A friend of mine just broke up with her boyfriend.
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Okay, so I learned a few things today.
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Chicago is cool.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Last night I had a most refreshing night's sleep at my friend Ian's parent's house.
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Recently, I had to fill out a vast amount of papers involving all manner of numbers and letters pertaining to me just so that I can play Kristine in Japan.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
I am so excited about something.
And she sends me this, via Drew--
Now I just need to hunt down a frame in this fine city of Chicago and voila! I can give my friend this gift. I love giving gifts, especially ones with some thought behind them.
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I am a very picky eater.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Chicago looms tall right over Lake Michigan.
But don't let the word lake fool you, there are sharks in there!
We saw the Ferris wheel on the Navy Pier.
And were very serious while riding it.
Ferris wheels are no joke, folks. They rise 200 feet above the ground and should be treated with care and a somber expression. The fact that they do not even offer a seat belt should be enough to wipe a grin right off your face.
I am so glad that over sized shades are totally in. Oh, and the movie was great. Bob is hilarious.
Lots of people had been there before and had left some words behind. My favorite sentiment I saw, however, was this.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Some excellent news to report, my friends. And those of you with sensitive noses can rejoice with me.
Friday, April 17, 2009
I've never really wanted to own my own something or other. Well, except maybe a house. But what I mean is, I've never had aspirations to own a dance studio, a theater company, a music school.
...might not be such a bad idea. Some might call it being lazy; I call it a different um, approach to running a business.
I also felt this overwhelming sense of hope for the future. This peace in knowing that I am exactly where I am meant to be. I read this sign--
and felt, metaphorically, it was for me. That I am so welcome to be here now, that this path that I am on is exactly what I need to grow me and could I just please continue to stay on it.
It only takes a moment, doesn't it? We never know what bit of beauty is right about to break ground in our lives. I have a friend who has been seen for the Broadway show, In The Heights, many times, and she just recently got that phone call that she was hired. And in that instant her life changed. There is a woman who was trying for years and years to get pregnant, her dream being motherhood, and at the brink of giving up, she finally did.
Reason to believe that our hopes and dreams are not forgotten,
laying somewhere at the bottom of a well. And if they are, well maybe that is the best place for them right now. Maybe the waters are cleansing and have the ability to separate the dross from the worth. Either way, it's okay.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Okay, so I am walking with my friend when all of the sudden we see a sign that to me, not following it, is simply not an option. That's right, puppy sale is scrawled across a piece of paper and hastily taped to the front door of a pet shop right here in Old Town.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Sometimes it's really nice when two casts swap tickets with each other.
Seriously, I saw first hand why the show won the Tony for Best New Musical in 2006 and has been running on Broadway with ease since then. Not to mention the company in Chicago and Las Vegas--as well as the National Tour.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Chicago. And more specifically, the El train.
As a young girl I remember sitting around the television late at night with my pop and brother, watching Harrison Ford's hiding place given away because he made a call using a pay phone that was under the El Train.
Monday, April 13, 2009
First things first.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
So I had this salad at a restaurant on Tuesday night and literally have been thinking about it nonstop since then.
- We are looking around, trying to find two seats next to each other when this gentleman walks up to us, gets a little too close IMHO, and introduces himself. Fine and good, I am thinking, But where's that salad?! Not wanting to be rude, we reciprocate with introductions. He then points to a table of men and tells us how much they would love for us to join them and that although we might find their humor sophomoric, he can guarantee that we will have a good time. We politely say thank you and get to the furthest side of the bar. As we walk away I wonder if sophomoric was his dictionary word of the day that google so kindly provided.
- We finally find two seats at the furthest end of the bar and are eagerly anticipating our respective salads. Three gentleman walk up to us, letting us know that they are celebrating one of their birthdays. This involves us, how? I wonder. Birthday gentleman takes my arm and asks me my name in a move that he probably considers quite smooth and I consider quite annoying. I say Jessica and he says Mmmm, I like that in a way that would make you think that my name is exotic, unusual, or a tasty donut. It is neither. It is also not my salad. And I wanted that salad.
- One pick up line of the night went like this, Hey Dave, can I tell them about all of your cuts? Dave, who is sitting on the other side of us, says yes and his friend continues. Dave has been trying to get into the major leagues for years and has now been cut four times in a row!!! At that he laughs like it's the best joke around town. We don't know whether to laugh with him or acknowledge how much life can suck sometimes. Really, with wingmen like that, who needs enemies?
- A gentleman walks up to me and poses these two questions: Are you a skater? I say no. Are you a skier? No, again. He walks on.
- The man who has been cut from the major leagues tells us that he could tell we weren't from Pittsburgh. Why is that? I ask. All the girls here have fake tans and bad makeup. I laugh and say that I myself have what could be considered bad makeup, since I still have stage makeup on. No, he says, I am talking about someone like...And proceeds to start looking for a poor tanned and blue eye-shadowed lady to point to. We stop him, telling him we don't need to actually see an example, before he can single out the sad creature to us.
- We eat our salads. Life is perfect again.
- Finally, we are ready to leave when one of the gentleman asks if he can buy us some drinks, trying to convince us to stay by saying, Come on. You're in Pittsburgh, you only live once.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Pittsburgh is sold out this week.
And no, I didn't write an exclamation point on the end of that sentence because I just don't feel it. I should care more about this, I think, but well--right now, I just don't, really.
Maybe I feel ambivalent.
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
I don't have hair that I can braid.
Monday, April 6, 2009
After finally boarding a delayed plane at the Providence Airport this afternoon, stopping for a three minute dash from gate to gate at BWI, and then boarding the plane to Pittsburgh just in time, the big question was--would our luggage make it?
Yeah, I realize we are in PA. And, although I grew up in this state, at dinner tonight I still asked my friend Brandon if Pittsburgh is on the water. Sometimes I need to just think a few seconds more before I actually let a question transfer from thought to words.
Luckily the theater is literally right around the corner from our hotel. And if this weather persists, I can guarantee that I will be walking briskly. Maybe even running. Seriously, my coat is not warm.
It's funny, he has a beard now. Well, an on-and-off one, at least. I am not altogether sure if he does have a beard at this exact moment or not, to be honest. He can basically not have a beard on Monday and have one by Tuesday if he so desires and that is absolutely a skill of which I will never be jealous.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
It's funny, people are often under the impression that I am very busy.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
I went to the bank today. And because it was both payday and the lunch hour, I got to spend a good amount of time in a line made up of everybody else in Providence who also had the same great idea.
- Fact: the man was probably sixty years old, had greasy grey hair slicked straight back revealing a tired, pockmarked forehead, was wider than he is taller, was wearing an oversized leather jacket that hung to his thighs, and gave an altogether slovenly appearance.
- Fact: the woman was somewhere in her thirties, had plain brown hair pulled straight back into a tight bun, pretty blue eyes set far back in her face, skin that has grown a little more slack with each passing year, was dressed in too-small capri sweatpants and a large sweatshirt and oh yeah, had no teeth.