Nice tweets

It’s always nice to get followed by people on Twitter other than random spammers.

It’s makes you feel like what you are saying is important to somebody.

It’s even better if the person following you may or may not be a celebrity.

Ethan Embry is in Sweet Home Alabama, Can’t Hardly Wait and (one of my faves) Empire Records.

So, imagine my delight at seeing this:

I don’t know if it’s actually him or not, but still! Fame and fortune are at my door.

Girrrrl, you hotter than Jane Bennet!

When I first started this job, I dressed up regularly. Even wore heels. Then, as I got more comfortable with it here, and the fact that no one else dressed up, I slowly slipped into the “wearing jeans and snowboots” look. But I would rather look nice when I am meeting up with people!

So I am trying to look nicer.

Today, I worked hard. (Added bonus: it is our first day without a snowy or wet ground in months and months, so I got to wear flats!)

I got to work, and my boss said. “You look nice. You have a date tonight?”

“No…” *face brightens* “but I do have book club!!”

*facepalm*

I swear I could NOT sound more pathetic if I tried.

All the same, women of book club, I hope you are prepared for all this.

I’m going to make you want to turn the page. ; )

A stahhh of the theatahhh, dahhhling!

So I had my first audition in years last week. I was a crazy dreek (that’s drama geek, for those of you not in the know) in high school. I was at rehearsal every day after school. I was involved in all the shows that were offered all four years I was there. I was an actor, on tech crew, stage manager, etc. I was even drama club president my senior year. I was voted “Headed for Hollywood” by my senior class.

And except for a few mis-guided audition attempts my first month in college, I haven’t actively participated in theatre since then. Instead, I dedicated myself to being a fan of the theatre. I try to go to at least one show a month. If I don’t, I go through withdrawals. I am not even joking, I get moody and sullen. All it takes are a few well-timed dance and song numbers to pep me back up. It doesn’t even have to be good theatre. Any will do. Of course, good theatre is the best kind, naturally. Between going to all of my friend Brad’s shows, I have season tickets to two different theatres in Seattle and am always prowling the interwebz for dates of ones around here.

In short, I am kind of* obessesed. My motto is “At Least One Showtune a Day,” much to the dismay of my coworkers and roommates**.

Anywho, back to the point. I didn’t really miss being in the shows as much as I thought I would. I mean, I was in the Briana Show every day, so why did I need other people to judge me? I started to pursue other dreams, other hobbies, other passions.

But when we got a press release about auditions for a local production of Guys and Dolls (which I just so happened to be in love with for a good portion of my junior year of high school), I was torn. Sure, I’m busy. And I’ve been told by a lot of people that I can’t really sing. And I lack coordination. Still, I knew I wanted to get involved. When I was interviewing the director, I asked him how non-singers could get involved. He said what I expected: sets, costumes, ticket sales, etc. Which is what I planned to do.

But then I figured, why not? I saw the production here last year, The Music Man. And while it wasn’t terrible, it wasn’t stellar, either. Why couldn’t I get a spot in the chorus? I practice enough singing every day anyways!

So, I did it. I picked a song from the musical that is currently top of my heart, I practiced it in the car, I performed it for co-workers. Armed with “You’ll do great!”s, I showed up at the audition.

I walked in and I was the second oldest person in the hallway. I looked around in amazement at all the people who must have been in middle and high school. The play is about showgirls! And gamblers! I was definitely surprised. I figured it would be either really great or really terrible for me. Either, I would be old enough to play the part I wanted and no one else would be. Or I would get my ass kicked by someone who couldn’t even drive yet.

Still, I soldiered on. Once I got in the room, I shook hands with the men leading the auditions. I had interviewed both before, so they already knew me. They asked me what part I wanted (Miss Adelaide, the female lead who also happens to be a showgirl). The director thanked me for the nice article about auditions in the paper. To which I replied:

“Oh thank you. And no pressure…but if you want anymore news coverage…then…”
He pretended to cough and stood up. “Right. Miss Adelaide, welcome aboard! Thanks for coming, we’re done here.”
I clapped my hand to my heart. “Well, this is a shock, gentleman. Thank you for your time!”

Laughter. I had broken the ice! And I felt good. I belted my song for the audition. And I think I sounded not horrible! They told me they would cut me off after 30 seconds to a minute, but let me sing the entire minute thirty I prepared, because they were intrigued by the song. They had never heard the song before, liked it and wanted to look into the musical.

Then came the time to test my vocal range. I almost passed out on the floor. I have only ever been in a choir once, when I was in middle school. The teacher told me to lip syng so I could hear what it was supposed to sound like. So, yeah, not great about singing in front of people.

But I did it. And it went ok.

Then, cold reads! My favorite! I know most of the lines already, so I was able to knock them out!

And yeah, I left feeling pretty damn good.

Which probably means I won’t get a part.

But I have never been happier to have tried!

And the elation I felt told me something else. I wasn’t really 100 percent ok with just being in the audience. I mean, I love watching plays and that certainly won’t stop anytime soon. And I’m not about to quit my job to become an actress.

But I kind of live life as a performance. I am always trying to entertain people, through jokes, song and dance, writing, everything.

I kind of feel like if I get a part, it’ll be like Pam on The Office said this season: “It’s fun to hear Andy sing … in the appropriate setting.”

But I miss actually being on stage. A lot.

And of course if I DO get a part, I will have to go on the “Holy Crap, I Have to Be a Showgirl in Three Months” diet. Which is always fun.

All-in-all this entire post was to say, the audition went very well in my opinion. Better than most of them in high school. (SIDENOTE: I am terrible at auditions.)

I should hear this week or next. So look forward to a freak-out and-or depressing post soon!

P.S. This post is waaaaaaay too long. Sorry for that.

*If you believed me when I said kind of, you don’t know me at all and should probably stop reading my blog.
**Yeah, I’m going to call them roommates. It makes me sound cooler. Deal with it.

Smile, damn you!

There is a such thing as courtesy.

Like when I smile and say good morning, you don’t treat me with scorn and distaste.

Every week, I go to get the court records. One of the girls always looks at me like I am the scum of the earth.

You know what? I don’t like coming to get the records either, so suck it up.

It pissed me off especially this morning.

I had a pretty shitty weekend, actually.

So will it kill you to say hello back to me?

I don’t think so.

Bucket List

So I have been preparing my bucket list. AKA things I need to do before I kick the bucket. I figure if I make it now, I will have plenty of time to complete things.

  • Go sky diving
  • Take flying lessons
  • Ride a camel
  • Ride in the sidecar of a motorcycle
  • Go dog sledding
  • Do stand-up comedy at an open mic night
  • Win a journalism award of some sort
  • Inspire someone to use a really cheesy pick-up line along the lines of “Hey baby, did it hurt? When you fell out of heaven?”
  • Decorate a cake. And have it actually look good.
  • Spontaneously break into a song/dance routine somewhere

This is a work in progress. What do you think?