After a wonderful experience working on a cabaret, I have been feeling the musical theatre bug again. I recently went back and pulled out my Tommy original cast recording CD. That show is a GLORIOUS hot box of crazy. I love it! What a great cast. I was going to include a YouTube clip, however, there aren't any good clips online.
This puts you in luck, my dear reader. Attached is the best mess ever to grace the movie musical: Tommy The Musical: The Movie
Watch this clip the whole way through. It's so worth it. Never have I been so confused by baked beans, TVs and body pillows.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
A Head Full of Thought
I am having trouble writing an entry tonight. I am going to use a method of the Artist's Way where I write what I think even if it is writing "I don't know what to write."
This evening I saw a play. I am not going to delve into it as it is in an early workshop phase. It left me with a lot of feelings. So much so that I am a bit clouded right now.
It's been a long time since something has made me think that much.
Oh Adam, you devil you.
This evening I saw a play. I am not going to delve into it as it is in an early workshop phase. It left me with a lot of feelings. So much so that I am a bit clouded right now.
It's been a long time since something has made me think that much.
Oh Adam, you devil you.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Embarrassing Story #372
After work I headed to my new favorite place Astoria Park to have a jog. It has easily become so due to the cool breeze coming off the water, the rubber track that makes you feel like you can run forever, and the variety of people from all ages, races, and walks of life all hanging out. It seriously makes my night being here.
Afterward, I thought to my self "Self, I should go get some groceries." (No that joke will never get old to me. Suck it.) It dawned on me that since I will have to get meat, I should go to the C-Town, otherwise risk of food borne illness. You know who you are Fair Trade ;) (I am not going to sued by a company because of my fear of food diseases.)
Anywho, I go to the store, grab everything I need that I don't already have to make spaghetti with chicken meatballs plus some yogurt, granola, ice cream... well.. let's just say it was a lot of food. I get to the cash register, place all of it on the conveyor belt, wonder what the problem is in front of me (people were taking a long time,) go for my wallet, and find nothing there.
Never one to hide what I am feeling, I turn bright red.
"Um, excuse me. Miss?" She looks at me with discontent as she is not finished with the participating customer. "Yes?"
"Um, I just put all of this food on your counter? And I realize that I don't have my wallet on me? I tend to say everything as a question in uncomfortable situations. "Could I please run and go get my wallet?"
I think that happens a lot as it did not phase these teenage girls whose approval I am strangely seeking.
And so I ran more than I intended; back to my apartment which is a good five minute walk away, back to my room, and then back to the store. I paid for my food and thanked the young ladies about 30 times.
It was all worth it in the end. The chicken meatballs were delicious.
Sleep well,
D
Afterward, I thought to my self "Self, I should go get some groceries." (No that joke will never get old to me. Suck it.) It dawned on me that since I will have to get meat, I should go to the C-Town, otherwise risk of food borne illness. You know who you are Fair Trade ;) (I am not going to sued by a company because of my fear of food diseases.)
Anywho, I go to the store, grab everything I need that I don't already have to make spaghetti with chicken meatballs plus some yogurt, granola, ice cream... well.. let's just say it was a lot of food. I get to the cash register, place all of it on the conveyor belt, wonder what the problem is in front of me (people were taking a long time,) go for my wallet, and find nothing there.
Never one to hide what I am feeling, I turn bright red.
"Um, excuse me. Miss?" She looks at me with discontent as she is not finished with the participating customer. "Yes?"
"Um, I just put all of this food on your counter? And I realize that I don't have my wallet on me? I tend to say everything as a question in uncomfortable situations. "Could I please run and go get my wallet?"
I think that happens a lot as it did not phase these teenage girls whose approval I am strangely seeking.
And so I ran more than I intended; back to my apartment which is a good five minute walk away, back to my room, and then back to the store. I paid for my food and thanked the young ladies about 30 times.
It was all worth it in the end. The chicken meatballs were delicious.
Sleep well,
D
Not Enough Time...
I am totally late today, but with good reason.
Tonight I said goodbye to a friend that is moving back to the Burgh of Pitts. She had a blowout party to see her off on the rooftop of a Manhattan hotel. Since clearly I am a pauper, I milked an Amstel light for an hour and then headed back to Queens.
This weekend makes me long for a day that is at least 38 hours not only because the time has flown by so quickly, but also people come and go so quickly here. It makes me realize how much I need to make the most of everything.
After the party, my roommate and I went to grab a bite to eat at Omonia cafe. Every time we go there, I remember that the wait staff most likely will leave us at our table after our food has come for around 40 minutes. I usually get antsy, as I did tonight, until my roommate turned to me and said, "We constantly feel the need to rush and for what? Wouldn't we just go and sit around at home?"
And suddenly I relaxed. And we people watched. Broadway was hopping around midnight on a Sunday, strangely enough.
Suddenly I saw a girl I knew.
I audibly gasped.
She turned.
And there in front of me was the Starbucks barista. Now there are 3 Starbucks, maybe even more, within a 5 minute walk from work. I am not even a huge fan of Starbucks. However, the Starbucks at 15th Street and 3rd Avenue is a shining beacon of light staffed with the most pleasant people. It has been dubbed with the name East because it is the easternmost Starbucks and it just ranks so much higher than the rest.
She said hello and waved. And starstruck, much like Lindsay Lohan in Mean Girls , I waved with a huge grin and a loud "Hiiiiiiiii!!!!"
It dawned on me that I looked like a huge dork.
Now I will have to see her tomorrow.
Sleep well,
D
Tonight I said goodbye to a friend that is moving back to the Burgh of Pitts. She had a blowout party to see her off on the rooftop of a Manhattan hotel. Since clearly I am a pauper, I milked an Amstel light for an hour and then headed back to Queens.
This weekend makes me long for a day that is at least 38 hours not only because the time has flown by so quickly, but also people come and go so quickly here. It makes me realize how much I need to make the most of everything.
After the party, my roommate and I went to grab a bite to eat at Omonia cafe. Every time we go there, I remember that the wait staff most likely will leave us at our table after our food has come for around 40 minutes. I usually get antsy, as I did tonight, until my roommate turned to me and said, "We constantly feel the need to rush and for what? Wouldn't we just go and sit around at home?"
And suddenly I relaxed. And we people watched. Broadway was hopping around midnight on a Sunday, strangely enough.
Suddenly I saw a girl I knew.
I audibly gasped.
She turned.
And there in front of me was the Starbucks barista. Now there are 3 Starbucks, maybe even more, within a 5 minute walk from work. I am not even a huge fan of Starbucks. However, the Starbucks at 15th Street and 3rd Avenue is a shining beacon of light staffed with the most pleasant people. It has been dubbed with the name East because it is the easternmost Starbucks and it just ranks so much higher than the rest.
She said hello and waved. And starstruck, much like Lindsay Lohan in Mean Girls , I waved with a huge grin and a loud "Hiiiiiiiii!!!!"
It dawned on me that I looked like a huge dork.
Now I will have to see her tomorrow.
Sleep well,
D
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Friday To-Do Lists
So I already failed because i got home too late last night, but whatever. Suck it! I will do two (2) posts today. Maybe :)
So one thing that we are asked to do at work is give a to-do list for the coming week. This is more for our own benefit because then you have everything you need to do in a list and then you can just check it off and see your progress. Being the rebel that I am, I have not been very good at doing this task. In fact, this Friday was the first time that I have done it in a year or longer. I know, I should be fired.
It dawned on me during this exercise that there is a lot in life that I forget to do because I don't take 5 seconds to write things down in one place. Later I forget to do what I wanted to do. In an effort to live a more fulfilled life, I am going to carry around a small pad and pen and write down the random thoughts that I have. They will then appear here on Fridays. Here we go:
TO DO:
1) Take a picture for my blog. (While I have taken the picture you see before you, I have an idea for what would complete my homage.)
2) Research Ghost Hunters (That show is crazy! I am addicted. Is it real?)
3) Clean my room (this will appear weekly.)
4) Buy an ipod case for my new ipod.
5) Renew my EW subscription. (It's over and I am lost without it.)
6) Jog 3-5x for the week. (Astoria Park. I love it!)
7) Yoga 3-5x for the week
8) Be a better Human Being (Stolen from a dear friend of mine.)
9) Be a better friend/family member (Stolen from my roommate.)
10) Go to a feather/champagne inspired birthday party. (She LOVES feathers!)
11) Clean my room.
12) Clean out my GMail inbox.
13) Think a lot that I have $20,000 a la The Secret.
14) Try Fish Eye wine. See if it really stays good for 3 months.
15) Make some of Ellie Krieger's healthy yet delicious recipes.
16) Read the book Good Omens.
17) Clean my room.
and most importantly...
18) Fly to Chicago and spend time with my new niece and family!
Namaste.
So one thing that we are asked to do at work is give a to-do list for the coming week. This is more for our own benefit because then you have everything you need to do in a list and then you can just check it off and see your progress. Being the rebel that I am, I have not been very good at doing this task. In fact, this Friday was the first time that I have done it in a year or longer. I know, I should be fired.
It dawned on me during this exercise that there is a lot in life that I forget to do because I don't take 5 seconds to write things down in one place. Later I forget to do what I wanted to do. In an effort to live a more fulfilled life, I am going to carry around a small pad and pen and write down the random thoughts that I have. They will then appear here on Fridays. Here we go:
TO DO:
1) Take a picture for my blog. (While I have taken the picture you see before you, I have an idea for what would complete my homage.)
2) Research Ghost Hunters (That show is crazy! I am addicted. Is it real?)
3) Clean my room (this will appear weekly.)
4) Buy an ipod case for my new ipod.
5) Renew my EW subscription. (It's over and I am lost without it.)
6) Jog 3-5x for the week. (Astoria Park. I love it!)
7) Yoga 3-5x for the week
8) Be a better Human Being (Stolen from a dear friend of mine.)
9) Be a better friend/family member (Stolen from my roommate.)
10) Go to a feather/champagne inspired birthday party. (She LOVES feathers!)
11) Clean my room.
12) Clean out my GMail inbox.
13) Think a lot that I have $20,000 a la The Secret.
14) Try Fish Eye wine. See if it really stays good for 3 months.
15) Make some of Ellie Krieger's healthy yet delicious recipes.
16) Read the book Good Omens.
17) Clean my room.
and most importantly...
18) Fly to Chicago and spend time with my new niece and family!
Namaste.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Uh oh
I think I have contracted a bug.
A bug to blog.
The virus is going around my workplace, and I fear that it can't be stopped. What are we going to do?
If only someone would have told me...
The symptoms:
An uncontrollable urge to write something everyday, or close to it. Said writing can be lyrics, and h-witty anecdote, or even a touching moment.
I turned 85 two weeks ago, which makes me very susceptible to this disease.
Will I beat it? Or will it control me forever?
Will I lose the 380 pounds I intend to lose before the close of summer?
Will people think this blog is too wierd?
Will I convince the girl in my office that So You Think You Can Dance is not really all that bad.
Will I lose my dignity?
Will someone care?
I plan to answer all these questions at some point.
Stay tuned.
A bug to blog.
The virus is going around my workplace, and I fear that it can't be stopped. What are we going to do?
If only someone would have told me...
The symptoms:
An uncontrollable urge to write something everyday, or close to it. Said writing can be lyrics, and h-witty anecdote, or even a touching moment.
I turned 85 two weeks ago, which makes me very susceptible to this disease.
Will I beat it? Or will it control me forever?
Will I lose the 380 pounds I intend to lose before the close of summer?
Will people think this blog is too wierd?
Will I convince the girl in my office that So You Think You Can Dance is not really all that bad.
Will I lose my dignity?
Will someone care?
I plan to answer all these questions at some point.
Stay tuned.
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