8.29.2005

new dress

Well, after buying my fabulous dress on Saturday, I got a note from Amy saying she had changed her colors. I'm absolutely fine with that, but I LOVED my dress... and it's not available in black. So I ended up getting the dress I originally went to David's Bridal for... like it a whole bunch, but loved the old one.

I'm working almost every day to save money for Vegas and I still have to go shopping for shoes and for fun party clothes. This flippin' city had better be worth it. ;)

8.27.2005

long day

After a very long day of shopping, I finally bought my bridesmaid dress and shoes. I'm very happy with it! :) Unfortunately, I started having an asthma attack somewhere in Great Northern Mall and it hasn't subsided yet. I'm not wheezing anymore, but I'm tired and light-headed. I want to lay down, but don't know if that's a good idea?

On another note, I love this show: Whad'Ya Know?. I'm sad that while I'm on my way back from Vegas, the show will be in Cleveland.

8.26.2005

finally friday

Let me know if you don't get any of these... I can explain.




You Know You're From New York City When...


You say "the city" and expect everyone to know that this means Manhattan.

You have never been to the Statue of Liberty or the Empire State Building.

You can get into a four-hour argument about how to get from Columbus Circle to Battery Park at 3:30 on the Friday before a long weekend, but can't find Wisconsin on a map.

Hookers and the homeless are invisible.

The subway makes sense.

You believe that being able to swear at people in their own language makes you multi-lingual.

You've considered stabbing someone just for saying "The Big Apple".

The most frequently used part of your car is the horn.

You call an 8' x 10' plot of patchy grass a yard.

You consider Westchester "upstate".

You think Central Park is "nature."

You see nothing odd about the speed of an auctioneer's speaking.

You're paying $1,200 for a studio the size of a walk-in closet and you think it?s a "steal."

You've been to New Jersey twice and got hopelessly lost both times.

You pay more each month to park your car than most people in the U.S. pay in rent.

You haven't seen more than twelve stars in the night sky since you went away to camp as a kid.

You go to dinner at 9 and head out to the clubs when most Americans are heading to bed.

Your closet is filled with black clothes.

You haven't heard the sound of true absolute silence since the 80s, and when you did, it terrified you.

You pay $5 without blinking for a beer that cost the bar 28 cents.

You take fashion seriously.

Being truly alone makes you nervous.

You have 27 different menus next to your telephone.

Going to Brooklyn is considered a "road trip."

America west of the Hudson is still theoretical to you.

You've gotten jaywalking down to an art form.

You take a taxi to get to your health club to exercise.

Your idea of personal space is no one actually standing on your toes.

$50 worth of groceries fit in one paper bag.

You have a minimum of five "worst cab ride ever" stories.

You don't notice sirens anymore.

You live in a building with a larger population than most American towns.

Your doorman is Russian, your grocer is Korean your deli man is Israeli, your building super is Italian, your laundry guy is Chinese, your favorite bartender is Irish, your favorite diner owner is Greek, the watchseller on your corner is Senegalese, your last cabbie was Pakistani, your newsstand guy is Indian and your favorite falafel guy is Egyptian.

You're suspicious of strangers who are actually nice to you.

You secretly envy cabbies for their driving skills.

You think $7.00 to cross a bridge is a fair price.

Your door has more than three locks.

Your favorite movie has DeNiro in it.

You consider eye contact an act of overt aggression.

You run when you see a flashing "Do Not Walk" sign at the intersection.

You're 35 years old and don't have a driver's license.

You ride in a subway car with no air conditioning just because there are seats available.

You're willing to take in strange people as roommates simply to help pay the rent.

There is no North and South. It's uptown or downtown.

When you're away from home, you miss "real" pizza and "real" bagels.

You know the differences between all the different Ray's Pizzas.

You're not in the least bit interested in going to Times Square on New Year's Eve.

Your internal clock is permanently set to know when Alternate Side of the Street parking regulations are in effect.

You know what a bodega is.

You know how to fold the New York Times in half, vertically, so that you can read it on the subway or bus without knocking off other passenger's hats.

Someone bumps into you, and you check for your wallet.....

You cringe at hearing people pronounce Houston St. like the city in Texas

Film crews on your block annoy you, not excite you.

You actually get these jokes and pass them on to other friends from NYC.


I'm so glad it's finally Friday. :) Today I had a job interview... went very well. Even if I don't get a job out of it, I now have an acting agent.

I don't think I say enough how much I love my dog. She doesn't have to do anything. I just get happy looking at her. Maybe it's the fact that her tail never stops wagging.

colds suck

I'm just back from my parent's house in Mentor. I don't go out there normally, but my brother was in from Florida with his new baby and his step-son, Gavin. Brooklyn (the baby) is nine months and the cutest thing I've ever laid eyes on. I swear this baby doesn't cry. She gets fussy every once and a while and then gets what she wants, but there is no tantrums or anything. She's a sweetheart. Gavin is 4 and loves his sister, but wants attention himself. Thankfully, there were 5 adults there tonight, so he had plenty of people to play with. :)

I'm sick as a dog so I'm heading to bed early tonight. With the help of Tylenol Cold PM, of course. I could never function without my cold medicine.

8.23.2005

jamie bulger

When I first read this story, my heart sank. After finding out that it's all true, I feel sick to my stomach.

Wikipedia: James Bulger .. details of the crime, punishment and release

Justice? This is Bloody Insanity! .. a commentary

what do you see?

A friend told me today that I see the world through rose-colored glasses. I've been thinking a lot about that, and he's right. I always try to see the best in people, in situations, in life. But the thing is, I can still see; I'm not as naive as I used to be. I know there are people out there that like to take advantage of others, but I'm willing to give them the benefit of doubt. I'm very much like my mother in this respect. If you are my friend, I will give you the shirt off my back time and again, but there is a tipping point. I'm not blind, not stupid... and if that point comes, I'm done. I won't be used. I don't have many get out of jail free cards and it takes a lot to earn one. ;)

8.22.2005

phew!

At last, the long weekend is over. Went to see Into the Woods at Cassidy on Friday with some friends. Always fun.

Shopping on Saturday with Cheryl. As a shopoholic, I'm quite proud that I didn't buy one thing. Might be a first. Well, I did pay $12 for a buffet at an Indian restaurant, but I don't like Indian food, so I don't consider that an indulgence. ;)

Sunday was the bridal shower for my brother's fiancee Amy. Even with the 4-1/2 hours there and back in the car with Mom, I had a great time. Finally got to meet Amy's mom and her best friends/fellow bridesmaids. I can't believe the wedding is 3 weeks away! Looking forward more and more to Vegas each and every day...

8.17.2005

hmm

Remember when you were a kid and your mom or dad would yell at you or slap you? There were times when you knew exactly what you did wrong, knew you deserved it. But sometimes you didn't have a clue as to what was going on. My parents reaction? Well, I'm sure there's something you're going to do or did that I don't know about.

I feel like the universe is slapping me in the face right now. I'm still reeling and trying to get my bearings when it hits the other cheek. I'm bewildered. I know it's dramatic to compare myself with the biblical figure of Job, but is there a reason behind all of this, or is God just testing me? Both?

8.15.2005

penguins

I don't really believe in reincarnation, BUT if it exists... I want to come back as a penguin.

Or my dog. ;)

negative

A person who I considered a friend of mine has been talking trash about me. I'm not going to say much about it, but the people who know me know the truth. Just because you want your life to have more drama in it does not mean that you can try to pull me into your web, you little black widow spider.

8.13.2005

i love saturdays

I think Saturday is my favorite day of the week. No alarm, no pressure, all relaxation. I've caught up on a little reading, had some quality time with the pooch. Good day.

Last night's party at Kevin's was fun. I spent the whole night on his patio because of the kitty cat and had some great conversations. Going to see the closing performance of Jane Eyre tonight at Mercury and the closing of Songs for a New World tomorrow night at Cain Park. I love not being in shows so I can go see all my friends.

8.11.2005

karaoke night

I'm just home from karaoke... I'm not getting paid to host yet, but I still had a great time. The 5-1/2 hours fly by when I'm with friends. :) I actually set everything up and tore it down tonight pretty well (with help, of course).

The crazy thing is, I got asked out on a date. I've never quite understood it - nor do I really care to - but I never get asked out. This guy has been coming to Cronies karaoke for about a month. He's in town taking care of his mother while she goes through chemo, then back to the Broadway cast of Rent. Seems like a nice guy, but I tend not to have good taste in men. We shall see... ;)

8.10.2005

christian bale

I'm in the middle of watching The Machinist right now. How is it that Christian Bale can weigh a mere 120 pounds and still be sexy? Amazing.

8.09.2005

good day

A very good day. First thing this morning, I got cast as Mrs. Potts in the Christmas show at the Beck (big yay!). Work was the same old stuff. After work, I was off to the hospital to see Raul and Carmen. The kidney transplant was a complete success. The doctors said Raul's new kidney (nicknamed Lolita by Carmen and Sarah) started working immediately. True to form, Raul and Carmen's first thoughts were each for the other person. :) Glad to say they are both resting and thanks to the drugs, resting comfortably. It's always good to have a day when you cry tears of joy and release time and again. This has definitely been one of those days.

mercury benefit

How You Life Your Life

You seem to be straight forward, but you keep a lot inside.

You're laid back and chill, but sometimes you care too much about what others think.

You tend to have one best friend you hang with, as opposed to many acquaintances.

You tend to dream big, but you worry that your dreams aren't attainable.

I'm just home from the Mercury benefit at STAR tonight. Such a good time. It was great to see so many friends come out and support a theater that needs it more than anyone else does right now. Great to see everyone laughing and smiling, considering Brian's condition that has been on our minds all week.

Before that was another round of callbacks for Beauty and the Beast at the Beck Center. I really hate auditions, I hate callbacks. I had fun watching everyone else, but I never know if I'm making the right choices, etc... Casting is so random and a director can cast you or not for the most minute reason. I know it's not up to me at this point, but I hate the waiting.

Tomorrow is not going to be fun. My cousin's husband is having a kidney transplant tomorrow, so most of the day after work I will be at the hospital with her and my mom. Please keep Sarah (my cousin), Raul (the recipient) and his sister (the donor) Carmen in your prayers. It will be a hard day for all of them.

8.08.2005

that sound you hear is pig wings flapping away

Rosie Ready for "Fiddler" - Yahoo! News

I'm feeling a little sorry for my friend Hannah DelMonte who just made her Broadway debut in Fiddler. Little did she know... ;)

8.07.2005

marilyn

Ex-Prosecutor: Monroe Wasn't Suicidal - MSN

catching up

I guess it's been a while since I've written in this durn thing, but I've had a few curveballs thrown at me this week. Nothing horrible, just interesting.

I spent all of Sunday at work (ew) and then with my mom. Bless her heart. :) She already bought me tickets to Vegas for my birthday, but she insisted on taking me shopping. Let's just say that I really, really hate shopping. I like to know what I want, go to the store, get it and leave. But I want to make my mom happy, so... off we go. It was nice to spend some time with her. She only lives in Mentor, but I don't get to see her very often.

Monday was jam-packed... worked all day and then went to Mercury to work on the tree some more. If I never see a hot glue gun and chicken wire again, I will be a happy girl. ;) Tuesday I got free tickets to go see West Side Story at Porthouse so my brother and I made the long trek. Oy. Not so much a fan of that production, but there were LOTS of friends in the audience and in the show, so we made our own fun. I think that people should start videotaping shows with people's comments (think MST3K) because there were some crazy ones for that show. Thank goodness my friend Kristen Netzband thinks I'm funny and laughed at me through the whole god-forsaken show. ;)

SO. Wednesday, my birthday. I don't have a lot to say about this day except that I didn't spend a thin dime at Cronies and I think I had about 15 Jack & Cokes and 10 random shots. That might even be low-balling it. Big thanks go out to my brother for being my DD. I was a ME-EE-ESS. That's a 3-syllable mess, folks. Pretty bad.

Thursday was all about recovery. Wow. I woke up around 2 pm and finally felt okay to stand without throwing up around 6:30. Unfortunately, I had tickets to the Indians/Yankees game that night, so I had to move eventually. I got to the game 45 minutes late, but watched my Yanks pull out a good one. Kids, they don't call 'em the Bronx Bombers for nothin'.

Friday. Work. Mercury. Beck to pick up my brother. Saturday. Work from 3:30 to 11:30. I can honestly say, I will NEVER work a Saturday night in that restaurant again. I made $120 (not great, not bad), but it wasn't worth the headache. The night actually flew by until around 10. See, Waterstreet has Salsa night every Saturday. Everyone I tell about it usually says, "Oh, I've heard of that," or "Oh, I've been to that." Sure. Whatever. My only problem was my last table was a 10-top that were basically there to avoid the $5 Salsa cover charge that starts at 11. So they drank water and 4 people ate. Brilliant. I bust my butt for no tips and snide comments. I used to be mild, but I am no longer the type of server that takes shit. This table was trying their best, but I'm a real class-A bitch of a server when I want to be and I was DONE with them.

I was finally free to head to Cheryl's house for her little gathering. There weren't a lot of people there, but we had a great time. Alcohol was limited, so I didn't really drink. It was fun to watch the underagers drink and pass out though. ;) Today went to see Aida for a second time (this time, I liked the show... cried and everything) then for a party at Mark's.

I've had a few comments on life this week that I wanted to add in here, but it's already too long... There we end it.

Ooh. I felt obligated to put a picture of the love of my life up there since I haven't been home in 32 hours. :) My little deaf puppy.