For no reason in particular...

I've been having a lovely time getting back into audition season, practicing, going to the gym..things like that. I have no excuse for my absence. It's been far too long and cool things have happened that would've made great blogs but I don't remember half of them. So I'll just go with what I did today....

My friend Amy calls me at the crack of dawn and asks me to help her plan this fundraiser. I'm pretty much starving so just about anything will get me out the house to get food and other such deliciousness. I decide to take the bus to her place (she lives in Greenpoint, which is close and far from my house at the same time). After waiting for the bus for 20 minutes, I get a phone call from the temp agency I'm with. They have a 3-day gig for me this week: helping with auditions for the NY Phil. I mean..!!! I don't know how to explain my excitement, so I'll just end it there. I'm excited ok? So excited I might collapse. Speaking of things breaking, the bus finally gets to the stop right before me and it breaks down. Yes!

Eventually I get there. Amy and I go to a cafe and I order the burger. Like most people in America, I like to put ketchup on my burgers. You know, because that's just how I roll. I shake the ketchup and lo and behold, the top isn't secured. KETCHUP PARTY on my clothes! It was everywhere, Amy felt bad for me, the waiter was mortified, some other woman brought me wet napkins. You know, it happened, what am I gonna do? I smelled like ketchup for the rest of the day.

We planned for the fundraiser and I went home. I ended up hitting up the gym for a class and headed home. Now, I'm here writing a blog.

Ahhhh that felt good. And we're back.

PS: I love the television show, glee

PPS: I love (so far) the television show FlashForward

PPPS: I love you for reading. ;)

Toothache

I have the worst toothache which is subsquently causing the headache of the century.

It rivals that of an elephant stomping on your molars. It laughs at a drill digging into your temple. It scoffs at the feeling of being smacked with a ton of bricks...

Oh wow, I figured that would help but it feels much, MUCH worse now.

::sad face::

I like to singa

So anyway, last week (or the week before, I forget) , I went to the Met three times to watch their HD Opera series. It was beyond amazing. I saw Peter Grimes, La Boheme and Il Trittico. It was definitely cool to see all these productions up close and even COOLER to be inspired by watching new productions and viewing them as a post-grad, emerging artist. I'm not going to review them because, who am I really. Those singers are obviously doing *something* right because they're at the damn Met for cryin' out loud.

They finished most of the renovations on Lincoln Center and I took a pic of the part I like the most (in front of the library of course).

It was a great way to end the summer and it has me focused on singing these crazy crazy auditions this season!! Eep!

Let's go to prison!

So, I'm driving to the city and I see a van full of mostly handcuffed and arrested dudes. I end up stopping at a red light directly next to them and I guess bc they probably won't see women for a while, they started banging on the window to get my attention.

So I took a pic of them.

I apparently caused an uproar because I heard them all screaming when i aimed my camera at them. One red haired large man flipped me the bird. Awesome.