Ok, so I haven't blogged in about trillion years. I clearly suck at this. It's ok, here's my latest attempt to update everyone out there in the "Blogosphere" (did I really use that word?) on my life.
I've been back in NYC since the band show at the Fireside closed at the end of February. I've been working at the soul-sucking diner, but now I'm in North Carolina visiting my family before driving back up to Wisconsin. I'm playing Leisl in The Sound of Music at the Fireside this fall. I really need a day job that I don't loathe. I remember my day job in college and think back on how pleasant it was and how lovely my coworkers were. I didn't know how good I had it back then! Ever since I moved to NYC, every boss I've had is a crazy person. Literally.
Joe is keeping himself insanely busy managing a sweet little romantic restaurant in Hell's Kitchen and working as a sex education outreach coordinator at St. Luke's Roosevelt Hospital. He raps about condoms. It's great. When he's not working (which is never), then he's rearranging the furniture in our apartment and/or cooking some new dish he watched on Iron Chef.
Meanwhile, I long for suburbia. I did a reading of a musical last week on Long Island. I had never taken the Long Island Rail Road. Turns out, it's amazing! The trains are clean, the intercoms are clear, the people are not scary, there is no vomit on the floor, and I don't feel like my purse is probably going to be stolen by the gross guy with his junk out at the other end of the train car. All of this I cannot say for the New York City subways. I want a car and a yard and a dog and all those grown-up things that you begin to want once 25 hits you across the head. Don't get me wrong - I do love the good things about NYC. The free shows, music, great restaurants, proximity to any Broadway show I want, weekend brunches with unlimited mimosas...but I definitely don't want to stay in NYC for many years to come.
This weekend I'm going down to Columbia, SC to visit my friend Morgan. She and I were roommates our senior year at NCSA. I haven't seen her in way too long, so I'm looking forward to it. Maybe we'll push our beds together and sleep with our heads at opposite ends after a delicous dinner of Spaghetti-O's just like old times. Except this time we'll have wine. mmmmm
