Friday, July 15, 2011

Jobs jobs jobs

I think it's hilarious that about every 4 months I get hired to improv with a group of guys at a seminar and give them relationship advice. And I get paid pretty decent to do it. I'm great at a billion other things that I can't seem to make any money off of and the one thing that I completely suck at (the relationship part, not the improv), I get paid for? I'm pretty sure Alanis would find this ironic.

Anyway, guess I'm back to having a bunch of random jobs again. Right now I'm an assistant casting director on a film, acting in a film, dancing, hosting a wine sail, project managing for the sailing company, and then doing random things like telling men what to say to women in order to be in successful relationships. These poor men are going to be alone forever.

C'est la vie. I'm trying to escape everything for a few days next week and go camping. Fingers crossed it works out! I could use a welcome break in the wilderness.

Oh, and an aerial instructor of mine just got arrested for doing a piece off the Williamsburg bridge. This is my second instructor to be arrested. The first was my environmental theatre professor in Ireland. No wonder I'm crazy. These are the people I admire and learn from. . . or maybe it's just that I surround myself with risk takers who aren't afraid to live life. Yeah. I like that option better :)

Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Sparkle On

It's amazing how much your life can change in a week. A week ago I was slightly freaking out about jobs, my future, and basic life issues that girls in New York City tend to freak out about.

But this week? This week has been so amazing! I had a great performance last night, am becoming more involved with the boat (well, fingers crossed on that one- I have a meeting tomorrow), and just got offered to do my first paid solo dance piece! Ahhhhhhh!!!!! I'm so excited!! Instead of focusing my energy on finding another bar job, I focused it in my field of art and entertainment and everything is coming together! (Again, knock on some wood for me.) I mean, let's be honest. I shouldn't be working in a bar anyway. I get too into the nightlife and end up not being productive during the day. Not to mention the fact that I hate drunk annoying people.

I've also given up on romantic relationships which has given me more time to focus on myself. I'm sure from the tone of my blogs over the past few months it's obvious that I'm not over my ex. And instead of hoping things change, and wishing, and dreaming, and wasting energy on being angry and still missing him . . . well I'm just accepting that the whole situation sucks but there's nothing I can do about it. I don't think I'll ever get over this man but at a certain point you have to throw your hands up in the air and realize that it's not up to you. That the universe decides these things. It feels good to focus on getting myself together for once. So. No dating for E for the next 6 months. At least.

Anyway, sorry for the tangent. The point of this entry is that things are suddenly going well. Like better than I expected. These opportunities suddenly just fell into my lap (after some hard work) and I'm scooping them up. And now I'm going to go to the store and cook myself some dinner before going to a show tonight. Apparently I cook when I'm happy. I'm liking this :)

Oh and from spending so much time going to and participating in shows I am pretty much always covered in glitter. My childhood dream of having glitter skin is finally coming true!

Friday, July 8, 2011


I told my ex that he was my lobster last night. And I really thought he was. When I look into his eyes and feel him in my arms . . . well, I feel like I'm home.

But here's the thing. I just found out that lobsters don't mate for life. In fact, there is usually a line of female lobsters outside of the dominant male lobster's den just waiting to get it on. When it's the next female lobster's turn, she lures him out of his den by releasing pheromones. When he gets out of his den, she continues to do this by pissing on him. That's right folks. She pees on him and he finds it sexy. Then he brings her into his shack and she actually sheds her outer shell for him. At this point if he likes her he will very gently make love to her. If he doesn't like her though, or if she does something to piss him off . . . Well then folks? Then he eats her. Like, for dinner.

Sounds about right. I feel like I got eaten for dinner.

Thursday, July 7, 2011

Adele. Set Fire to the Rain

"I let it fall, my heart,
And as it fell, you rose to claim it
It was dark and I was over
Until you kissed my lips and you saved me

My hands, they're strong
But my knees were far too weak
To stand in your arms
Without falling to your feet

But there's a side to you
That I never knew, never knew.
All the things you'd say
They were never true, never true,
And the games you play
You would always win, always win.

But I set fire to the rain,
Watched it pour as I touched your face,
Well, it burned while I cried
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name!

When I lay with you
I could stay there
Close my eyes
Feel you're here forever
You and me together
Nothing gets better

'Cause there's a side to you
That I never knew, never knew,
All the things you'd say,
They were never true, never true,
And the games you play
You would always win, always win.

But I set fire to the rain,
Watched it pour as I touched your face,
Well, it burned while I cried
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name!

I set fire to the rain
And I threw us into the flames
Well, it felt something died
'Cause I knew that that was the last time, the last time!

Sometimes I wake up by the door,
That heart you caught, must be waiting for you
Even now when we're already over
I can't help myself from looking for you.

I set fire to the rain,
Watch it pour as I touch your face,
Well, it burned while I cried
'Cause I heard it screaming out your name, your name

I set fire to the rain,
And I threw us into the flames
Well, it felt something died
'Cause I knew that that was the last time
The last time, oh, oh!

Let it burn
Let it burn
Let it burn"

Tuesday, July 5, 2011


Sometimes there are more important things to blog about then just selfishly writing about my own little life. I don't know how many people have already heard about this, but my friend's Uncle, John Klusmire is the captain of the US Ship, "The Audacity of Hope." On Friday, the ship was scheduled to leave for Gaza for The Freedom Flotilla. Greek officials prevented the ship from leaving and declared that any ship with foreign or Greek flags would be prohibited from leaving. They then arrested my friend's Uncle. All of this is completely illegal and spits in the face of humanity. The captain has since been released, however there are concerns of him getting his piloting license back which is his livelihood. AND they still won't release the ship to freely sail to Gaza.

Please call and keep the pressure on the U.S. State Department. The more people who call, the more likely it is that they'll do something. Here is what my friend suggests saying:

Let them know you want them to help secure the release of the U.S. Boat to Gaza. Tell them you expect the U.S. government to support the right if its citizens to sail freely to Gaza.

State Department general number: 202-647-4000 – ask for the Overseas U.S. Citizen Services Duty Officer and you’ll get a live State Dept. official who has to hear you out.

Please do this guys. Sometimes it feels like one person isn't going to make a difference in the world, but you can. Step it up and participate.

Here's a link to an article if you want to read more: or go to

Thanks everyone.

- E

Ch Ch Ch Changes . . .

Respect. All I ever wanted from my job was some sort of mutual respect.

I quit last night. I was screamed at by one of the owners in front of everyone in a very unprofessional/un-humane way and I had had enough. I finished my shift by smiling and pushing through the next 9 hours and then calmly told one of the other owners that I would not be returning. It sucks because I actually liked that place and I put a lot of heart into it. I swear it was like a breakup. There were tears. I even uttered the phrase, "I hope we can still be friends."

I've been working since I was 14 years old and have never quit a job without giving two weeks notice and having an amicable split. So this kind of blows. Whatever. Yeah it was a cool place that's totally blowing up in the cocktail world but that's not necessarily a world I want to be involved in. It's kind of snobby and pretentious to be honest. I'd rather work in a dive bar.

Anyway, so after I cleared out my locker and left for good, I walked down the street, turned the corner and CRACKLE BOOM WEEEEEEE! Fireworks. It was after all, the 4th of July. And I immediately knew I made the right decision. The first thought that popped into my head was FREEDOM!

This is for the best, it really is. I can focus more on acting and dancing now and doing things that I want to be doing instead of getting drinks spilled on me for over 40 hours a week. The big problem from here on out is money. Le sigh. The nightmares about not being able to pay rent are going to return.

The life of a NYC artist. No one ever said it would be easy.