Photo Friday - (and yes I'm stealing from you Vinnie)

My dear friend Vinnie started posting photos of anything on his blog on Fridays. I'm proudly stealing this idea.....(Click on image to read)

This is from another blog about how you can read the Garfield cartoon sans Garfield. It makes me laugh!!

This I saw in Central Park and hope I never see it again....
Happy Friday Ya'll

Coming around the bend....

During my down blog days, (sounds like a yoga move) I managed to affix my star to a Broadway producer. He hired me on the spot after my interview (which was originally to be a part time clerical for him and his wife) to be his bloodhound in finding new works and to help with his current projects. Apparently my gusto and zeal for all things theatre moved him in such a way that, me wasting time with spread sheets and letterhead would be a disservice of a true talent. I agreed.

Things are moving slowly like all well crafted projects should, a baby step here a baby step there….

What I mean to say though about this experience so far is that I spend 8 hours (sometime 9 if I don’t leave my desk for lunch) a day sitting in a cube processing other people’s work & dreams. It’s rewarding not for profit work for everyone else but me. Truthfully it’s nice to think what I do in some small way makes the earth a better place providing means and resources for those in need. However, what’s in peril and need is my soul.

I know I am on the wrong path, I’ve known it for years, but complacency has made me her bitch. I’ve become what I swore I never would, a settle monkey. I’ve settled for a job that pays my bills but does nothing for my creativity or dreams. I’ve given up on being healthy and fit and used my baby leg as the excuse. My love life is in shambles because of the two previous soul sucking obstacles. The only highs I’ve had at work over the past year have been when I have hosted retirement parties for co-workers. As the mail room told me, “You’re the Richard Pryor of UJA-Federation.” This last show, several people came up to me and asked, “What are you doing here?” “Why aren’t you famous?” Good questions kids….and I tell you why, I’ve felt second best my whole life. I put everyone else around ahead or above me thinking I don’t deserve to be at their level.

Since I started my assistant producer job things have turned. It’s like drinking 15 red bulls in a row and then doing an 8 ball. I get so high and happy from just meeting with him and talking about what we are doing that I go home and bounce off the walls for hours. My baby leg doesn't hurt; I feel strong & smart & fierce, that I can do anything and bend those which oppose me to my will.

If things progress the way I am hoping I might finally be on the right path. Back to the theatre world I should have never left, back to the body which I was sculpting out for myself at last, back to putting myself first and making things count for ME! FOR ME!! Rose move over her comes Brandy!

Check, check....testing 1, 2, 3

Is this thing on?

Hi, faithful readers, as you know I took a break from blogging, one because I was sick and tired of my blog's look, and two I was looking for a new job and started to get worried if the prospect employers "googled" me I didn't necessarily want them to find my ramblings sober or not.

That said, I'm no longer looking for a job and I found a new template that makes me happy! So let the blogging begin...again!

Hmmmmm.....now where to start, so much has happened...

Mental Health Day

I took a mental health day yesterday. My weeks have been so full of work and other appointments that my brain just said ENOUGH. Sit down, log off and tune out. So I did. Thursday was quiet and peaceful. I spent the morning and afternoon just lounging in my apt with Kayla, getting some things done around the house I have been putting off for weeks. My Old Navy order was delivered by my UPS man, who I think has a crush on me, or more likely he calls everyone mommy.

Then around 5:30pm Jake and Chan came over after their catering gig. They brought bottles of wine and chocolate covered strawberries, I made a chicken quesadilla and we caught up on what’s been going on in our lives.

Then it was beauty time. Chan cut our hair, me first then Jake, there was so much hair on the floor we could have made another dog. Jake and I are now short and sassy for summer, thank you Mr. Chan!!! I feel like such a rock star to get home delivery styling.

Then it was off to dinner, we met up with Steve Peterson, a lovely friend of Jake’s and Chan’s who runs Main State Theatre, at the Burger Joint at the Parker Meridian. Kids if you haven’t gone do!! It’s the best burger in the city with French fries and a pitcher of Sam Adam’s I could just die happy. It’s a small little hole in the wall (literally) if you didn’t know it was there you’d miss it. Seating can be worrisome, but never fear by the time your melt in your mouth burger is done, previously seated diners are on their way out the door. So hang in there be vigilant and stealthy, it’s worth it.

I left sated and restored to what resembled a human. My walk home to the magic trees house was full of crisp air and a lilt of hope.

I’m ready for Friday, bring on the cube!!

The Bachelorette Party

Saturday night we took bride #2 Kristin Price out for her bachelorette party. Ohhhh so much happened…

Let’s start at the beginning, a very good place to start. We went to dinner at a little tapas place called Café Noir and then to a burlesque show called, “This is Burlesque,” at Corio, check out the website it’s fun. Murray Hill hosts and the girls were AWESOME! A polished and professional show that was like 3 hours w/ an intermission.

There were 3 bachelorette parties there (funny how straight girls wanna go see boobies) seriously there were maybe 5 guys there so fascinating to the only lesbian in the bunch. Kristin had soooo much fun. Karl, our gay in tow, made her a Spanish Mantilla with porn on it. It was beautiful and gross all at the same time. Put all the veils to lame shame. Kristin drank Maker’s Mark neat all night and during one rather racy performance turned to me and said, “Brandy I think I’m gay.” One of the priceless quotes uttered through out the night. Another being, “I just can’t get my equipment to work,” again said by Miss Price.

The piece de resistance was when Murray pulled all the brides to be up on stage for a Britney Spears dance off. Kristin went crazy!!! I was like WHO is that??? For all her gyrating she won a Bud Light! Which I drank!!! Then we all chipped in and bought her pasties. Red with tassels. I am so proud of her that she has finally removed the stick from her ass. (Her words not mine). After the show we went to O’Neil’s for one more splash and then headed home around 1ish….nobody got too drunk or too naked, it was a perfect night for the ladies.