OMG Dorothy, I am EXCITED for this

[title of show]

I love love love love this show and CANNOT wait for it to come to Broadway. What's next? Gutenberg? I WISH!

In other news: I am going to the GLBT Expo on Sunday and then brunch! Hazzah!

Easter Bunnay

Sooooooo, Friday Cricket and I caught the Fabulous Entourage, who were indeed fabulous. I heart them.

Saturday was spent doing nothingish until Willio came over and we chatted about the tiny tiny tiny one bedroom and studio apartments that are in our (his) price range. Sad. He may have to move to the UES and I may have to miss him. Then we saw Jumper, which we both thought was going to be the hottest comic-bookiest movie we'd ever seen. It wasn't. It was bad. And Hayden Christiansen wasn't EVER naked. GAWD!

Sunday was brunch with a crew of NYC orphans and then post-brunch drinks/convo about comedy, politics and ______. Then I passed out on my face at 8pm on the couch. When I awoke to get ready for work, my jaw felt like I'd been giving..."speeches" for hours. Luckily today, it is much better and I don't want to die.

TONIGHT IS Idol. Something to live for. w00t.

b6e.

Brunchety goodness, Cute Waiter!, and drunk grocery shopping, oh and animation town

Gwen and I had a GREAT brunch yesterday. We had the most adorable waiter, Patrick O'Freckle. He lives down the street. I actually ran into him on the street today. I think I'll ask him out if I run into him again and then he'll tell me about his gorgeous successful hung boyfriend, but WHATEVER.

After brunch, I drunkenly went to the grocery store. Thanks to Patrick O'F I was DROUNK. I don't remember what I was trying to buy, but I woke up on the couch at 11pm to assorted meats and broccoli rabe on the counter. Silly drunk. I had a glass of wine for dinner and went back to sleep.

Today was the callback for the animated feature The Champion. It turns out they are not working on the casting of The Laughing Cloud, so I may still have a shot at that role. I want to sing bassy bluesy cloud songs, I MEAN REALLY. This time I read Sir Frumious, a sweet innocent crow and a turkey reporter. "You are just so full of surprises." YAY! Hopefully I will be voicing some characters in my first film. w00t.

Going to Marie's tonight since I have tomorrow off. Spendin' the rest of my Sunday watchin' episodes of DEXTER. HOTT.

BI.

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.

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.

Thursdoodle

I got nothin’ new. I think my cold turned into a flu type thing because after the gym, I didn’t change out of my sweatiness and doodled home in the rain. Woops! Now I’m all feverish. Ain’t right. I need to get me a vitamin (or 90).

I am surprised that Melinda Doolittle (of course I love this name) was voted off American Idol. I really thought she would win, though all along I have been rooting for Jordin. I love her voice and her look and I think she will record a very interesting album. The guy Blake, is kinda cute and I kinda like his style, but I think Jordin has much much more appeal. Anyhoo, I look forward to downloading their songs once their albums come out. WOOOT.

Tomorrow night Madame Renea Knight and I are seeing A Moon for the Misbegotten starring Kevin Spacey and recently Tony nominated Eve Best. According to GME it’s wonderful. I can’t wait! Then on Saturday Cricket and I are going to see Angela Lansbury and Marian Seldes in Terrence McNally’s new play Deuce. Rock on! And I’ll leave it up to Noodle and Sir Willio to fill in the blanks of the rest of the weekend. Holla! I think maybe a new brunch spot is in order, or maybe force Sir W to make us brunch at his place. That might be great. It’s only Thursday and I’m already dreaming about the weekend. Sigh.

What are YOU doodling this weekend?

Sick/weekend recap

Stupid cold.

Anyhoo, the Dayquil is kind of working, but it’s also kind of making me sleepy. A nap under the desk is justified if you’re sick? I say so. Alas.

Noodle and I saw Radio Golf on Friday night. The seat to my right was empty at the beginning of the show. About 5 or ten minutes into the show a girl came in and took the seat. In her purse was a brown paper bag. She reached into the brown paper bag rustling it for all the world to hear and took out a container of guacamole. She then opened the container of guacamole and the aroma of spicy avocadoes invaded the noses of all ‘round her. She then reached back into the loudest paper bag on earth and grabbed a crunchy tortilla chip to dip into the aforementioned guacamole. She began eating. Loudly. Mind you, the play had begun. Actors were acting. I have no idea what they were saying because I was busy watching this ridiculous spectacle. Finally I leaned over to Guacamole Susan and said, “You’re not really going to eat that right now, right?” She wiped a green blob from her rude ass face and sassily nodded yes. “You know this isn’t a movie, right?” Another sassy nod and she reached her nasty claw back into the bag of loudness as an angry angry woman in front of her hurled her head around with the “look of shush.” Guacamole Susan got the hint and put her bombastic appetizer away. Cunt. Anyhoo, the play was pretty good, but unfortunately the lead man wasn’t great. Here’s what Brantley had to say:
But the tickets were free, so who cares? Yay free! After that we met Sir Willio somewhere and did something, but who remembers?

Saturday I woke up sick so I stayed in bed as long as possible. Then I got up and cleaned and made the apartment look decent. Then we got ready to go out to Brooklyn to see Darladiva in Orphans at the Impact Theatre. She delivered a thoughtful performance. Each gesture embodied the character of a woman who defines herself first as a mother. That was amazing. You could see the woman’s connection to her children, adopted or natural. The other actresses did an okay job with the material given. I can’t believe there is a little black box in Prospect Heights. It doesn’t seem to fit into the neighborhood at all, but it’s there. Interesting. Anyhoo, good work Darladiva. Now, let’s do some comedy…damnit!

Sunday was brunch. The Fred, Madame Renea Knight, and Noodle and I met at the BBQ place to celebrate in our mother’s honors. A highlight was chatting with my mother who said, “Have a bloody mary for me. Take a drink of it while I’m on the phone.” I of course obliged. She hadn’t yet received the gift I had sent, so I was a bit upset, but it turns out that it had been delivered and my step dad was brining it to her. She called back crying from the card I wrote. SCORE! After, we went back to the apartment and sunbathed on the roof. I fell soundly asleep for quite some time. Madame RK had to head up to the UWS for some somethin’ somethin’. So, Noodle and spiffed up and went to Therapy Lounge to hang out with The Fred some more. He’s the bouncer there. We had a nice time. Yay for free drinks. Holla.

Then I woke up yesterday and the cold had fully attacked my chest. Coughing like a mo fo mo, I called in. I couldn’t make it to work. I rested all day and then Noodle and I went to the gym for over 2 hours and then made a really fun dinner which we ate during the second to last episode of Heroes.

All right. All caught up. Doodle.

Blah blah blah blah blah

I have nothing better to say. I've been a regular gym bunny these past two weeks. That's good. RIGHT? Meeting Gwenners tonight at her fancy gym on Park Avenue. Fancy fancy fancy. And after that? Nuthin'. Home to watch whatever it is that comes on TV on Thursdays. I never got into Grey's Anatomy so that limits my choices, but I'm sure some something will be on to occupy my evening. Again Blah blah blah blah blah.

Tomorrow Noodle and I are seeing Radio Golf, the new (and final) play by August Wilson. I've heard some good things and I'm really looking forward to it. Then on Saturday we're seeing Darladiva in Orphans out in Brooklyn. I'm really really looking forward to seeing her serious side. Ooooh. Aaaahhhh. And then, on Sunday is brunch (which may end up being a boozefest on the sidewalk if we can't wrestle a table away from the mommies). We shall see.

WE SHALL SEE. ALL CAPS.

DOODLE.

Steadily doodling forward

Heyyyyy. So I met with The Agent yesterday and we chatted for quite a while about what I do and what she thinks I’m right for and what I should do over the summer to get ready for the fall, etc. She was very informative and excited to begin helping me move forward with my career. WHICH F’ING ROCKS! We should talk further in person. Does anyone want to have brunch on Mom’s Day? Let’s do it.

The voiceover evaluation went well, they definitely think I should train a little and then record a demo. Just need to assess how much money I have right now to put toward that. Holla!
How are YOU doing?

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 1

One year ago, I decided it would be a good idea to create a blog. I don’t really remember why exactly. I know that I was really enjoying Macoosh’s blog. I know that I wanted to commit to writing a lot more. But I think all of that was secondary to just thinking it was a cute idea. Woodle.

Okay, I thought that reviewing my early posts would inspire me, but IT DIDN’T. So, I found inspiration elsewhere. In my LABELS. Many many many of them have only been mentioned once. So, I am going to CHANGE THAT RIGHT NOW.

Once up a time:
I USED ALL CAPS
WHY? BECAUSE I LOVE MY AUNTIE SASH!!
Though, she’s never been to brunch with us, nor had the opportunity to see one of our cabarets, she knows that both are as dear to me as Christmas (in Oregon with her). I’m in a little play called Cloud 9. My nsbf Cricket will be attending it on or around his upcoming birthday on Friday the 27th. My dear friend Darladiva reviewed it over on her site…check it.

Hang on one second, I need to write a letter. Brb. Here’s the letter I wrote:

Dear Doodle’s Diary,

I am writing to let you know that while your frequent mention of dead babies is funny, it is also quite…hilarious. Occasionally, dd, the mention of dead babies makes me REALLY EXCITED, SO EXCITED THAT IT FEELS LIKE IT’S FRIDAY AND I’M ON CRACK, but I’m not. I’m not on crack. Does smack count as crack? DD, I wanted to let you know that I am going to follow the advice of the ever-so-wise Darladiva and begin to gently search for my new beau. She’s a great life coach, dd, I highly recommend her. When I think of how much she’s helped me, I can’t help but sing,

“Every man has his own special dream, and your dreams' just about to come true.
Life's not as bad as it may seem if you
open your eyes to what's in front of you.”

That’s all for now, dd, I must go. Someone in a powder blue jumpsuit just walked by and I must go and arrest them.

Ttfn DD,
Doodle

Okay, glad that letter is finished; now I can continue with this post (in the next post)...

Just write something down, anything at all.

I haven’t felt the urge to bloggety blog so I’m simply forcing myself. I’m beginning to see the light at the end of the tunnel. As I look over my calendar for April I see several nights OFF. Once the show is up and running I will have Sunday-Wednesday nights off. That is wonderful. AND I get Friday off because it’s Good Friday. I still have rehearsal that night, but THAT IS OKAY WITH ME. I just want to sleep in. I’m ready for true Spring weather and the first pedicure of the year and wearing lots and lots of flip flops. I’m ready for that. Bring it. What else is going on? Cloud Nine is ever-challenging, but good. We’re all off book and really working on our characters and their relationships, and now adding musical elements into the show. WOO HOO. We’ve moved into the rehearsal space next to the theatre. The theatre is very cute. It’s a small black box, seating 70 people. It should be fun to work in that space. I’m anxious to begin adding the other elements, like sets, costumes, wigs, lights, etc. Nothing else too exciting, other than Eyster Brunch on Sunday at our favorite barbecue place. Holla!!!

Next time I’ll write something better, until then, D O O D L E.

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

You better post, bitch

Hewo. I am feeling better today. The ignoring of the cold seems to have worked, somehow. Yay! Last night started off as a major challenge. I had an espresso around 5:40 or so to get me pumped for the three hours of rehearsal before me. I was just so tired yesterday, I didn't know how I was going to muster any sort of energy. I'm runnin' on empty these days. So, by the time I got to the Players Theatre in the West Village, where we're rehearsing, I was obliterated. The coffee had long since worn off and my body was shutting down, ready for bed. About two minutes after that it was time to start blocking. Wow. It's kind of blurry between then and about an hour into it, but I got my 93rd wind and was suddenly having a grand time in the drunken lesbian wicca scene. Ahh thee ay ter. Then we blocked a very touching moment with my hot boyfriend. Mm mm. Then I ran home like it was the end of the world so I could eat something and GO TO BED. I woke up feeling much better than yesterday and pleased with rehearsal last night. Tonight we finish blocking the show and then tomorrow we will begin running it. I HAVE TO MEMORIZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZE! When am I supposed to do that? I'm always rehearsing. I have to memorize during rehearsal? I guess that's not so preposterous. I might see Myster Ian's show tomorrow night. Hmm. Then, the cleaning lady is coming Sunday. I'm going to let her in, go to the gym, come back, see how she did, and then head off to my brunch date with the best bitches on the planet, including my second true love (second only to vodka) Cricket! He doesn't have to teach Sunday night, so he can brunch. And I don't have rehearsal. YAYYAYAYAYAYAYAAYYAAYYYYYAYAAYAYAYAYAYAYAY. Is it Sunday yet???

Superdoodle: Episode 2-dle

Last night we had a blocking rehearsal with the principals and supplemental music rehearsal during our “down” time. I ain’t really gots no down time. A few snippets here and there. This is a lovely problem to have. I must say. The blocking was pretty basic since we’re performing in a very small space. VERY SMALL. But I think that makes it more fun and challenging. I got a few comments like, “I hope you’re great at learning lines.” Isn’t that my job? At least part of it. Anyhoo, I thought that a bit strange, but whatevs. The show is odd, but it’s going to be fun for us and for the audience, I think. I ordered the cd, so I can obsess over it on my walks to and from work and while cardio-ing at the gym. I plan on curling up with the script tomorrow and trying to get a big chunk of dialogue memorized. I wish the cd would come today, but I think it is scheduled to arrive on Monday. Sigh. At least I’ll have Monday night to listen to it before Episode 3 on Tuesday.

The sitcom I’ve been working on is going okay although Tuesday was a bit rough. After I got through that though, it seemed to smooth out. Blah blah blah.

Tonight I am seeing At Least It’s Pink, with Darladiva, Gwenners, and Crickpot. I AM SO EXCITED!! We’re having drinks before…and after…and probably during. It is a bawdy cabaret featuring a big brassy blonde in a bustier. Hott. No plans for Saturday, except studying lines and the gym, and then Darladiva and I have an audition on Sunday, after which I hope we’ll have some brunchedy goodness somewhere. I also need to do laundry and clean the mess that is my apartment. I’m seriously considering hiring someone because I don’t have the motivation or time to do it. Thoughts?

Have a HOTT weekend everyone! Doodle!!!!!

Oh, it's a jolly holidoodle...

Last night I went to the sto and bought ingredients for the stuffing and then went by and got the turkey, yay! Thanksgiving on the UWS should be a delight. I made the stuffing from an Emiril recipe off of Food Network's website. It is cornbread stuffing with sausage in it. Yum-o (sorry Gwen). It's actually a little salty, surprise surprise, so tonight I'm going to try this trick that The BF suggested. You peel a potato and then cut it into slices. You insert the slices into the stuffing overnight and the potatoes suck up some of the salt. We shall see. Anyhoodle. So that was a fun night. Cooking and singing through the show and watching Deal or No Deal and Heroes. Woot woot. We have rehearsal tonight and then I'm seeing High Fidelity. I didn't really enjoy the movie, so I don't know why I'm even going to see a musical version, but alas, I am. I'll report back tomorry. I'm hoping that tomorry and Fridoodle are very quiet here at work, but since there is another conference on Mondoodle, maybe not so much. Blah blah blah de blah. Chad and his friend from the theatre where he works in PA will be in town today through Saturday or Sunday. He's always a handful of crazy when he's in NY (or any time for that matter). Stay tuned for mahem and probably mimosas. Mmmm. Mimosas. That stupid girl that served us on Sunday at brunch sucked donkey toes. Debbie Dumbass. I'll cut her. I'm "excited and scared" about how soon the show is. You know how that is. Rehearsals have been a blast though. Simply fun campy weirdness, and that's what we love to do. I'm proud of this one. It's a keeper.

Am I famous yet? Doodle.