What a fun weekend. On Friday night, Leslie took me out to local bar with some of her coworkers, and I spent several hours hearing AMAZING stories from some truly talented people.

Saturday I went to a non-equity aud for the Hairspray tour replacements. The auditioners were super nice, and my audition went fine... but let me tell you this story: so normally at these auditions, as many of you who have auditioned know follow this outline - walk in room, put music on piano, talk to pianist, stand in center of room, introduce yourself, auditioners usually add an "ok, emily" or "alright" or some verbal/non verbal signal they are ready to hear you... you sing.... you stop, you say "thank you" the auditioners say something like "thank you emily" or  "good job, thanks" or possibly "your welcome" in response... you thank pianist, you leave.   Ok, so my audition was all of those things up to the end of my song. I say "thank you" and the director replies "Good for you!" ok, what?  He wasn't being sarcastic or mean, he seemed genuinely sincere in his comment, but it sounded like he was talking to the special ed kid on the tee ball team who just managed to whack the ball off the pole! What does that mean???? "good for you" ??? I was so stumped I think I thanked them again and fled the room in panic, but it's a bit of a blur... seriously, what does that mean?

Then I went for a walk with my roommate and out to dinner at a favorite local place of hers (quickly becoming a fav of mine... come visit and I'll take you...) and then we had movie night and watched the muppets take manhattan complete with popcorn and fuzzy blankets. Way fun.

Today I worked at the church... there were 11!!! yes 11!!! kids in my class.... with just me there to try and teach... thats 11 kids between 2 1/2 years old and 4 years old.... it was a total zoo! But it was fun, and good money. Then I decided on a lark to go to central park... it was BEAUTIFUL today. The sun was warm and the air was cool, their were families all over with there kids and dogs and it was a perfect day to sit at a park and read in the sun. Which is precisely what I did. Yay.

Um. ok thats it.

I am so lousy at updating! Sorry to those of you who actually read this thing. So lets recap, shall we?  I moved to New York. My roommates are amazing and they are supportive and fun and kind and I feel like I've hit the roommate lottery. I am slowly feeling the creative side of my brain gearing up again, after it's long hibernation, and I am loving it. I went to several auditions and call. Let me just say, I expected them to be different than in college and way more scary... but they arn't! It's just like at school, only a longer wait. And it's actually LESS stressful because I don't go in with any expectations of roles or whatever, I just go in and do my thing. The people in the room (thus far) have been friendly and polite, not more or less chatty than you would expect and pretty much just like all other auditions I have been too. The main difference... I recognize these people! As in, one audition was in front of Kathleen Marshall (think 5 time tony nom, 3 time winner for direction/choreography, sister of director Rob Marshall of movie version Caberet) so yeah... a little intimidating but again they have (thus far) been super nice! So far auditions have included Grease!, Carnival, and P.S. I Love You. Grease and Carnival were equity auditions, but if you show up and ask if they will see non-equity, the answer is "put your name down" and low and behold 5 plus hours later, they see you. And at Carnival auditions, they liked me well enough they asked me to juggle for them after I got done singing... I did. yay.

What else, well by far the highlight was when my roommate Leslie had me go over to her work and meet her coworkers... which might sound dull, except she's a pupeteer for Johnny and the Sprites! (she's the pink one). After meeting her fun and friendly coworkers (every last one of them, I think... my head was spinning a little with all the names...) She took me to... Sesame Street!! No Joke! She flung open these doors, and there we were on the cobbled streets in front of Hooper's Store! I got to go to Oscar's can in front of 123 Sesame Street, and visit Big Bird's nest! I felt like a 4 year old at Christmas, it was great! Then later that night a friend from Child Support was in NYC and we one tickets to The 25th annual.... Spelling Bee, and she got to be the audience participant. Way fun! That's all for now, more to come I'm sure!

I shouldn't make promices I can't keep... like... saying I'll post soon then not posting for two months. Sorry about that. Lots of random things have happened since them, let me compile a short list - all details withheld, you'll just have to recognize that they happened and fill in all the blanks yourslef:

Short list -

dad got sick, was scary, got better, is fine

ditto grandma, ditto granddad.

went to cedar point with Mike, Adee, & Amanda , was fun, was hot, was sun burnt

went to nyc, stayed with jonny v, met some neat mover's and shakers of bway, re-evaluated life

went to ada, fun time with neat youngins I otherwise wouldn't get to see, felt old, visited super secret place

went to two bridal showers, two weddings, two open bar receptions

developed deeper friendship with unexpected people, including j. duff and the chungsons

got roomates for nyc, lost roomates for nyc, got apartment in nyc, lost apartment in nyc, got apartment in nyc, quit job

had lunch with Taylor Osbun, who now works just down the street from me, unable to control "secrets" spilling from my mouth -    she has the same affect as her mother on me... i tell (alsmost) all

Sang in caberet act at gay club - god love em.

and most recently - visited mamma and grandad, ate lots of food.

Ok, you're caught up, moving on -

Lets talk about eye exams. I just had one - no, I'm not blind. But does anyone else feel an extreem amount of pressure to answer correctly at the eye doctor's? I mean.. first of all, it only takes like, two time reading the same letters before I KNOW what they say, so how can I possibly give you an accurate response when you ask me to tell you what the second to last line says? I mean, I could tell you that with my eyes shut... If it looks a little blurry, should I purposly say a few letters wrong? Then comes the dreaded "1 or 2? 3 or 4?" questions... I'm the first to admit that I have a habit of being indecisive... but sometimes they are just too close to tell! And if I get it wrong? what then? will I wind up with glasses that make me cross eyed or something? So they wind up repeating... "1... or 2?.... 1.... or 2?" until I cave in and mentally eni-meni-miny-mo it and hope for the best. Am I alone in the irrational fear of messing this test up?

I miss you my xanga friends, thanks for your faithful stalking and I'm sorry I don't post more often, perhaps this will be the start of more frequent posting? No promices this time, though...