The Comfy Corner

I've been gettin' a real kick lately at the number of people who have all sorts of quality advice about my career. What I've discovered is that everyone is apparently an expert in every field! I didn't know that until recently, but dang, what a discovery! For instance, I was talking to a gentleman recently who once took an acting class. He informed me that what I need to do is go see shows that have roles in them that I could potentially play. This was a real breakthrough for me. He suggested I go see Jersey Boys because... that show has guys in it! And then he had a light bulb moment which was quite exciting for both of us. He said, "Have you considered being in Book of Mormon?" That hadn't crossed my mind! But now I think I'll go sign up to be in it. Cause, gollygee, it sure sounds like an awful lot of fun.

My favorite, however, is the people who come up to my room mate and me and say things like, "You know what you should do? You should get an agent!" or "Have you considered looking into getting an agent?" This is just solid advice. I'll run on down to the agent store and find one I like!

Lastly, I was really inspired by whoever wrote the recent Backstage article about auditioning holding rooms. She warned me that when I get to an audition there could be "ten other people waiting to audition." She also let me know that if the day is really busy I might have to wait "up to an hour." Garsh, that sounds like a tough situation! Thanks for the warning.

Stay comfy y'all.

The other night, my friend Melonie and I decided that it was high time that we had a night of debauchery. This night has become a bit of a tradition and it usually involves us stuffing our faces with delicious vegan strawberry shortcake from Peacefoods Cafe and then going to Dive 75 and getting blackout drunk while we play Scattergories and eat Reese's cups by the fish tank. A sensible night for anyone involved, right? But this particular night did not go quite as planned.

Everything was perfect. I was at a perfect level of drunk, we were playing Scattergories, we were alternating buying each other drinks, and we had finally scored an actual table instead of a spot at the bar. Bliss. But then, Melonie realized that her bag and her coat were gone. This is when the chaos ensued. As we stumbled around the small, crowded bar looking for her bag and her coat we suddenly realized how drunk we actually were. I was stumbling and running into people. The bouncer even yelled at us for looking through other people's things. That's when Melonie turned on the drunk girl tears.

Tears like pearls poured down her face as she started blatantly making up all the things that were in her missing bag, "ALL MY CASH I OWN! MY PHONE! MY METRO CARD! MY SOCIAL SECURITY CARD! MY PASSPORT! MY PAYCHECKS! I WAS GOING TO THE BANK BUT I FORGOT!!!" We were legit starting to cause a scene at this point. So that is when the owner of the bar came over and gave us 30 bucks to take a cab home. I gave Melonie my jacket and we ventured out into the freezing New York air minus one coat and one bag. This is when my memory gets patchy. I remember having a Con-Edison traffic cone in my arms, hugging it like a Teddy bear, I remember Melonie jumping over the turnstile to ride the subway (guess we forgot about the cab money), I remember her crying while she sat on the edge of the platform with her legs dangling towards the tracks, I remember screaming at her about the danger of that,  and then I remember being on the train.

On the train Melonie turned on the tears EXTRA hard. The crowd began to gather around us to listen to our sob story. I rubbed her back and nodded my head a lot and said useless things like, "It's okay, we'll find it. Don't worry. We'll figure it out." As a result, this really nice teacher woman gave us a 45 dollar Metro card. And then, as we were stumbling off the train another older woman gave us her 8 dollar Metro card. She looked SO sorry for us!

So, if we are all doing the math here, WE SCORED 83 DOLLARS JUST BY BEING DRUNK AND SAD!!! I'm thinking that this is a business we should really look into! In then end, we woke up with the worst hangovers, the bar called me (apparently I left my information) and they found her bag and coat, and I now have a huge Con Edison traffic cone sitting in the corner of my room. It'll come in handy for something I suppose. Stay comfy y'all!