I haven't written a blog in over a month because I've been too busy to even complete my normal daily routine. I've been so busy, that I haven't even had time to read the 'Afternoon Crumbs' on Dlisted.com, or check out the new dresses on Nastygal.com like I used to do every morning as I had a leisurely, two cups of coffee. Alas, I can finally breath a sigh of relief, as the show I was working on (SAGA) has premiered, so I am done going into the costume shop daily and slaving away making birch-branch chandeliers for the gala. The opening night of the show was FANTASTIC. I hadn't sat through a full rehearsal prior to seeing the show on stage.... it truly was amazing. Tickets are $30 and it is running through April 14th at Baruch College before Wakka Wakka Productions goes on tour. You won't be disappointed, even if you are skeptical because it's a puppet show... GO! I know I'm a little biased because I worked on the costumes and props, but honestly, it was such a great production it is worth every penny to go see it. Here is the New York Times review if you don't believe me: http://theater.nytimes.com/show/105787/Saga/overview. Five out of five stars!
Holy shit, I can't believe I worked on a show that was reviewed by NYTimes. I'm sorry if I'm coming across as a gloaty-goaty right now. hahaha. I just had an epiphany. I don't care If I didn't get paid a cent- the experience was a amazing as were all of the individuals I had the opportunity to work for/with. Even though I have free time again, I am sad it's over. Isn't it always that way? It's like when you're super stressed and busy before Christmas, and then it comes and it's so great and you wake up and it's all over. All the months of preparation, the work and time and effort for one joyous moment and then it's over. Well, it's not over for the cast and crew, but I'm done for the time being. Sigh. I guess it's back to filling my time with job searching. At least I can clean all of the glitter and paint marks off my floor. For the past three weeks it has looked like Ke$ha was blowing glitter lines all over my apartment.
I had planned on going home this week to spend some quality time with Bijou and Ceely (and maybe the rest of my family), however I remembered I have these two cats to feed and scoop shit for. Plus, I don't want to take a smelly Greyhound (see previous entries if you must know my history with the public bus system and why I hate it). I may go home this weekend since I am not scheduled to work at Highline... I don't know if I can trust the cats to not shit on my bed though like they did last time I went home for a day and a half.
If you're wondering why this entry is titled "Boooze on the brain," it's because now that I'm a little less high-strung than I have been the past few weeks, I feel the urge to put on some sexy little number and go get wasted (well, within reason). Also, one of my friends texted me an old photo of a hip-hop party we threw when I was still at Oneonta, and I started to feel very nostalgic for my past life. I know I am still young and I can go party if I want to. But it's just like, now I feel guilty sleeping-in when it seems like there is always something I need to get done or some obligation I have. My alcohol tolerance is way lower than it once was and I get wasted fast and hard (a couple of weeks ago I missed the Oscars because I went out on an empty stomach after work and had 2.5 vodka and cranberries and got trashed to the point of vomiting and crying... shameful). Also, my hangovers are quite nasty in my old age. And now I feel remorseful when I act the drunken fool too. I just wish I could go back for a week and go on like a three day bender, partying every night and wearing heels and tight dresses and throwing skittles on my floor and sprinkling glitter on it to add ambiance the way I once did (oh wait, I still have glitter all over my floor from making stuff for the gala- now I just need a box of wine and some friends).
