The Light at the End of the Burger-Slinging Tunnel

Hi, blog readers! All 1 of you. (Hi, Chris!) I've been serving slimey burgers to idiot tourists while singing One Fine Day and flirting with old scraggly burger-mongering men and snotty demanding children for the past 4 months. Most of my conversations go something like this....

Parent of Snotty Child who is Pulling My Hair: "You mean this bowl of soup costs $6?!"
Me: "Yes. I don't make the prices here."
Parent of Snotty Child who is Now Hitting Me In My Face: "That's a rip off!"
Me: "Next time you go somewhere where professional singers put on a huge show for you, and all you have to do is order a $6 bowl of soup, call me."

Huzzah! Too bad I have to leave in a month to go do Lucky Stiff followed by the Fireside's band show. Darn. Here are the fun things of note I have done since I last blogged...

• Saw the Public Theatre's production of Hair in Central Park at the Delacorte. Amazing. Loved it. I don't get this enthusiastic about theatre unless it's really good.
• Took my mom all around NYC. That's right, you read it. My *mom* actually came up to visit me in New York! I know, Satan must be freezing right now.
• Saw [title of show] on Broadway, loved it. (It was the 2nd time...I saw it when it played the Vineyard Theatre too.)
• Sat atop a red tourist double-decker tour bus and rode around NYC.
• Waited tables dressed as Priscilla Presley.
• Was offered an awesome acting job without auditioning for it!! (Ok, I mentioned that one before, but I'm super-stoked. Shut up.)