So we are in the midst of the move. My mind is all over the place, and I apologize. But this day has been CRAZY so far.
All I had to do this weekend is pack up my kitchen, paint my room and clean the apartment. All of these tasks have proven harder and more time consuming than I expected. I’ve only had 1 break down so far, I’m kind of proud of that.
I only got one bucket of primer to paint my room, and it proved to be pretty weak stuff, and so we got about 1 and a half coats out of it, which was not nearly enough. I had been cleaning and packing all day and then I had to walk all the way back to the hardware store and back (40 minutes right there) got back, opened the paint I bought and was confused.
I discovered 2 things last night. Oil based paint is different then latex based (slash stupidier and pointless and annoying) and it also can’t get on your skin. I learned by doing. That’s when I had my break down.
Today I got a different (latex based) primer and the bf is painting as I clean the apartment. It turns out our apartment is WAY dirtier than I thought. When the rooms are empty and you look at the surfaces they all have lots of dirt/grease/dust/etc all over them.
By the way, has anyone ever heard of the magic eraser? I am convinced the inventor sold his soul to the devil. Not only does it magically erase EVERYTHING, but it keeps going forever. I have scrubbed almost every surface in the kitchen/living room/bathroom with it, it is falling apart and absolutely disgusting, but it’s still working!!! There some black magic working inside it to get my apartment clean.
I’m also proud because I called Uhaul to confirm my pick up for tomorrow. They said I was scheduled to pick it up at 2:30 in Saugus (about 2 hours away). I informed them this is impossible because I don’t have a car and have to be out by 9 am. After 5 different people I finally scored a truck from a store right off the T (easy access) and I get to pick it up at opening (7am)
So it looks like we’ll be getting to New York mercifully early. I was really concerned about the Uhaul aspect of this move, but now that crisis has been averted. Who knows how many more are going to come before all is said and done.
Tonight we are early to bed, but not before breaking down my bed and organizing everything to go into the truck.
One final thought. In the 2 years I lived in this apartment, I never realized our door was BROWN with dirt. Thank you magic eraser!
So I am on the bus going to Boston for the last time. I have made this trip a dozen or so times since I started College, I am not going to miss it.
The plan for the rest of the weekend is get in tonight, and tomorrow I want to get everything left ready to go (that means packing up the kitchen and a few knick knacks here and there). I also need to paint my room and get a deep cleaning in there before we leave on Tuesday (I want my security deposit back).
I have a lot of emotions playing on my system today, and I would consider most of them “good” emotions. I woke up and did what little remaining packing I could and then had to wait for the boyfriend to get off work. I sat around watching True Blood while a nervous energy kept building up inside of me.
I am finally taking a step away from the limbo that has been my life for the last month. I am making a real life for myself in the city. There is so much that can go wrong (and probably will go wrong) in the next few days that I don’t look forward to. In general moving in Boston on September 1st is a nightmare.
PS, this will be my first time ever driving a truck…and I will be driving it down freeways I have never driven before and then into New York City. I’m in no way shape or form excited about that.
But I am preparing to take lots of pictures of the whole experience. I imagine it will make for a funny post, and I need some photo documentation when I publish “My New York Story” however many years in the future.
Hmmm. On my way to the bus stop (after having built up so much emotion by sitting all day) I was really excited to do a long, deep post about moving, but writing on the bus is uncomfortable. My elbows are squeezed against me and I have a sneaking suspicion the girl behind me is reading what I’m writing. I also hate bus rides.
So…I’m gonna end now.
This was the view I got everyday of Boston...I'll miss that
I have little more to say than the title. I am a little overwhelmed with things to do right now. I leave for Boston tomorrow evening, tonight the boyfriend and I have been packing up his apartment.
Today he had the day off (except he did have a long overdue dentist appointment this morning) so we planned to use a pair of vouchers one of my friends gave me to the Natural History Museum.
Now don’t get me wrong, I’m really glad we went…but…its kinda boring. Last time I went there was the summer between my junior and senior year of high school, and my brothers and I thought it was boring then too. I don’t know why I thought it would be different this time around. I am older, wiser, more mature, more inspired by the world. I guess that only goes as far as the doors of that museum.
It didn’t help that while in line to redeem our vouchers the boyfriend was called and offered a job at Apple, and during that conversation was also called in for an interview today with a theatre agency. So that excitement definitely eclipsed the “excitement” of the museum.
I decided the problem with this museum is that frankly a lot of the stuff is boring (I mean it is basically a dead zoo slash fake forest) and it is outdated to the point where everything is being presented as boring. It just doesn’t have the sex appeal necessary to keep my interest. The museums I saw in France (years ago) were at least interesting because if nothing else were the site of sex, scandal and death in years past.
That’s all for tonight folks. I don’t have any energy to go beyond this. Wish me luck in the move, it is certainly not going to be the happiest/most stress free weekend of my life.
It should say "World's Most Boring Museum" somewhere
P.S. Thank you K.W. for the vouchers! I really appreciated them!!! Even if I was a little hard on the museum 😉
Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. That someone was me.
I don’t know why but today I have been in a dangerous state of anger. I can’t pinpoint the instigating factor, I’ve been trying to all day. This weekend is moving weekend so that OBVIOUSLY has a lot to do with it. This moving experience is not being made any easier by anyone we are working with.
Being recent college grads we needed guarantors to secure our apartment, and getting all the information in for that has proven significantly more difficult than can possibly be justified. There were some papers that needed be overnighted that were sent regular mail, which means the leasing agent doesn’t entirely know where they are. So they were sent again, but not all of the papers made it into the envelope…it just keeps going and going.
We HAVE to move in on tuesday. We have a roommate and a whole bunch of stuff that needs a home, least we become homeless and SOL until we can move in.
Beyond that, I have recently given up biting my finger nails. It has lasted a little over a week at this point (for the record, longest I have ever lasted). I do think that this is not the best moment in my life to give up my nervous habit and coping mechanism for stress…but my boyfriend offered to take me for a manicure (no wise cracks or judgements please) when my nails are long enough that the woman doing it wouldn’t hit/scold me.
I wish this could have been a happier post. Especially since this is the one month anniversary of the creation of this blog…I had such lofty dreams for what this day would be.
But then today ended up being a crappy, angry, angsty, difficult, mad, infuriating day.
Everyone has worked a job before where there were certain procedures that you had to go through. Every time I get on a plane I can’t help but think “is my ipod really going to make this 747 crash if I play it during takeoff?” A part of me gets angry at the flight attendant when she tells me to stow my ipod even though I know she is not personally trying to rob me of my music, its just the policy.
When I worked at Disneyland I learned that there was reason behind the madness. Safety is usually the influencing factor behind random rules at the happiest place on earth: you have to keep arms and legs inside the vehicle because there are certain corners the ride turns that get close enough to a wall or prop that your arm could get hurt…presumably. The park is just being thorough.
On a flight, I bet you aren’t allowed to have earphones on because if there’s an emergency they want the passengers to be alert, not distracted by blaring music.
When you are on a flight or at an amusement park, these silly rules seem annoying or random. When you are dealing with a large company over the phone and it affects your life, money and comfort it can incite the fury of God within me.
If there is one thing I love, it is calling the number I am given and then waiting for 17 minutes for the next available representative. Then when they pick up they tell me I had the wrong number and transfer me, and I wait another 8 minutes. When I get the right department and go through all the hoops they demand of me there, they put me on hold for 5 minutes (kindly checking in from time to time to make sure I didn’t hang up, which clearly happens a lot if they’re so cautious of it). Then when they come back they tell you there is an inherent problem in your account that they will solve by Friday, in the meantime leaving you SOL and powerless to help yourself.
There is an opera called the Console, which is about a woman in Eastern Europe who is trying to get a visa to leave the country and rejoin her husband (who was a rebellious leader forced into exile). The show takes place almost entirely in the consulate office where she has to come to fill out a form every day just so she can get the next form, and the next. By the end of the show she is no closer to leaving the country, her husband has been found and executed, and her children and mother have died of starvation.
This is a melodramatic representation of how I feel right now. I fill out papers and papers, none of them seem all that important and they get me nowhere. Big companies make me so mad sometimes, and they seem to have no rhyme or reason to their madness.
Its like some sad, sadistic human being decided one day he wanted to see just how angry and frustrated he could make me. I call and get referred to another person, who refers me to another, and another. Why does no one seem to have any answers!? They just know the name of another person! I have spent easily 2 hours on the phone today and accomplished NOTHING!
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So I missed a day or two, I’m sorry. This weekend ended up being a lot busier than I would have expected. A lot of that centered around Muffin Man opening. A whole bunch of people I went to school with have been flocking into the city to see the show, and I have been catching up as best I can with them.
The show, by the way, was wonderful. It has gone through a lot of rewrites since it was produced at Emerson, and all of the changes have been for the better. The best description of the show is if you think of it as a musical sitcom. The audience is given enough time to love the main character, and the other characters are there to make you laugh and give depth to the main character.
Now I’m going to work through my weekend in reverse order. Yesterday I got a reprieve from the city. A couple of friends and I took a train up to Monroe to attend one of my classmate’s graduation parties. I’ve not spent a lot of time in upstate New York and I found the area really beautiful. It also feels great to get out of the city for just a little bit. The world seems to spin faster in New York, so when I leave the city I take it as a chance to recharge myself and breathe.
On Saturday my future roommate came into the city, so we went to our property manager, got some keys and security pictures taken and then went to see our new apartment. Sadly, the super is on vacation (during the WORST time of year considering his line of work) so we couldn’t get into the apartment itself, but we at least got into the building, which is the furthest both of my roommates have gotten to seeing it.
After that we explored the area a little bit, but it was really hot so we cut that short and decided to find a good bar near our apartment. We found a piano bar right around the corner, so we stopped in for some extremely refreshing beers before heading home (where we shaved my roommates head…he’s going on a cross-country bike ride and really wanted to. I have to say in his defense it doesn’t look too bad).
I alluded to some shenanigans in my last post but failed to elaborate on my Thursday afternoon. The future author and I decided to take a field trip to the Met. I had never been there before and I am so glad that I decided to go because it was one of the most interesting museums I have ever been in. What’s more, it’s not too big to do in a day, and it’s not as boring as the natural history museum.
I forgot my camera, but fortunately the author didn’t. We only got a few pictures though because she kept getting yelled at for taking movies, also there were random exhibits we couldn’t photograph.
An air of change has finally started to settle upon the city. The last few days have been excruciatingly hot and muggy, but today it is bright and sunny and all the colors of the world seem magnified. In less than a week I will be in my new apartment, and I feel I will finally start making my life here a reality.
It’s hard to feel like I have settled in New York since the last month I have been living someplace I knew was only temporary. I want to have my own apartment because it feels mentally like I am taking control of my future simply by taking the step of setting up a permanent residence here. Also, I’m tired of feeling like a guest. I believe it was Ben Franklin who said:
“Guests, like fish, begin to smell after 3 days.”
So with that I am off. Also just quick shout out, I’m so excited that people have actually been reading my blog! It means a lot to me. One always likes to think that what they have to think matters to someone, so I love that people are reading. I fear my adventures in New York always seem much greater than they actually are, and maybe you all agree with that. In any case I have to imagine I’m at least giving people all the material they need to have a good laugh.
I have not accomplished very much today. It has been extremely hot and muggy and I have no desire to go outside. I was going to do some window shopping for my new piano, but I don’t want to be trekking all over the city when sitting on a couch is making me sweat. So I have refocused my efforts to searching online for the model I want.
Tonight I get to see my first Fringe Festival show, Muffin Man the Musical. It was written and directed by one of my current roommates, and another one of my roommates (as well as several other friends from school) are performing in it.
The Fringe Festival is a cool theatrical event that happens every summer in New York. It is an opportunity for new playwrights and composers to submit their plays/musicals and produce them on a larger scale. The shows then perform downtown in the village and Soho for about 2 weeks, and they get a whole bunch of free publicity and industry buzz just for being part of the festival.
I’m extremely proud of my friends for writing/performing in this. Muffin Man was first produced at Emerson my junior year, and it’s a cute little show about a girl working her first day in a coffee shop, and the hilarity that ensues when friends, family, noisy customers, and a certain young man who brings the muffins cross her path. The show doesn’t take itself too seriously, it’s meant to be fun, and a small scale show and for that reason I think it is the perfect show for this venue.
At the end of Fringe there is a winner declared (best new show), and of course everyone would like to “win,” but I would argue there can be no singular winner in this sphere. The reason I appreciate this theatrical opportunity is because it is a perfect way to celebrate the smaller, and shall we say more accessible theatre of New York.
My boyfriend keeps saying how live theatre is in trouble because after shows like Wicked the standard for what we see on stage has been built up to an almost unachievable level. Small stories about people I care about make my favorite shows, but more and more Broadway is producing shows that tell stories on such a grand level that they invite the audience to be diverted, not share in an experience.
I personally love when I see a show that is so intimate that I forget to break down the show and can just sit there and be. The last example of a show I’ve seen that did this was Mary Stuart. The set was simple, even though it was a period piece the costumes provided setting but didn’t distract. The two women who starred in the show just fully submerged themselves in the craft and they took me away with them. That is the power of theatre.
So I must get ready to leave now. I trust I am going to love this show because I am so happy to see people I know succeeding, I also get to meet up with a friend before for a quick bite to eat. If you are in New York in the next few days, please check fringenyc.org and stop by to see the show!
I, like thousands or maybe even millions in the United States since seeing Julie & Julia, have rediscovered the joy of cooking. I can hardly consider myself a good cook. In fact every night when I try to decide what I’m going to have, my options are limited to pasta, chicken and peas, or take out. That…hasn’t really changed since the movie came out, but I HAVE grown as a cook in the last few weeks. Let me tell you why:
For starters, I have to cook for myself again. The last two months I have been at home where my momma has been whipping out her usual delicious delicacies, or we were eating out with family. I can’t afford eating out much in New York and my momma isn’t here to cook for me, so…I have incentive.
Second, I have a lot of time to kill at night. I won’t say that I’ve been bored since I got to New York, but after 7 o’clock at night there isn’t a lot that I can do in regards to searching for an apartment or finding a job. These are the hours that are mine, now what to do with them.
I love being active. Sitting idle has never worked for me, I tend to sit and brood rather than relax. So around 7 o’clock I love that its the time I get to focus all my concentration on making something that I can eat (because I do love to eat). With the extra time and effort I have found that my cooking has…shall we say broadened.
For starters (per the advice of Julia Child AND Paula Deen…love them both) I have started cooking with butter. I avoid butter typically just because I am an actor and try to be conscious of what I eat, but it really makes a difference. Secondly, there is a grocery store right across the street, and it is surprisingly cheep to buy produce from there. So every night I try and find some way to expand on what I can make while spending as little money as possible.
I have managed to make whole dinners for me and the boyfriend (I typically consider a “whole” dinner one that has at least three dishes) in under 6 dollars! Not bad for a starving artist, right?
Some of the subtle changes I have made include: browning ground turkey and grilling mushrooms to add to pasta sauce, or doing double stuffed turkey burgers (stuffed with garlic, butter and herbs). Tonight I made chicken thighs with artichoke hearts, sauteed broccoli and green onions, and couscous. Tasty and nutritious.
I’m sure in the weeks to come my cooking opportunities are going to shrink a little, but in the meantime I’m enjoying learning how to cook things that are more appetizing than the bland concoctions I made in college.
So that’s it for today. I want to write about today’s adventure, but I must wait for my partner in crime to post some pictures (because I really think it needs pictures). So until then I’ll leave you all with this clue about what I did today. It was very fun, but required me to me on my feet the whole time. It is also something you could ONLY do in New York.
I hope that wets your appetite, and if not, maybe this picture of tonight’s meal will?
I stole this from my roommate. Everyone (especially in my generation) thinks these things:
I wish Google Maps had an “Avoid Ghetto” routing option.
More often than not, when someone is telling me a story all I can think about is that I can’t wait for them to finish so that I can tell my own story that’s not only better, but also more directly involves me.
I don’t understand the purpose of the line, “I don’t need to drink to have fun.” Great, no one does. But why start a fire with flint and sticks when they’ve invented the lighter?
Have you ever been walking down the street and realized that you’re going in the complete opposite direction of where you are supposed to be going? But instead of just turning a 180 and walking back in the direction from which you came, you have to first do something like check your watch or phone or make a grand arm gesture and mutter to yourself to ensure that no one in the surrounding area thinks you’re crazy by randomly switching directions on the sidewalk.
That’s enough, Nickelback.
I totally take back all those times I didn’t want to nap when I was younger.
Is it just me, or are 80% of the people in the “people you may know” feature on Facebook people that I do know, but I deliberately choose not to be friends with?
Do you remember when you were a kid, playing Nintendo and it wouldn’t work? You take the cartridge out, blow in it and that would magically fix the problem. Every kid in America did that, but how did we all know how to fix the problem? There was no internet or message boards or FAQ’s. We just figured it out. Today’s kids are soft.
There is a great need for sarcasm font.
Sometimes, I’ll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the f * ck was going on when I first saw it.
I think everyone has a movie that they love so much, it actually becomes stressful to watch it with other people. I’ll end up wasting 90 minutes shiftily glancing around to confirm that everyone’s laughing at the right parts
How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
I would rather try to carry 10 plastic grocery bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
I think part of a best friend’s job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
Was learning cursive really necessary?
Lol has gone from meaning, “laugh out loud” to “I have nothing else to say”.
I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
Answering the same letter three times or more in a row on a Scantron test is absolutely petrifying.
Whenever someone says “I’m not book smart, but I’m street smart”, all I hear is “I’m not real smart, but I’m imaginary smart”.
How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear what they said?
I love the sense of camaraderie when a n entire line of cars teams up to prevent a dick from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers!
Every time I have to spell a word over the phone using ‘as in’ examples, I will undoubtedly draw a blank and sound like a complete idiot. Today I had to spell my boss’s last name to an attorney and said “Yes that’s G as in…(10 second lapse)..ummm…Goonies”
What would happen if I hired two private investigators to follow each other?
While driving yesterday I saw a banana peel in the road and instinctively swerved to avoid it…thanks Mario Kart.
MapQuest really needs to start their directions on #5. Pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
I find it hard to believe there are actually people who get in the shower first and THEN turn on the water.
Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
I can’t remember the last time I wasn’t at least kind of tired.
Bad decisions make good stories
Whenever I’m Facebook stalking someone and I find out that their profile is public I feel like a kid on Christmas morning who just got the Red Ryder BB gun that I always wanted. 546 pictures? Don’t mind if I do!
Is it just me or do high school girls get sluttier & sluttier every year?
If Carmen San Diego and Waldo ever got together, their offspring would probably just be completely invisible.
Why is it that during an ice-breaker, when the whole room has to go around and say their name and where they are from, I get so incredibly nervous? Like I know my name, I know where I’m from, this shouldn’t be a problem….
You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you’ve made up your mind that you just aren?t doing anything productive for the rest of the day.
Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after DVDs? I don’t want to have to restart my collection.
There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.
I’m always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten page research paper that I swear I did not make any changes to.
“Do not machine wash or tumble dry” means I will never wash this ever.
I hate being the one with the remote in a room full of people watching TV. There’s so much pressure. ‘I love this show, but will they judge me if I keep it on? I bet everyone is wishing we weren’t watching this. It’s only a matter of time before they all get up and leave the room. Will we still be friends after this?’
I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Dammit!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voicemail. What’d you do after I didn’t answer? Drop the phone and run away?
I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
When I meet a new person, I’m terrified of mentioning something they haven’t already told me but that I have learned from some light internet stalking.
I like all of the music in my iTunes, except when it’s on shuffle, then I like about one in every fifteen songs in my iTunes.
As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate cyclists.
Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
Even if I knew your social security number, I wouldn’t know what do to with it.
Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, hitting the G-spot, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey – but I’d bet my ass everyone can find and push the Snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time every time…
I wonder if cops ever get pissed off at the fact that everyone they drive behind obeys the speed limit.
I think the freezer deserves a light as well.
I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with Miller Lites than Kay.
I’m taking a break from applying/looking for jobs. I have only spent 2 days actively pursuing a job and I am already loathing it. Yesterday I left the apartment early to start my search and then walked the streets of midtown east for a couple of hours stopping in places that I wanted to apply to.
When I left the apartment my goal was to go out into New York city and find a job. I realized soon after I started my search that it was way too broad of an endeavor and that I needed to narrow my search a little bit. So I picked up a subway map and last night charted out the areas I thought would be best for me to work (aka ones closest to my subway line or near where I will be auditioning).
Today I hit the Union Square area and successfully applied to a few places. So far my job search is in three different areas:
Retail
Fitness Centers
Restaurants
Retail stores have been the least stressful of my attempts so far, I think partly because they have such a high turn over rate. All the stores I have stepped into the last few days have said they are hiring, and have let me speak with managers, given me numbers to follow up with (and I have) and they all seem to be going well, however being corporations take a little while to process everything.
My concern with retail is that it doesn’t pay as much as I would like, and I have been told to expect imminent boredom from all my friends who have worked in it before. I also just don’t want to work in retail all that much. I know I can’t be picky which is why I’m still applying at these places, however I am being picky enough to screen the stores I’m applying at to ones that I am familiar with and would want to work at the most.
Fitness Centers in New York are a tricky thing to apply for. I have gone into several so far and tried to talk with people, and they all seem very keen to get me out the door and tell me apply online. I haven’t gotten a single name or phone number to follow up with, so I feel like I’m sending my resume out only to be lost in the big bad world of cyber space.
I would like to work at a fitness center because:
I wouldn’t have to pay to join a gym…that’s a huge plus.
I think it’s work that I would be good at. I’m not applying for being a personal trainer, just front desk assistants and class scheduler and stuff like that.
I’m concerned about working in a fitness center because:
The pay is not that great
Most gyms tend to be morning institutions, so I’m not sure how easy it would be for me to get an evening/night job with them
Restaurants. This is where I would most like to work. If I could get a waiting/serving job for the dinner/late night crowd, that would be ideal. The only problem is I don’t have any serving experience, and no one wants to hire someone with no serving experience.
Today I got the guts to actually go in and apply at some restaurants, and the results were mixed. A lot of places weren’t hiring, but still wanted to get my resume. One place was hiring (and Italian restaurant no less-I LOVE italian food) and the guy seemed interested in me, and said training was about to start, so he would call me by tomorrow, and gave me his name and number to follow up with as well.
After that I was feeling kind of good, so I went into this restaurant called Steak Frites (I’m sure most can deduce it is a steak house). I went in and they were SO nice, and gave me an application…and a written test. They said when I finished the manager would come up to interview me.
Let me review a few questions for you. Some might seem easy, but not to one who has never been a waiter.
What are Meguez frites?
Describe the the properties and taste of a port.
On which side do you serve food?
If a costumer at your table orders Boullibaise how would you mark the table?
What are your three favorite cheeses and why?
The test was 4 pages long, and these were just the questions I could remember, there were way harder questions. After I read through the test I started thinking of all the ways that I could leave without looking like an idiot. I handed my stuff in and told them I needed to grab another reference sheet and wanted to know when I could come back. I’m not going back.
So that’s where I am now. I think I have applications in for 10 places, and my resume out for more. I have blisters on my feet, two extremely sweaty shirts and a disdain for job hunting…and the job hunting has just begun. Fortunately I have a friend going out to search with me on friday, and I’m glad to have a support system. We’re gonna try and point out places we think would be good for each other and than serve as the back up.
In the mean time (this is turning into a long entry) I am getting my accompanist gig underway because…
Last night was my official first New York performance!
I played and sang for a friend’s cabaret in the village. It was a small shindig, but performing is why I’m in New York, so I jump at the opportunity to do anything. Also, I wasn’t expecting to play the piano, but my sight reading skills ended up being needed, and since then a few people have been showing interest/contacting me about playing for them. And what’s better is they’re people I don’t even know!
So that’s where I am now. I’m sorry this was so long, I tried to make it seem shorter (or at least easier to read) by using the bullets and numbers. Did it help?
And now, just because, I will end with a glorious photo of the condition my feet are in…
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