Whore and not so whore

Come to the show!

O'Freckle is no more.

Finally a post where I can say WHORE

Heyyy. I'm in this show! Come see it.

In other news, things are moving along nicely with Mr. O'Freckle. Will keep ya posted...

Last Night

It could not have gone better in SO many ways. YAYYYYYYY!

What can I say? I got nothin' else.

Inga

Bad blogger

I keep meaning to update, but just haven't had the time to put my thoughts down. Stupid Corporate America won't let me put my thoughts down at work or enjoy other's thoughts because blogspot is BLOCKED. Anyhoo, sorry I've been away. I'll try to make it back very soon.

Peace.

Doodle dates his friends/Whoretastic '07

Friday Darladiva and I thought it would be a GREAT idea to get wasted on the UES. Why? Why not? Mad River has a $7 cover and then $1 drinks. Yes, $1 drinks. That's $1. We had some appetizers at Arriba Arriba (who knew they had one in suburbia?), and then headed over to Nerdy Scientist Frat Fest '07. "Can we open a tab?" "Sure, but it's a $20 minimum." Um, it takes 20 drinks to get to that min. Well, we did it, somehow. Then headed over to the piano bar Brandy's. We had a gay old time. Then we poured each other into cabs to head home. On the way home, my taxi took me right by THAT BAR and so I had him drop me off there. I ended up chatting with this one guy who knew The BF back when he was Tommy. It was the first time I had spoken to him post-BF and it was quite interesting. Then I fell asleep for a moment. When I awoke there was an Adorable boy next to me. As I recall, we instantly starting making out and then I...whore. I might actually like someone that I've...whore. I'll let ya'll know.

Saturday was spent with Adorable in my bat cave, with anticipations of meeting Cricket for Sicko and convermesations. Adorable went on his way and I got ready for my second date of the weekend. Cricket and I met in Union Square and headed over to the movie. It was fantastic. It was maddening. It was eye-opening. Go see it. As someone who doesn't have health insurance right now, it made my stomach churn to know that in Canada, or the UK or (gasp!) France, people just go to the doctor when they need to. There is NO bill at the end. There is no, "how much am I going to have to put on my credit card this time." That doesn't exist. YIKES SIGH KILL ME. After the movie, we had drinks at that cute little outdoor place in Union Square. We shared some watery sangria, but it was lovely. Cricket had to run off to wake up at the butt crack of dawn to teach the masses how to bend it like Gumby. I decided to walk from Union Square through Chelsea and maybe have a drink at Splash or the like. Splash was terrifying so I kept walking. After being heckled by some stupid LI teens (been a LONG time since I've been heckled, I must say), I ended up at View. It was pretty fun. I met Big Eyes Big Lips and made out with him for a while and then walked him to the train. Headed toward home I saw a particular kind of club that I had been before with The BF. "Hmm, might be fun by myself." It was terrifying, but Cutie McCoif showed up and it got better...until I left at 6:30am (erohw) WHAT?

Sunday FINALLY means brunch again. I met Madame Renea Knight at our old haunting ground (that's fun to say) FC Cafe. The conversation was great, the service, not so much. But, as always, great to hang out with the MRK. Girl, you got such a f'ing great head on your shoulders and you're not afraid to fill it with booze. LOVE YOU.

And that was my weekend of dating my friends/((you))know))))

More gay cartoons to come.

Urban Family

Yesterday was well spent. Gwenners threw a fabulous party in a mansion in Tribeca. It was fantastic. The food was good, the wine was great, the conversation was top notch. A whole bunch a funny people drinking too strong daiquiries is a GOOD TIME. And the Guess that TV Show Theme Song was a highlight. Some of the gays went out for drinks after. It was very dramatical, spilled drinks, ass contests, you know typical. But it worked out well in the end. :)

HAPPY INDEMEPENDENCE DAY!

Weekly blogging...bad Doodle

Well, I haven't been up to much, but what I have been up to ain't so bad. Beach House companion? Perhaps.

I wanted to post this comment on Gwenner's blog but it just ain't workin', so click the link, watch her clips and then read the following: Don't read it until you visit her blog GAWD.

What's a Tim Conway? Oh about 145.

Um, Ratatouille is f'ing brilliant. I haven't laughed that hard since I read the most recent sketch that Darladiva wrote. It's so so so so so so good. Go now. Go at 11pm so that you can enjoy it, but go. Yet another dream role:

Click on him. You know you want to.

BEACH HOUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUSE.

Weekend

Hey, I have a bunch of things to mention, but am feeling a little o’erwhelmed by The Office today so I’m just going to jot down a few thougts.

Friday, Farrah’s show at NDG, “Holy S@!!@!@@@@!” was quite enjoyable. It had a lot of very funny moments and some hot dancing. I gotsta get me one of them dancer boys…maybe.

Saturday we saw the very very brave Darladiva and her fellow funny folks in their improv graduation show. Some, like Dar, were very funny, and some, like frizzy haired girl, were not so funny. It got me to thinking if I could actually do that. I don’t know. I mean I am capable, but terrified. I suppose that’s reason enough, but I JUST DON’T KNOW. Good work Dar. Happy Graduation.

After the improv, we gawked at some circus freaks who were busy shopping at the outdoor flea circus, I mean market, I mean circus, that was on 26th Street. Verry interesting. Then we made our way to Central Park for Madame Renea Knight’s birthday shin-dig. It was a lot of fun. Drinking and people watching and flirting with a freckle. Weird Brendan Frasier Moon Shine Guy, etc. We ended up having dinner at the Boat Basin, which I never even knew existed. Pretty cool. Reminiscent of the Beer Garden in Queens, but in Manhattan. Woot. Then we walked MRK home to her new apartment. It is in a great location. Really great. She passed out and when she awoke her stuff had been moved into her closet and her bed was all set up. We don’t know how it happened, but it did. Then we went home and passed out.

Sunday we had brunch at our new favorite brunch place Maracas. It was Noodle, Doodle, and MRKoodle. It was really great and we all have to go back ASAP. I mean all you can drink margaritas and you can order fajitas or taco salads or or or or for less than $20. AMAZING.

THEN…it was home for a quick rest before heading to see Niwa’s one act. It was very funny and really REALLY stood out from the other pieces that we saw. Everyone involved should feel really proud of what was accomplished.

It was a very full weekend and I had a great time. Now I sit here wishing that next weekend had the same fun in store. Who knows? Oh at some point I was a whore. Yay.

Hooray for Tuesday! (or something like that)

Friday night Darladiva and I had a lovely date. We went for sushi at a cute little place called Aoki. For some reason they kept taking the drink menu from us. So I had to keep asking, “Could I see the drink menu?” It was funny at the time. Let’s just pretend I didn’t bring it up. After our lovely dinner by a fountain, we walked next door to the Longacre Theatre where Talk Radio is playing. Oooh Daddy, Liev Schreiber is hot and good and hot. And good. (and hot). It’s a really great play and I really enjoyed the voices. I enjoyed Liev’s “radio” voice and I also really enjoyed all of the voices of the people who would call into his talk show. I’m a fan of the vo, as you know. There was a talk back afterwards that we had no idea was happening, so we decided to stay. There was a guest who was an actual talk radio host who talked about that bigot guy in NJ, etc. The most interesting thing he said is that talk radio is going to get bigger and bigger in the age of iPods when you can get any song you want when you want it, you don’t need a dj and commercials getting in your way. So radio of the future will be all talk. Innnteresting. Also, Liev was hot. Hott.

Saturday, Noodle and I decided to see a movie. Pirates of Doodle? Nope. Shrek the Doodle? Nope. Doodleman 3? Nope. We saw Bug. Oh my lordy. I still don’t really know what happened or why. Apparently the play that it is based on is very good and had a very successful run Off-Broadway a few years ago. I’m going to have to do some research and get the damned play, because the movie was baffling. It wasn’t good. Please don’t see it. BLAH. After that we went for dinner at a cute Mexican place in the West Village called Maracas. They have Mexican brunch, so we should check that out SOON. Maybe not this weekend since everyone and their dog has something going on this weekend, except me, I just have to attend everyone’s dog’s events. Holla! After dinner we went to Marie’s. Noodle’s new roomie ended up meeting us there and we sang our faces off all night. So much so that my voice was totally shot Sunday morning and Noodle’s diaphragm was sore. For some reason when I’m at a divey piano bar I think I’m a baritenor. I ain’t. Sigh.

Sunday, we went out to Queens for Niwa’s birthday. It was a hoot as always. Such a fun crowd to sit around and make fun of Czechs with. Czech please! Then Sunday night I met Cricket for sangria at Maryann’s before we went to Mr. Black. It was a fun night, but at some point I fell down a flight of stairs, rolled my ankle, busted my head on something and made out with a cute young Dominican. I then got paranoid that he was going to steal my wallet, so I just left (Cricket had already left as he had a full day of yoga and grocery selling ahead).

Monday, I did my best to hide from the world. I ended up watching all of Angels in America, which I had not seen yet. I want to marry it. I wept, I laughed, I had dread, I had hope. It’s a masterpiece.

And here I sit at The Office, wondering if I really want to check my bank account to see how much money I really spent this weekend. Woops.

Doooooooooodle.

Macoosh tagged...

Jude Law, Barrett Foa, Ben Foster, Michael Pitt, Joseph Gordon Levitt

Macoosh

F R e e D O M ?

Darladiva and Cricket asked how it feels to be free/have nights free. It feels scary. Now I have time to think about my life. Who wants to do that? Honestly, these past two projects have kept my mind completely off of (throws up) healing from Carter. Blah. I just want to go on pretending it didn’t even exist. I don’t know. Sometimes I long to see him on a street corner so I can smile and say hello. I don’t hate him and I hate that he probably hates me. Ugh.

What’s next? I’m going to work on a voiceover demo. I have my evaluation this week. I’m really interested to see what they think of my crazy voice and what direction they think I should go. I’m also going to work on writing the next Parodivas show. Not sure when we’ll DO it, but if it’s written, that’s at least a starting point. We shall see.

Noodle will be back in town tomorrow (I think), so we need to find her a sublet and a temp job or something.

Beyond that, who knows? I’d like to go on a date. I haven’t done that in lord knows how long.

Hmm.

Thanks again to everyone for coming to the show. It meant the world to me.

And thanks to my two favorite geminis for helping me pick up the cute boy in the green shirt. That went well.

And thanks for my feathers Mr. Man, I love them.

And just for good measure: dead babies

Doodle.

POST Weekend POST

On Friday I ran home and rested briefly before heading to the show. The show went very well. Actually the audience on Thursday night was the laughiest (at me) of all so I hearted them. We had good audiences all weekend thanks to Kaitlyn. She always has at least 5 people in the audience. Holla! Her mom came down from Montreal. She’s adorable. The show on Saturday night was SO WARM because of the sudden weather change. I thought I might melt and die, but I made it. THANK GAWD.

After the show on Friday I zoomed over to the Duplex to meet Darladiva who was finishing up her quickie show. Apparently she ROCKED THE CAZBAUGH. I polled audience members to confirm. We all headed over to get some Mexican McDrinks and Chips which was quite lovely. Sir Willio joined for that. He’s in tax hell, so we didn’t stay too long. We popped back up to midtown and had a final drink at 10th Avenue Something or Other. Woo. I slept in as long as possible before getting up and getting ready, getting my gym stuff (for between shows) and headed off to the matinee. Another good show. Yay! I haven’t done a matinee in AGES. I’m not a fan. I tried out the gym in Soho. It was lovely (surprise surprise) and empty (yay!). I did some circuit training (because Men’s Health Online told me to). I am determined to be hot(er?) this summer. My first summer single in two years is CRAZY. Watch out boys he’ll chew you up. Umm. Ow.

Shows shows shows hooray. After the show on Saturday night I went out with the peas and crew to Lucky Strike. They basically have two for one martinis so I f’ing love them. As we were finishing up one of the peas Quats (sp?) invited me to go with her to Lasagna in Chelsea. “There’ll be lots of mos there. You’ll be my wing man.” “Okay.” It was interesting and quite fun at Lasagna. Quats is a celebrity to the crowd there, so that made me a pseudo-celeb. There was a very cute but VERY wasted (and for me to say so means he was WWYWYWYWSSAASSSTIIIID) boy who took an instant liking to me. He asked one of the girls I was with my name so that when he walked up he approached and said "Hi Jason." Crazy. At 4am when we were leaving the bar I opted to walk Drunky to the train. 4am?? Yes. I didn’t get home until after 5 because Drunky had become extremely enamored with me. He couldn’t tell how, but he knew that he knew me from somewhere. That’s the second time this has happened in a few weeks. Am I on some billboard somewhere and I’m not getting residuals?? Ain’t right. Anyhoo, he decided that I was a “normal” guy and that I didn’t have “issues” and that we should go on a date. Sure Drunky. Sure. We exchanged numbers and after some smooching I sent him on his way. Oh, he wanted me to come home with him, but he lives in Jersey. Uh uh. I hopped in a cab and went home.

I was supposed to meet this lesbian clown Sunday at 12, so I went to sleep as fast as possible. Oy. Ten seconds went by and it was time to get up. I called the LC and reconfirmed that we were to meet (desperately hoping she’d say nevermind). She didn’t say nevermind. Oh well. I made it to the village somehow and met with this crazy crazy woman. We went over the stuff that she wanted me to do. I’ll have to tell you in an email the details (if I can piece them together) because I’m sure that she googles “lesbian clown.” Love you LC, LOVE YOU. (Un)fortunately I have to call her tonight and tell her I now have to be out of town the weekend of the performance because of a personal matter (Darladiva’s show). I just CANNOT do it. That’s the way it goes.

After that I popped over to Barbecue to make sure that no one showed up unexpectedly for brunch. They didn’t, so I decided I would walk around and do some shopping, etc. Yay. I bought Old Navy. Then I walked over to View Bar to have some cheap brunchy drinks=food. This little fellow ended up chatting at (with) me for a while. Then he invited himself to come with me. I told him I wasn’t going anywhere and he said he didn’t care, he still wanted to tag along. Weird. It became very awkward at this point. He was WASTISITED. As we got closer to my apartment I told him I was just going to head home, but that it was lovely becoming new friends. He used the loo, we exchanged numbers with his promise of attractive single friends, and then went on his way. Bye weird new friend (who lives in Jersey…weird).

Then I walked up to the outdoor market and looked at schmidt. I continued on up 9th avenue and went into That Bar for a drink. I ended up chatting with yet ANOTHER fellow who is a teacher on the UES. He teaches 4th grade. Wow. He asked if we could get a drink or dinner sometime and I agreed. His favorite bar is the piano bar Brandys (you had me at piano). Then I did some grocery shopping and went home. I made some spicy Mexican-y goodness while watching tv and then went to sleep by 11. Even still, I woke up SO TIRED. Mondays are so blech. BUT, THIS MONDAY IS ALMOST OVER. That’s all for now. Heroes is back on tonight! Holla!!

doodle

One Year Blog-iversary Post 4 (SCROLL DOWN AND READ IN ORDER please?)

I LOVE ALL OF YOU SO MUCH (yes, even you Sir Willio. Now get back to those taxes). Aren’t you all excited for the Spring weather that will soon be upon us? I can smell the pedicures. What? I think ew. But stars always get pedicures, and so must I. It just better not rain on my newly clipped and polished toes because that will make me MAD (scientist).

Thanksgiving is all about the big turkey (Carter).

I’m glad that my new role in The Office is permitting me to write the LONGEST BLOG POST IN THE HISTORY OF BLOGGING! Thanks office, thanks. And thanks for also paying me enough so that I can do occasional showcases for free. That’s good.

Man am I a whore.

But back to The Office for a second. That’s it. One second.

My dear readers/friends, the end of this long long long…long post is almost here. I just want you all to know that you’re the one(s) that I want to suck my youngblood. What? What does that mean? You can’t end like that!

Doodle.

I'm just a Broadway Baby

I was sitting in a dive bar in Hell's Kitchen on Friday night, after the show and a familiar face walked in. I knew him from Martin Short Fame Becomes Me, and Songs for a New World. I really wanted to connect with this fellow because we share something quite unique in common. So I leaned over and said "Excuse me, is Brooks your real first name?" "Yes, yes it is. Why?" "Well it's my middle name and I was just wondering if your parents named you that or if you or an agent chose it. I'm glad it's your name. My father says I was named after the baseball player Brooks Robinson and my mom says I was named after a character on Young and the Restless." "I'm Brooks Ashmankas." "I know. Nice to meet you."

I also chatted with a very handsome fellow who is currently in Chicago with Bebe. It was amazing. I'll tell you in person since apparently people read this here blog. He was the most positive person I have met in a long long time.

Moments later, I was at another bar and Billy Porter was there. I didn't talk to him, but found it interesting I had such a Broadway-y night.

Then, I think the very straight-seeming bartender hit on me. I'm not sure. I'm really not. But, he said he's going to try to come and see Cloud 9. He also told me he smoked up earlier and watched Blades of Glory. What? Me too.

1 week since last post= bad blogger

Okay, okay, I’m back. I’ve been so tired and busy and busy making up tired excuses as to why I haven’t blogged.

The morning of Eyster deserves to make it to blog-land. Don’t you think Joseph Gordon Levitt is hott? Me too.

Eyster brunch and festivities beyond were WONDERFUL.

Monday, I took a half day because I was exhausted. I’m glad I did because our first night of tech was challenging. We made it about ¾ of the way through the first act. We picked up from there and finished teching the show last night. I found that now that I’ve got my Act 2 character down, it’s a breeze. So, that’s nice. Annnnd, I don’t end up sweating buckets (in the 2nd act). YAY. Tonight we have an invited dress which I am quite excited about. I’m honestly so tired I don’t know how I’ll do it, but adrenaline is a wonderful thing. I’m ready to get this show opened and on it’s way. I really can’t believe that it’s here and will be gone in a little over two weeks. That had be is crazy. I’m very excited that the summer time slowy-ness of corporate America is on it’s way. Leaving around 5 every day sounds like a dream. HOLLA!!! Ms. Noodle is coming back as of May 1st, so if you know anyone who needs a sublettor, let me know. She is not opposed to boroughs as she wants to live cheaply for the next three months before she heads out on ANOTHER tour. Good for her. I don’t know how she does it.

Well, that’s that for now. I shall return to my normal sleeping patterns for a few days a week, starting next week, which will be nice. Annd I can cook again! Yay!

Exclamation point.

Doodle!

Bloggety Friday Blog

I AM SO GLAD THAT IT IS FRIDAY. It has been a very long week. I can’t take much more of this working all day and then working all night. It’s crazy. I am really looking forward to when this show is up and running and I have Sunday-Wednesday nights off. I can go to the gym, I can cook, I can watch reality tv. AND I can get to work on the Parodivas next cabaret. I’m excited about the brunch show we’re seeing on Sunday. I’m going to try to link it. One moment. Youngblood is had be is good is had is. Okay, I’m back. Woot. Then after brunch, I think I will go grocery shopping so I can make food for the week. WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. I’m so glad that Darladiva is in 9 shows and Gwenners is a budding online video star (not porn) and Niwa is a sugar mama, and Noodle only has ONE MORE MONTH, and Madame RK is okay, and Sir Willio is my co-whort. :)

Rehearsal is trucking along. I am very close to being memorized for Act 1. I have less to say in Act 2, so I hope that will move faster. We shall see. We tried some costumes last night. Nothing really fit me because I’m a giant woman. Soooo, I’m hopeful that the designer will come up with something lovely. Woot woot.

Wouldn’t it be loverly if we woke up Monday morning and ALL episodes of every sitcom like “The Office” or “Lazy Lizard” or “Too Close for Financial Discomfort” or “Advertisin’ Queens” or "The (gay) Accountant" WERE CANCELED? I heard it was possible from the fairy I met after dropping acid in my eye. Let’s all take five minutes today, turn our heads away from our monitors and our telephones and pretend that it REALLY COULD HAPPEN because some day soon it will happen and we'll be interviewed by Babwa Waltews. She'll ask, "so tell me about these bwunches." We'll all giggle, pause, and say, "who remembers?"

Enjoy the pauses.

D o o d l e

3 Dollar Post

I kept wanting to post but work and my dentist appointment got in the way. Maaaaaaaaaaaaaan. I ended up having last night off from rehearsal which was WONDERFUL. I got to enjoy my clean apartment, and I made some food for the week so I don't spend so much money and I have something at 10:30pm when I get home. Yikes! I have made some progress on my lines but need to make A LOT MORE. Oy. I wish I could spend more time at work working on the work I want to work on but alas I have to do other work. Anyhoo, I marked kissing off that list below this weekend. If only I remembered any of their names. Sir Willio kind of recalls what they looked like. Wooot!