturday night, but he won't let me work a second week - what's up with that?? I WANT to give my full two weeks.)



All I can say about this besting me is: What the F#%K?!

It irks me that he had to go and do that just to save face for himself, but now can I still say that I'm leaving on my own terms? I mean, I just wanted it to be MY call, not his. And the he brought up the fact that I'm late a lot. This is true, but not crazy 3 hours late, like 10 or 15 min. late. And it's not all the time -it's once a month or so. So he said he was letting me go because of that... It wrecked my whole plan. But here's my question: Is it still OK to put this on my resume, because I'm sure that the way he sees it is that he fired me?? - which I don't look at it that way...

Now, it did pull in an extra 5,000 last year from the Pan Asian Palace, but I'd rather start my own home organizational business. I did that in Minnesota and loved it - so I'm hoping to do that same thing in NYC! (I should really put my before & after pics of rooms I've done on this blog - I'm pretty good at organizing) and I'm sure the Upper East Side mommies would pay big bucks for it! I had two moms in my tour group this morning ask to use me! So that might be a good Saturday afternoon gig.

...Or I could join a band - that would be fun, too!


Whatever happens - I know one thing: This little lady is treating herself to a beer tonight!

Birds do it, bees do it...

... even ugly people who ride the subway somehow find a way to do it!



Lovelies, nothing pleases me more than to see two people who really love each other.

Truly...

However, nothing pleases me less when they decide to, Oh I don't know - Have sex in the back row of a movie theatre. Or Make out on the subway!

I want to scream at them HELLO!! There's other people here, too! GET A FREAKIN' ROOM!


This weekend I decided to go and see the Flight of the Red Balloon (different than the Red Balloon from 1956). So here I was watching this movie in the delightful Paris theatre (which actually has a proper mezzanine) and half way through the move I hear an "Oh, Oh, OH!" behind me.



I glance to see what's happening - and yup, you guessed it -- two twenty-somethings going at it like rabbits in the theatre - she was sitting on his lap. Uugh - it grossed me out. And this was at a CLASSY RESPECTABLE FOREIGN FILM THEATRE!!!

What is the world coming to?!

I'd Put Him in the Boot of My Car (if you know what I'm sayin'!)

Oh, Husband. Must you be on this silly TV show....


Lovelies, I was in the midst of taxes hell last night and waiting for The Bachelor: London Calling to come on TV.

It didn't! (Tragedy!) They put on Samantha Who instead!! I was miffed, but what can you do?!

I'm a little in love with the Bachelor as he doesn't seem like a royal asshole like the rest of the Bachelors - he is always kind & respectful to the girls and seems to be genuinely looking for his wife and not just happily parading around with his harem of women.

Hmm... too good to be true?? Perhaps. But why is it called REALITY TV then? Shouldn't it be dubbed "Not quite reality TV?" or "This vision is eschewed TV"? Oh, ABC, you ruffle my feathers sometimes!
(Plus I wonder if he's so nice because he was an unattractive child or anti social child. Usually people who have a chance of getting called "Matty the Fatty" end up being more kind to others in their adulthood. Either that or serial killers. I'll take option number one.)

Funny thing is that I actually applied to be on this season of the Bachelor. They didn't even send me a Thanks, but No Thanks e-mail. Another strike against ABC.


On a good note I went to H&R block today and found out what Santa Claus does in the off season - TAX REFUNDS!! I worked with a lovely man named John, who looks a little like Santa, and he got me back money! Hooray!

Now after the H&R Block fee I'm not getting back that much, but WHO CARES??!! My taxes are DONE! And it feels so good to say that!

As my mom would say "That's a nice feather to stick in your cap!"

Spring has Sprung in NYC! (From Last Thursday)

**This is the one I started last Thursday... Sorry for the delay lovelies - it's going to jump around a bit**

Lovelies - it's here! Spring is HERE! It's 68 degrees and sunny outside right now!

Pure bliss!

Today has been busy, but productive so far! I woke up at 7a.m. (uugh) and trucked my cookies down to Ripley Greer Studios for the Roundabout theatre audition for Pal Joey. (I like that show!) But I'm sure they'll cast all the parts with people from the appointment and invited auditions.... Oh, well, we'll have to wait & see! I felt really good about my audition - and for being 10a.m. I feel like I did a pretty bang -up job!

The casting associate was in the room today - not even the casting director. The good thing about that is that you really don't know when the casting associate will become the casting director in a year or two... So it's good to play nice as others climb up the ladder!

Last night was the third week of the Musical Theatre Forum. One word to describe the class: AWESOME! My class is so freakin' talented it's scary. We are now starting to get into the thick of classes and I'm REALLY enjoying it! This week our guest casting director was Cindy Rush - and she was so sweet! I went last & sang "Spark of Creation" and also my R&H standard ballad. Here's what happened:

I sang Spark, it was OK. I sang again with direction to be Elphaba casting a spell. THEN my teacher, or as I call him the Wonderful Wizard of Boyle, came and told me to close my eyes... and then he took my hands and put them out in the air outstretched while I was singing and then told me to lean forward and move my legs into a wider stance.

Oh.My.God. Result = AWESOME. I felt so powerful & grounded, it was a little scary for me! But eye opening!

(now onto the next post...)

Spark of Creation is a big high belt number -

Let's talk about Food!

Lovelies, one of my favorite things to do (other than buy fabulous clothes & do musicals) is to Eat Delicious Food! Me gusta the comer & beber. (you all read Spanglish, right?)

So I thought today I'd list off some of my favorite NYC places to eat (and also one that I haven't been to yet that I WANT to go to!)

One of my all time favorite places to eat is Etc. Etc.

This is a small place on 44th between 8th and 9th, but they have half servings of pasta that are priced $9/$10 bucks! Can't go wrong with that! And because they bring you lovely bread baskets, you really don't need more than 1/2 portion of pasta. The wine list is fantastic. (I like the Cabernet myself) Plus they have a dessert selection that makes my mouth water, but if you just want a little something sweet, never fear - the little complimentary dessert balls of chocolate & vanilla are sure to be enough!


Now Etc.Etc.'s big sister Vice Versa is wonderful, too! (See dish above) This place is a tish more expensive, but well worth it - and in the summer they have an outdoor patio in the back that seats up to 25! Plus their wine list is even more killer than the little sister restaurant!

The atmosphere here is more traditional & upscale, but it still has a very fresh take and the creative dishes of food (and endless bread baskets) are lovely!


Also, Whym is just delightful. The owners said of their restaurant: "Whym concentrates on pepped-up remixes of hearty traditional dishes, playing with classics the way their logo toys with form (it reads the same even when it's flipped). Take for example the chopped salad, which here features asparagus, bosc pear, beet cubes, crumbled feta, and a basil vinaigrette. The best thing about the dish though is that it works and is delicious: this is not a reinvention for originality's sake, it is an exploration with real purpose."


I really want to try this place called Town. (It looks fancy, but not pretentious!) Here's what the review said on City Search.

The Scene Finding Town can be tricky: Unless you're spending the night at the Chambers Hotel, you might never even know it existed. Hidden in the back of the hotel, the dining room is comfortable, decorated in muted grays, suited to discussing real-estate ventures and other business.
The Food Chef-owner Geoffrey Zakarian cooks in a rich, high-gloss style, and there isn't a single dish on the menu that has not been intensely prepared and intricately thought out. His menu's high points bear witness that the good aspects of this approach far outweigh the bad: vivid, chemical-green chilled pea soup with prosciutto; savory escargots in a dense truffled risotto; fluke carpaccio with bracing blood oranges and mint. Save room for the better-than-average petit fours, the best of which is an unusual but great single-malt scotch tartlet.

Miss Musical's Tried & True:

Etc. Etc.
352 W 44th St
New York, NY 10036
Phone: (212) 339-4141

Vice Versa
325 W 51st St
New York, NY 10019
Phone: (212) 399-9291
Fax: (212) 399-9327

Whym
889 9th Ave
New York, NY 10019
Phone: (212) 315-0088


Miss Musical Wants to Try:

Town
15 W 56th St
New York, NY 10019
Phone: (212) 582-4445

I love me some NYC restaurants!

New Dress! New Shoes! I'm totally having a BCBG fashonista fun day!

Lovelies, I just went to BCBG Max Azria and spent some SERIOUS money on clothes.  Here's the fun part - 2/3 of it was already paid for!  

But How is it Paid for Miss Musical, you might ask??

Well, Lovelies, The Lady of the House, who I am personal assistant to, left a store credit on my desk last week with a note that said "Happy Easter, Miss Musical!  Here's a store credit that you might enjoy - go buy yourself something nice!"

I nearly wet myself I was so excited!  New clothes!  From a fancy store on Madison Avenue that I could normally NEVER AFFORD!  Hooray!!!

I tried on some dresses there yesterday and just didn't find one that suited my tastes.  I went back today & looked at shoes and casual dresses and.... Violia!  Found the dress above (got it in violet - not the blue above) and also the shoes below!  

I love clothes!  And I love my Musical Theatre Audition Class!  Last night we were very lucky to have the delightful casting director from Papermill Playhouse and North Shore Theatre come & watch our class.  She's great & I'm going to refer to her as the PaperMill Goddess.  (or PMG, if you will...)

Now Lovelies,  I used to think that the PMG was a little scary (come to think of it I used to think all casting directors were scary) but when you realize that they all have lives & families it's not so bad once you realize that!  They're real people, too!  (and hey, like the kids book says - Everybody Poops.)  

And last night the PaperMill Goddess was LOVELY & KIND & Honest with me about my audition material.  Loved that!  I sang my big 1940's belter number which I love to sing!  (Kelly Clarkson did it on the first season of Idol - for those of you who remember...)  

Then she asked for a good actor song that showed the best part of my voice and I sang "Imagine My Surprise" from Personals.  For those of you who remember Bean-O, I use him a visual for who I'm singing to and it get's me to that good acting/ real person place EVERY TIME!  (I usually start to choke up at the end of the song).  

BTW - this song is GREAT for any girl who has had a great relationship and you were into it and he wasn't.  So I did that twice in the room, and it was hard for me to make the transition from the big 1940's number into the second song. But my second time through the second song I totally went there and was just talking to Bean-O (he wasn't there, but I imagined he was) and again... got choked up & had to deal with that during the end of the song.  

RAW HONESTY - People love it & they can't get enough of it.  Both VP and the Goddess approved.  When I become vulnerable & let people into my own brain & life that's when my "X" factor kicks in.  (and that's the X factor in the casting world - that something you can't put your finger on that makes a performer exciting & makes you as an audience member want to watch them.)  

It's a gift & a curse, because when it's on, IT'S ON!  But when it's off... well, let's just say it's not the best work I can do.

Overall, I felt like I gave a really good showing for the PaperMill Goddess and also for VP, but most importantly, I felt like I really gave a good showing to myself.  

(OMG- that was so cheezy...)

But I sure felt rockin' about the class last night!  (And let me tell you - my fellow classmates all ROCK - we have a really talented group of people!)  I'm so thrilled that I get to have this class for another 5 weeks!  

Internet dating is Not Always Kosher.

Lovelies, I've been a little out of touch lately - it's something I promise I'll work
on!

In addition to my usually crazy auditioning life I've been doing the match.com thing,
this is always a very interesting process in dating someone. However, this one fella
and I had been e-mailing for quite some time and he seemed really great. Asked for
my phone number, called me, I called him back the next day & then I never heard back
from him!

WHAT THE F#@K!!

So, as I was cleaning out my inbox today I noticed his long -forgotten e-mail asking
for my number & I decided to e-mail him back to let him know how to avoid this in the
future!

This was the e-mail:

Hey there, John,
Just wanted to send you an e-mail & let you know
that I was a little bummed when you didn't return
my call last week. And of course you didn't miss
your window of opp. then, but when you didn't call
me after a week.... well, perhaps some things aren't
meant to be...

FYI for next time - girls love it when you call when
you say your going to! It'll always score you big
points in the female world - whether it's your
sister, mom or gal your interested in - we as a
female people love that!

Best of luck to you,
Miss Musical

AND HE ACTUALLY HAD THE BALLS TO WRITE BACK!!

This is what he wrote:

You are right and I have absolutely no excuse. I think
I just need a break from match. I did want to
talk/meet/get to know you. I think it's just a thing I
need to handle.
There is no excuse and you don't deserve that.

Good Luck Miss Musical

Well - it was nice to get him to say that he was sorry. But it makes me mad that I'm
the one that has to explain these things to him... shouldn't that have been done alreadyby
his tender age of 36? uugh....