My little blog

Some thoughts that I have from time to time:

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

While ironing my clothes for work this morning this is what my brain thought of:
"Hmm, you have a great audition today. If you get it, you will basically be getting your dream job. What are the chances I wonder of getting it? Hmm, Kelly Rippa probably thought this when she auditioned to be Kathy Lee's replacement on "Regis and Kathy". Maybe not though, cause she already was on a soap opera at the time and was already working on what could have then been her dream job. Maybe she thought that way when she auditioned for the soap opera. Man, some people really have the luck. Maybe today I'll have the luck...and then one day I'll be on Regis and Kelly. And they will ask ME what I think about all of the young Hollywood partying...to which I would reply "I know just what I would do if I were their moms! I'd give them a job as an executive assistant at a consulting firm and let them try and make it without any help! haa haa". No, I don't think I would say that...I sound bitter. I shouldn't be bitter, I mean I have a great opportunity and as of right now, it's as much mine as it is anyone else's. What a nice feeling. Hey good job ironing! Why do I know so much about Kelly Rippa?"

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

"Su*k my d*ck white bi**h". (I've starred out the curse part of those words so that my classy readers aren't caused the upset that I was on Saturday night.)
Caton and I were off to find our friends in the hip and slightly dirty Lower East Side and on our way up from the 2nd Ave subway station I was grabbed by a sea of 11 year olds (11 because we couldn't figure out if they were 9 or 13...11 was the logical choice).
The leader of the sea was the kid who decided to grab my arm and talk dirty to me. Caton says that the kid thought I was alone because he was really freaked out when Caton pulled his arm off mine and told him to back up.
This was the straw that broke the pre-teenager's back. Facing humiliation from all of his peers the kid immediately did what he thought was the next best thing. He threatened to beat up Caton and myself. We kept walking along while we were spit at, called racist names, and antagonized.
Finally my rage caught up to me and before I knew it I stopped and turned and screamed...
"WHAT ARE YOU 9? GO HOME? DO YOU WANT TO GO TO JAIL. YOU WILL GO TO JAIL. GO HOME. 9 YEAR OLD BOY."
Tough cookie aren't I? Caton of course scooped me up and grabbed me away cause what could we do? Sure we could take them...but they were children, you can't really hit a child.
Still, days later I'm infuriated...and I think more than I initially was. Why is it okay for them to call me a white bi*ch, spit on my boyfriend and harass us up and down the street?
It's not. And why is it so funny to the onlookers (the other teens)? If my friends witnessed me antagonizing someone and being a bigot they would be shamed and disgusted...not proud and cheering me on. Then again my friends are grown ups and know the difference.
While we were walking away from it all some stranger on the street said to Caton and I "It's a shame, they won't go any further than that in their life".
Is that supposed to make it better? Like we as a society accept poor behavior because those kids are screwed?
I don't accept that. I think it's a dangerous spiral to create.
Maybe that's one of those things you just learn to deal with living in the city.
Maybe I don't want to.

Monday, May 21, 2007

I've been getting back into running. I used to be a competitive long distance runner in jr. high and high school.
Running saved me from boredom, family fights, and homework. I ran miles and miles and miles every day...basically I was a running junky.

Then I got a boyfriend and did what any other self respecting Junior in High School would do. I stopped running and started going to parties.
The rest as you all know is history, as was my running career.


But now, ten years later (maybe more) I've found my old secret love.


I signed up and ran my first race in ten years. And I have to tell you I was shocked at how easily it all just came back to me. I immediately knew how to find my pace, calm myself down and zone out...and as soon as I saw that finish line I knew just how to kick it up a notch. It felt great.


I am officially back in love with running! Watch out Central Park, I'm gonna run the bajeezuz out of you...that is if you don't knock the bajeezuz out of me first.



Monday, May 07, 2007

This weekend was a good one.

I ran a 5k in 34 min...not bad since I haven't run one in awhile (over 10 years).

I went to a wedding in a haunted mansion (it wasn't haunted..but I was having so much more fun imagining that it was).

I celebrated my friend's birthday at the hyper-famous haunted Coney Island (I didn't think it was haunted..I knew it was).

I saw Mandy Moore, Chaka Kahn, and Mayor Bloomberg all in the same tent to honor the walkers/runners for the Revlon Run Walk.
I think Mandy Moore may be a robot. She kept turning on and becoming super animated when a camera was around...but shut completely off when they were not focused on her.
She's also super tall...I think if a cylon existed...Mandy Moore is one.

Wednesday, May 02, 2007

A lot has happened since the last time I posted.
I started rehearsals for the new musical I wrote.
I got a new job at HBO. :)
I decided I may want to stay in my apartment in Queens instead of dealing with insane realtors.

And I bought tickets to the 20th Anniversary of Dirty Dancing...
This is the thing that made me wake up today smiling and ready to go.

It was 20 years ago that I sat in the theater for my friend Amy Klash's birthday unaware of the love obsession that was about to be born.

I think I may regress to an 8 year old who has no idea what the Penny story line is about and thinks that baby is actually very pretty.
I may think that Max isn't that bad but Johnny is a god.
I may still overlook the fact that Mrs. Shoemaker had fake spiders in her purse...Why did she have fake spiders in her purse?
And I know I will want to recreate the end dance scene over and over and over.

One of the most interesting things about the movie is how it has made me want to find my childhood best friend Erica. We used to have the best time doing those dances and reciting the movie over and over in our own ignorant bliss.
I wonder if the re-release has made her want to try and find me too!

YAY DIRTY DANCING!