Did You Feel That?

Hey blog fans! I’m sure most of you are used to my, um, sporadic blogging schedule, so it will come as no surprise to anyone that I haven’t updated in a month. To those that it does surprise, hey, have we met?

Anyway, do y’all remember when there was an earthquake here in NYC yesterday? I mean, seriously, I do consider myself somewhat of an expert now. I mean, to be fair, I slept through my very first earthquake. I was pretty upset when I woke up in Coventry that morning to realize that everyone else in the company had felt it, but I had totally missed it. At that time, I was like, whoa 5.2, that is some serious earth quaking. I fully believe that God in his heaven was like, heh, heh, heh, can’t wait for future Susan to see what I am capable of. Oh, hey 9.0 earthquake while I’m in Tokyo with a company of 50 (100 if you add the children’s chorus we picked up in Tokyo), yes, you have made your point, and I can see that 9.0 rocks way harder than 5.2. Oh, also, I would like to concede complete victory to nature after experiencing the 250 odd aftershocks in the five days following March 11. You totally win, nature. We humans are just along for the ride.

So, this is why yesterday while we were sitting at our desks and the building started swaying, I got an all too familiar feeling in my stomach. Confusion ensued though because I work in Times Square and not Hollywood. Yes, I realize that all you Californians laugh at our East Coast freak out to some 5.8 earthquake felt here in NYC because you guys are the kings of earthquakes, but I also feel that if all of a sudden we moved the sprawl of Los Angeles into a 1 mile radius and called it Times Square at rush hour and had to read all your Facebook postings of how f’ing hard it is to walk to work when tourists can’t seem to stop the practice of stopping eight-across and twelve-deep on the corner of 49th and 7th to read what’s on the TKTS board (hint: it’s NOT Book of Mormon) , then we’d have an equal opportunity to roll our eyes.

But, I digress. In any case, I felt the why-is-this-feeling-so-familiar-to-me swaying of 321 W. 44th St. and my heart raced into warp speed. Thanks to my former ROA pal who reminded me that all was okay since I was at home and everyone was speaking English! Quite a change from March. But I must admit that after Facebook confirmed that it was in fact an earthquake (like true New Yorkers, we tried to log onto ny1.com, but sadly, it was jammed. I totally needed my news from Pat Kiernan, my NY1 hero, who is on vacation, sadness!), I must say, I felt a very strange sense of “wait, how many of these did I go through in those few short days in Tokyo. How on earth did we survive that??” I mean, I immediately had to text my Joseph… ACM to say, “did you feel that.” Which was the phrase repeated most often in those days after the Tokyo earthquakes, as you were never quite sure if you were going crazy, or if the hotel / train / ground / Starbucks was, in fact, still moving.

We all eventually returned to our desks to laugh at everyone’s first “everyone’s ok” postings transform into super snarky and jaded updates for the next hour our so (or if you’re the producer of my show, the next three minutes upon which we promptly returned to our accounting and marketing duties), then people would just mention throughout the day, “hey, remember when we had that earthquake?”

Anyway, what a random New York event. I wonder if people will remember it like the blackout or the transit strike. Both of which were total ridiculous experiences to go through, but, as they tend to do, united us all as New Yorkers bonding over how f’ing long it took to get home that day…

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When it Rains, it Pours

I mean, seriously, isn’t it amazing how a day can run it its course from one place to another? I mean, maybe I’m being a little extreme, but today was one of those days where nothing big happens, but all those little things add up and suddenly you’re like, “um, when can I go back to bed??”

I started my day in an amazing mood. Like birds helping me get ready for work a la Cinderella-style amazing. I’m not really sure what spurred my good mood, but I’m prety sure most of it was caused by Spotify. I know that Google+ has launched, and I got on board like the techy-geek I am, but truth be told, I don’t really know what to do with it. But SpotifySpotify, I can get on board with. I’ve been reading about it on my geek bible blog Lifehacker for over a year now, so when it finally came over to the US, I hopped onboard (via an invite from Klout – who tells me I am an expert on puppies?!  Um, thanks Tully. My sister having a dog for two months has made me an expert – obvi) Anyway, Spotify uploaded all my music, synced it all to my fancy droid and was basically making me the happiest person ever all morning. So, I was hop, skip, jumping to work this AM, even stopping to give directions to two very lost people on my way to the subway. Running up the stairs with a good 45 min to spare before my 11am meeting, I was making amazing time. Time enough to grab some breakfast and an iced coffee on my way into the office when all of a sudden I was faced with the dreaded announcement + orange tape that there were no trains running locally into Manhattan.

WTF, MTA. Are you kidding me?! As I stood on the Astoria-bound platform (for all you non-New Yorkers, I was now waiting for a train to take me AWAY from the city, further into Astoria before being able to switch to an express stop and wait AGAIN for a train to take me into Manhattan), I texted my CM having just no idea how long it would take me to get to the city. The thought of grabbing a cab crossed my mind, but my history tells me that it would have just taken more time. An HOUR later (I should note here my normal commute is about 20 minutes), I was finally rushing toward Times Square and into my office on W. 44th St. Seriously MTA? Day ruined. It was 11:10am and I was totally late for my meeting. Ugh!

Have I mentioned how much I love my job? Seriously, I have enough stories about the shows I have worked on to fill a book (right, Mom?), and I feel the universe is finally rewarding my CM perseverance with an amazing opportunity. Not one that I want to blow by being 10 minutes late to a producer meeting! UGH, MTA!

In any case, I ran into the office and discovered the meeting had been cancelled. I suppose it was good news, but I was so frazzled by my commute that I was a mess. I sat down at my computer, and after having to update my computer access so I could update my QuickBooks file yesterday, could no longer access any of my network files. Seriously? No Quickbooks, no union reports, no anything. Cut to my phone ringing off the hook asking questions that I could only solve with network access, and I was just slowly descending into the depths of an irrational hysteria. I decided I just need a little coffee, to settle down into some sort of a work mode. I went to the kitchen, poured my coffee, added milk, took a sip and @(*$&!@(#&!#, the milk had gone bad – hold it just a second, why is everything in this fridge warm and tepid? In the Heights reference? Anyone? No one? (I feel I should mention at this point of my blogging, my computer/Spotify randomly, out of nowhere, started playing “New York, New York.” Awww, Spotify wants me to remember what I’m doing here during my rant of the ridiculous events of the morning! Thanks Spotify!!)

Anyway, to say the least, I was a hot, hangry mess. Sorry, Sister Act!

I managed to finally pull myself together. I got my drives remapped on my computer, my CM got everyone out of single user in Quickbooks, I printed checks, I stickered payroll labels, I finished union reports, and I filed workers’ comp claims, and most importantly, I ordered lunch! All in all, it turned out to be a very productive day, but it just never felt like it came together. Eventually, I headed to the theatre, where all was totally fine for a Wednesday night, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was totally out of my groove. I mean, all was business as usual, but I just felt like I couldn’t get it together. Don’t you just hate those days?

I was supposed to cross-train / run two miles today, and I just couldn’t do it. I headed home in the heat and was in my pjs in a record-breaking amount of time after walking though the door. Cousin Susan bought Coronas (actually Coronitas, since I’m in half-marathon training), and they totally won out the night (also, Golden Oreos, but let’s not focus on that). After the ridiculously horrid four mile run I had last night, it was a lovely night off. I have the day off on Friday, so I felt switching out my 2 mile run from today until Friday was the best thing for my psyche.

Naturally, after typing all these things out, none of them seem like a big deal. I suppose it was just that kind of terrible, horrible, no good, very bad days that we all have every once in a while. I will put off on the moving to Austraila part for now, but am fully heading to bed immediately to avoid any sort of Groundhog Day occurrence of this day again tomorrow.

Good night all from Astoria, where the N/Q trains are not running locally into Manhattan from 10am -3pm again tomorrow, so plan accordingly!

Local Night on the Town

So, after the excitement of our VIP Guest at Sister Act Thursday night, it was time to play catch up in the office on Friday as well as bid a fond farewell to our CM, who will be welcoming her baby boy sometime in the next month. She knows how to roll a send-off party – as she bought John’s Pizza for the entire office, as well as these amazing chocolate chip cookies from Ca Va. Definitely got my weekend started on the right foot.

After finishing up at the office, I headed to LIC for dinner with my Queens pal. We ate at LIC Market, which was so amazingly delicious, I could eat there every day. Does not hurt that I can jump on the E train right outside my office and be sipping my glass of wine at their relaxing bar in less than 15 minutes. My kind of restaurant. The waitstaff was friendly and helpful. The food was to die for. I even splurged on dessert, which I never do, but I could not turn down apples battered like donuts and sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar served with a vanilla dipping sauce. Incredible. The waitress told us they have an amazing brunch as well, so I am definitely counting the hours until my return there.

After dinner, we headed to meet up with Nick and Em at Waltz Astoria to see my friend Anne Mironchik play with her jazz trio (check her out streaming live from RSU’s Radio Program on Sunday, July 10th at 10am!) . She was brilliant as always, and even played one of my very favorite old-school musical theatre songs, “My Romance” by Rodgers and Hart from Jumbo. [EDITED: Just after this blog posted, I got a text from none other than my Queens pal whose father was actually IN the production of Jumbo. How about that for full-circle blogging?] Ah yes, I don’t know anything about that musical either, but it is one of my very favorite songs. Sadly, I don’t have video of Anne singing this song, but as a close runner up, here’s my favorite Broadway star singing it as a medley with another beautiful song called “Danglin'” by the contemporary musical theatre composer Maury Yeston:

Sigh, so pretty! Maury Yeston, it should be known, wrote one of my very favorite musical theatre songs ever, and when I found myself in a room with him during a reading of a new musical he was working on earlier this spring, it took just about everything in me to keep from making a total fool of myself over how much I love it. Randomly, I probably never would have known about the song had it not been for my high school boyfriend’s mom telling me that she had just seen a different production of the telling of the Phantom of the Opera story that she enjoyed so much more than THE Phantom of the Opera. My Andrew Lloyd Webber worshipping was at an all time high during my sophomore to junior years of high school, so I simply could not believe her whatsoever and immediately put the thought out of my mind.

But of course, after moving to New York, I stumbled upon a cute little cd entitled The Maury Yeston Songbook during one of my trips through the Broadway wing of the Virgin Megastore in Times Square (seriously, doesn’t everyone have a story about seeing that giant musical theatre cd collection all in one space for the first time? It was so incredible, that you almost forgot you were about to pay $18.99 for a cd – oh days before iTunes) and I was hooked. Also, Do you like how I assume everyone has a story about that Broadway section at the Virgin Megastore? Like, no one ever went in there to buy any other kind of music? My worldview is warped.

In any case here are Kristin Chenoweth and Ron Baker singing “Home” from Phantom (sadly, I couldn’t find find my favorite recording of Laura Benanti and Robert Cuccioli singing from the cd, and I’m not fancy enough to be able to upload mp3s for the blog yet, so we will allI  I will just have to make do).

When I hear this song, it pains me that I cannot sing above an Eb. It doesn’t stop me from pretending I can though. In any case, the lyrics to this song make me want to cry they are so beautiful – and really express what I feel about theatre and music and LIFE (dramatic):

All my life I’ve been waiting
In my mind, in a rocking
For my fancy to take the air
I would know the time

Tick and tock went my childhood
Father said I would know the place
Skin would tingle and pulse would race
As they do…It’s here! I’m…

Home, where music fills the air, and I’m
Home, where a thousand lovers cry
Swoon and sigh, and I’m
Home, Where ev’ry violin
Plays a treat as sweet as a honeycomb
Wherever music plays I know I’m home.

Here, where fables come alive, year by year
We forget our troubled nights, under lights
And each tear becomes a gentle tune or duet
Kept straight by a metronome…
And if I’m singing, then I know, I’m home.

Where ev’ry English horn
Makes me feel glad I’m born
And any woodwind trill
Excites a thrill that’s new!

The giant contrabass…
The great soprano’s face
Combine to make a perfect world
Far better than what’s outside.

Dreams–I’ve lived within my dreams
Now it sems I’ve awakened and they’re real
Pinch and feel! If one day
I walk upon this stage from these wings
And play underneath this dome
And if I sing with all my heart…
I’ll be home.

Phantom:

All my life to be waiting
For an angel to one day speak
Mouth goes dry, and my knees grow weak
At each word–each sound–
That voice–that music in the air
Ev’ry choice, ev’ry syllable, each note
How they float–and her tone!
A miracle of silk, spun to gold, unfolded in polychrome…
And when I hear it how I know I’m home

Who is this prodigy, who sings to only me?
She is as innocent and natural as a rose.
I’ll do her so much good, we two, I know we could
Combine to make a perfect world
Far better than what’s outside

Together:

Dreams (My dreams)
I’ve lived within my dreams now it seems
I’ve awakened and they’re real, if they’re real
If one day I (she) walk (walks) upon this stage
And play (plays) underneath this dome
And if I (she) sings with all my (her) heart
I’ll be…home.

“Home” from Phantom music and lyrics by Maury Yeston

So hokey, right? I don’t care. I love, love, love it and I’m fairly certain this blog has already ascertained that I am a giant mushy dork when it comes to music, so I feel no need to apologize. Seriously though, how did this entry turned into such a lovefest for this song? Oops. Digressions are fun! Special thanks to Mrs. Treat for enlightening me back in 1995.

In any case, back to 2011, it was a lovely evening indeed. I love that all of these things exist right here in my little borough. You rock Queens. After sending G back to Woodside, Em, Nick, and I ended the night at another one of my friend’s apartment watching the end of Aliens. Shockingly, I do not share my love affair feelings of music with creepy gross aliens and their super creepy egg babies. I spent the last half hour with my eyes closed. Ugh, just thinking about those guys makes my skin crawl. Listen, I know it was 1986, but those were Academy Award winning visual effects. Terrifying.

So there you have it, a night in my life combined with a musical history lesson into my soul. You’re welcome, America.

POTUS

My first week at Sister Act has been a whirlwind due to the nature of both the outgoing CM’s impending maternity leave and the fact that I jumped onboard a speeding train that had just barreled through Opening Night, many early morning tv press appearances, and Tony season madness; however, nothing could have prepared me for the VIP guest that would be in the house on the one-week anniversary of my employment.

 



Sidebar: So, most of you who know me know that I have an extreme love of the brilliantly genius Aaron Sorkin series, The West Wing. Thanks to owning the DVDs and to Bravo for showing 2 hours of episodes every morning for years, I have probably seen the entire series at least five times through, and still. if I knew I could find it on tv right now, I would turn it on and watch it all over again. Game on!

 

I only quote The West Wing now, as it was the only experience I could draw from to welcome the President of the United States to Sister Act Thursday night.

No, not Martin Sheen. This President:

Um, how incredible is that? From a sheer logistics standpoint, it has been incredible the number of details that come into making appropriate arrangements, and though I am only on the cusp of the arranging, it is beyond exciting. And neve-wrecking. And a million conference calls, and lists, and id badges, and lists, and moving things, and draping things, and words such as “lockdown” and “sweep.” Excitement. The most mind-boggling thing is that they don’t really tend to share many details with you until the absolute last minute, for security reasons, so we found ourselves in several dressing rooms the night before the event saying, “ok, so, turns out, they will be commandeering this entire side of the dressing room towers after intermission, so please check in with our amazing wardrobe staff to see how they have completely re-choreographed all of your Act II quick-changes and where they will be setting up your makeshift dressing rooms for the evening” to several of the principal actors in our show.

All in all, thanks to the flexibility and brillance of our outstanding company, the event went off amazingly well. To be honest, I didn’t actually get to attend this epic performance of Sister Act, as it appears four days isn’t enough time to be vetted with the Secret Service, nor was there any need to have three company managers on hand with all of the extra people milling around backstage, but just knowing POTUS was there was an awesome feeling indeed. Also, the stage right dressing rooms now have signs on them that read “POTUS Holding Room.” Game On.

Weekend in the Blink of an Eye

Wow. How is it Tuesday? I forgot how fast time flies when you are able to leave the house for longer than it takes to get the mail (note: technically not even leaving the house). This weekend was a whirlwind of activity, so let’s catch up, shall we?

Friday had me working my first full day at my new home at 321 Theatrical Management. Technically, the office was closed (omg, SUMMER FRIDAYS), but of course, no rest for the weary company managers. We had a super productive afternoon where I learned all about bill paying, trade requests, weekly checklists, house seats, and other assorted glamorous tasks that make the running of a musical operate smoothly. After a full day, we headed to the theatre to make the rounds. Once the statement was signed, I came home, had some dinner and a glass of wine while I wrote this ridiculously long post, and finally packed my bag for my day trip out of the city taking place Saturday morning.

Saturday, I woke up bright and early to head to Em and Nick’s place to get picked up by our good friends to head out to the Poconos for our first annual (hopefully) choir retreat! We spent all day eating / drinking wine / singing / swimming in the lake / eating / drinking wine / singing. Basically, it was my idea of heaven. Plus, the scenery couldn’t be beat:

Seriously, there is nothing like escaping the summer heat of the city to spend a day with great friends and actual fresh air. Loverly.

After an exhaustively fantastic day, we rolled back into Queens, and I promptly fell asleep in preparation for the longest. Sunday. ever.

Sunday am started at the insane hour of the runner, which I loke to call 6am. Seriously, SO EARLY. Which, of course, meant I was waking up every half an hour thinking, wait, is it 6am now? How about now? Now? Ugh. The worst!

In any case, once 6am actually rolled around, I got up and got dressed. I spent awhile packing my bag for post-race, which included singing at Mass, working in the office, covering a show and heading back to Astoria to watch the season finale of Game of Thrones. Seriously, can you imagine me thinking about all this stuff at 6am? Not pretty.

Anyway, I finally got out the door, brought my stuff over to Em’s so Nick to bring it to rehearsal for me after the race, and realized, I was probably cutting it a little short for the subway, so I jumped in a cab (feeling not guilty about it at all: yay employment!). I arrived in the park around 7:30am (ugh) and waited to meet my new CM who happened to be running the same race! Hooray for team management running a little Portugal Day 5 mi. He also was super awesome for picking up my bib and running tag for me, since I was out-of-town all day on Saturday. best. ever.

We met up, I grabbed my bib, attached my running chip thing-y, he headed up to the fast corral, and I headed to the back of the corrals because, well, because technically I’m a jogger. It was quite warm in the park (NYRR says 71 with 63% humidity – ugh). But, despite the heat and the sleepless night, it wasn’t too bad of a run. I walked the hills a little because I didn’t want to die of heat stroke. I finished the run strong though.

Race Name, Date Dist.
(miles)
Gun
Time
Net
Time
Pace
per Mile
Overall Place/
Total
Finishers
Gender Place/
Total
Females
Age Place/
Total
in Age Grp.
Age-Grd.
Time
Perf.
%
Portugal Day
June 19, 2011
5.0 1:04:04 56:50 11:22 4155 / 4630 1412 / 1713 345 / 403 56:41 42.6%

Not too bad.  My lap times were:

Mile 1 – 10:20
Mile 2 – 10:35
Mile 3 – 11:49
Mile 4 – 11:48
Mile 5 – 10:46
Mile 5 ish – 1:29

Obviously, I need to work on my stamina for those mile 3 -4, but given the heat, I’m pretty happy with the result.

CM and I met back up at the end of the race and waited to see if either of us won a trip to the Lisbon half-marathon (boo – we did not), then I jetted my sweaty, gross self off to the east side to head up to choir rehearsal which was starting in a short 25 min from my finish time.

I met up with Nick, who handed over my ridiculously heavy bag of music / flute / makeup / clothes / shoes and whatever else my sleep deprived mind needed to pack at 6am. Thankfully, St. Iggy’s has a shower in the third floor bathroom (who knew?), that I was able to jump into for about 5 seconds before throwing my nice church clothes on and heading into the choir room.

After Mass, I headed downtown to the office to go over a few more notes. We covered the matinee, then our tired legs headed back to the office to finish the week ending reports. I think we both had hit the wall by that time, so it was great when we decided our end of day treat would be frozen custard from Shake Shack. Um, I could hardly even wait to get out the door before I had devoured it. Delicious.

I headed back to Astoria to take a quick catnap before Game of Thrones. Seriously, it was like a Mac truck ran over me. Exhausted. Before I knew it, it was time to head over to Em and Nick’s and join my friends for the final viewing of the season. Thankfully, it didn’t disappoint, and I was able to stay awake through the entire thing. Win.

Trudged home and fell asleep like a winner. Thank goodness for that.

Monday, saw me enjoying my first day off of the new job. I spent it watching reruns of The Good Wife. Thanks Tivo. Then, I noticed that one of my friends had mentioned on FB that he was at the gym, so hoping he had the day off, I texted to see if he wanted to grab lunch. He was, and we did, and it was a brilliant day of catching up and chatting about work and laughing. In short, an ideal way to spend a beautiful Monday afternoon.

I headed over to get some much-needed Tully time and then helped Em grade papers (she lovingly asked me to “help company manager her teaching.” Love it. She totally won me over by promising Domino’s and wine. Love.

So, there you have it. What happens when I find employment and don’t write my blog entries as I should. Epic-ness.

What about y’all? Did everyone have a good weekend? Where’s your favorite place to day-trip?

Are You Free Tonight?

Okay, when I started this blog (oh so long ago), I was in the depths of my unemployment sadness. I’d been interviewing off and on, sending out resumes like crazy, and begging anyone I knew that was employed in the theatrical world to connect me to all their connections, in the rare hopes it would lead to something…ANYTHING!

I’m sure I was starting to alienate my friends and family, and I feel this past weekend, I really entered the despair and desperation of my unemployment. I realize that in the realm of the world that two months of unemployment is nothing to be stressing out about, and I’m sure for many, it would be a welcome break! Don’t get me wrong, I did enjoy having the time to replace my shower head and run and start yoga and watch Friday Night Lights and make dinners and cross all those things off the to-do list that never get accomplished when you’re working; however, logging onto my Bank of America account was starting to give me panic attacks, so for me, two months was where I hit the wall.

So, anyway, earlier this week, I received an email from a colleague of mine asking for my resume and availability. Now, my union keeps an availability list of poor company managers seeking work, so these kinds of emails were pretty standard for me to receive. Add to that the fact that I have interviewed in this office a few times before, so I really didn’t think much of it. Hit reply, said, “hey, here’s my email…hope all is well,” and promptly forgot about (though I did say a little prayer after hitting send that maybe it would lead to an interview of some sorts.)

Cut to Wednesday afternoon where after doing laundry all morning (including my duvet cover, where when I was shaking it out to put in the washer, I found my cable remote control. Oops. How would that call to Time Warner go? Um, so I just put my remote in the washer because I wasn’t paying attention…anyway, I digress) I headed to Em’s house for my daily dose of Tully love. For whatever reason, I didn’t bring my phone, since I had already talked to my mom, so would have no reason to expect any other calls. Ha. (Hi Mom!). But that day, when I got home, I had messages flashing on my IM, in my inbox, and on my phone. In checking them all, I learned that this colleague of mine was calling to see if I would be able to come in that afternoon or Thursday morning to talk with him. I called him back and discovered that they were looking for an Associate Company Manager on Sister Act, as the Company Manager was departing shortly on maternity leave, and the Associate Company Manager was bumping up. I tried to play it cool on the phone, but was DYING in my apartment. I. LOVE. Sister Act. Not only one of my favorite movies, but I loved, loved, loved the show, and obviously, having sung in church choirs my entire life, I obviously live that life (minus the convent part.) Anyway, so I scheduled my meeting for 1pm the next day. The IM was from my former ROA Company Manager telling me that she had just spoken with the Sister Act office and she was calling me to help me prepare for the interview. Dear Theatre Gods. Thank you for putting people in my life that have made me better at my job and who have watched out for me in this industry. SO. LUCKY.

Thursday morning, I was actually heading over to St. Ignatius to sing at a funeral for one of our fellow choir members who sadly had just lost her valiant battle with cancer, leaving behind her young daughter. I was so unprepared for how emotional singing at this Mass was going to be. It was such an honor to be included in the music, that I just kept telling myself I had to stop crying so I would be able to serve her beautiful spirit in the music. It was a difficult task, but somehow, I was able to stop the tears enough to sing the hymns. As always, the music at St. Ignatius was beautiful, even more so since many of the hymns were chosen by Chrissy herself.

With bittersweet emotion, I jumped into a cab on 86th and Park and attempted to pull myself together for my interview that was starting just a half hour later. I tried to redo my makeup in the car and to calm my nerves and remember all the talking points I needed to make.

Though I thought I might be late, I pulled up just on time and headed into the familiar office. I went through my interview song and dance (which I have previously mentioned is just so incredibly awkward). In the meeting was the General Manager of Sister Act, and both the current Company Manager and the soon-to-be Company Manager. After about a half an hour of me telling random ROA and Rat Pack stories, the GM excused herself and the ACM/CM and they left the room. I have to say, I honestly thought the GM had just gotten an email saying they had found someone who was a better fit, but thank you for coming in…

When they returned, they said, “We would like to go ahead and offer you the job right now.” Um, I’m sorry, what? This story cannot possibly be going down this way. My theatre stories are always full of drama and phone calls and fourth meetings and “how do you react when people scream at you” and whatever else insanity the world thinks I need to go through. I have no idea what my outwardly reaction was, but my inner self was a toss up between jumping for joy and bursting into tears (hey, thanks Xanax I took in the cab for allowing me to keep both of those reactions internal.) So, they asked if I had any questions, and so I asked, “When do you need me to start?” They looked at each other and said, “Are you free tonight?” “Yes, I am.” “Great, tonight’s payday, so it will be a great chance to introduce you around. I’ll draft up the memo welcoming you to the company and we’ll post it tonight.” I seriously cannot make up the ways these stories play out in my life. So, I filled out my paperwork, got my fancy new email address, and a received a quick introduction around the office. Then was asked to be back around 6pm for our trek to the Broadway Theatre.

I spent the next few hours calling my family and friends and texting everyone on the planet. Grabbed a quick dinner with my former assistant and box office treasurer who happened to be out around the corner from where I was texting like a madwoman, and went to Staples to buy a new notebook (impossible to start a show without a new notebook).

We went over a few things in the office then CM, mgmt asst, and I headed to the theatre. I was overwhelmed by the difference in space from the Brooks (teensy) to the Broadway (gigantic). The company is also much bigger than we had on ROA and they must have about three times the number of crew there. It was an hour full of “so nice to meet yous” and “I’m so thrilled to be here.” I think I was still in shock a little. We signed the box office statement (hey, thanks New World Stages for using the Shubert ticketing system, so I could sort of look like I knew what I was doing in the treasurer’s office). Then we snuck in to watch the end of the first act, and I was finally able to absorb what had just happened to me in the last eight hours.

Also, there’s this song:  I mean, seriously. It’s probably one of the most played songs on my iPod right now. I just love it. (you may recognize it from my 10k Playlist.)

Finally, I wrapped up my interview/work day, jumped in a cab (omg, I’m making Broadway money again, I don’t have to feel bad about taking a cab!!!) and headed to rest-au-rant where my sister and brother-in-law arranged a little impromptu party to help me celebrate my newfound employment status. So, many thanks to Em, Nick, Sus, Woody, Mary, and Joe for the Sister Act love. It was so amazing to be able to share my awesome day with you guys.

After a sandwich and a few cocktails, I was a zombie, so I dragged my tired self to the apartment and promptly feel asleep.

Much love and thanks to all who have taken this journey with me. For all the listening, MetroCard swipes, drinks, dinners, friendship, Netflix recommendations, career advice, and the numerous times you told me to have faith in myself that something amazing was sure to come along. I owe all of you the world. Now, go buy a ticket to my show.

Mid-Week Catch Up

OK, it is my hope to recap the first half of this week in today’s entry so that we’re all caught up on my life. I’m sure most of you were waiting with baited breath.

Monday

As previously mentioned, I spent the better part of the morning waiting for Time Warner to come out a repair whatever was going wrong with my cable. After about 30 seconds, the guy had everything fixed, and my life could resume as normal. Then, I hightailed it over to my sister’s so I could have my Tully time. I mean, can you imagine not wanting to spend every second of your day with this puppy face?

Best Dog Ever

Love.

Then headed to the city to grab drinks and a giant German pretzel, which I fully counted as my dinner. It was so delicious. To make up for that potential error in judgement, I came home and did a quick 2 mile shake-out run to uncoil from the 10k on Saturday. To my amazement, I finished the 2 miles in 20:36 making it my fastest time ever. I think the lesson learned here is that beer and pretzels make me a better runner!

Tuesday

Tuesday afternoon had me in an interview with a fancy Tony Award winner. And trust me, her office is FANCY. It was hard to pay attention when I could see the green trees of Central park straight through the conference room window!

I came home for my afternoon of Tully, then as evening rolled in, found all my friends gathered around my sister’s living room to watch the latest episode of Game of Thrones (which everyone loving allowed me to pre-empt for the Tony Awards on Sunday night). I’ve mentioned our little commune in Astoria before, and nights like this just reinforce how much I love it! It’s the perfect mix of rabid fans, clueless watchers, (I’m afraid I fall into this last category, always asking, “wait, who is this again?”) playful pups, and well, and vodka. I rarely laugh as much as I do when gathered in this group. It was a great night!

Wednesday

Wednesday started off as a pretty normal day. I spent some time with Tully, returned a few phone calls, sent out a million resumes, and moved a wardrobe up three flights of stairs. Oh right, that last part was maybe not so normal. One of my friends is relocating to Manhattan and was looking to give away his wardrobe. Since Cousin Susan is still living out of her suitcase on the floor since arriving here in February, I jumped on the opportunity to help remedy that situation. For whatever reason, I completely flaked out on making any plans to actually move the wardrobe, so thankfully Gail came to the rescue and rented a Zipcar, and she and my brother-in-law headed out to pick up the wardrobe. After hauling it downstairs, Nick, Cousin Susan, and I dragged that heavy thing up the three flights of stairs into my living room. Hooray! we celebrated our victory with wine (naturally). Pics tom come once Sus and I get it reassembled. It’s pretty cute!

Okay, whew, that catches us up to Thursday, which was a pretty epic day. Hoping to get that entry written later today.