Bed of Nails

I laid on a bed of nails in Coney Island last week.

Yes, a bed of nails. And I loved it. I used to dream about joining the circus and read books that featured the famous Freak Bar in one of the oldest circus communities in the country.

And then . . . I got to perform there. Well, not really perform. I'm new to this whole community so I have to pay my dues, but I was a stage kitten for an amazing show. (stage kitten= stage manager as in setting up props and the like.) It was indescribable. I was in awe of the performances and felt lucky to even share the same dressing room with such talent.

Well there you have it folks. I'm making moves. Working at a kick ass bar 45 hours a week, in charge of a wine program where I get paid to sail around the city and talk about wine every Sunday, staring in an awesome film at the end of the summer, and laying in beds of nails whenever I get a free second.

I love life. And I should mention in here that I have the best friends that a girl could have. Mmmwaaaah everyone!

Skies Above

"Wise men say only fools rush in
Oh, but I can´t help falling in love with you

Shall I stay?
Would it be a sin
If I can't help falling in love with you?

Like a river flows surely to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be."

I remember listening to this at my Grandma and Grandpa's 50th anniversary. They were magical. They had a fairytale romance. One so great that I won't even post it on the internet because it's too special. Only the people closest to me know it. I recently thought I had that too . . . but it's ok. At least I know it's out there. After all, I was a first hand witness. Even if I was really young and sang a solo piece entitled, "Where is Love?" Yes, that's right. From Oliver. I was always a weirdly artistic child.

"Where is love?
Does it fall from skies above?
Is it underneath the willow tree
That I've been dreaming of?"


I hope so.

Top 12

Esquire Magazine named my bar Top 12 in the country. It's a huge honor considering we've only been open since February. Would it be presumptuous of me to say that since I served them when they came in, that would make me one of the top 12 servers in the country? Possibly, but sometimes we need to be a little presumptuous in a world that constantly tries to bring you down.

Anywoo, I've been crazy busy lately with work, castings, the boat sail (I'm in charge of the wine program now on the boat I worked on last year. I get to drink wine, talk to people, and sail around the city. Hands down best job I've ever had), and burlesque lately. I've finally found myself with a whole day off and am excited to finally run some errands and then take my lil ole self over to the park with a good book.

Life's been weird lately. But then again mine's never been especially normal. Just taking it all in day by day and trying to bring a little light into other people's lives.

Thanks for reading friends :)

Lisbeth Salandar is My Hero

I had such an amazing weekend. Busy with about a total of five hours sleep, but amazing. Had a great night with my girls Friday night, went on a beer tasting sail and got a bunch of errands done on Saturday. Worked Saturday night til 4am and then found myself surrounded by a campfire listening to people sing. Planned and implemented a wine sail on Sunday, fell asleep in a bunk on the boat after working on it, and shot the final scene of the movie I've been shooting over the course of the past five months.

Yep, I got a lot done. The final scene of the film last night was the hardest yet. It was an attack scene that was pretty emotional. I thought it was going to get to me a bit but because I got to kick the bad guys ass in the end it actually felt pretty empowering. And I have to give a shout out to "The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo" and the rest of the books in the series, because when I was kicking ass last night I was totally channeling Lisbeth Salandar.

Ok, off to work and another busy week ending in a trip to a winery in PA for a friend's wedding. Yay! I'm so happy it's Spring :)

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In the Pursuit of Truth

I could have stayed. . . The air, the gentle but trying breeze, the sweat moistening my face trickling down my neck and sticking to my dress, the music so powerful that I don't have words for, the feeling of completely raw life, smiling for three hours straight, crying and laughing through the tears . . .

Wednesday night made it into the top 15 best nights of my life.

I could have stayed . . . but T looked me in the eyes and told me it was time to stop running away. And it is. Running away has moved me from Maryland to Ireland to France to LA and to NYC. I've had a lot of adventures. But at some point I need to face the truth. So I find myself on a Sunday afternoon writing this back in Brooklyn.

But I will never forget that night. A show so amazing that it was life changing. . . Any words I have for it could never come close to doing it justice.