It's great to have friends with the hook up. I used to have mad Broadway Ticket hook ups when I worked for The Really Useful Company. For example, I received two tickets to Jerry Seinfeld's, "I'm Telling You For The Last Time," from a grateful concierge who I got house seats for; looking back I could have sold them for crazy dinero but instead took Vinnie for a night of comedy we both treasure till this day.
A friend recently hooked me up with a sneak peak DVD of United States of Tara Episodes 1-4, and all I have to say is people GET Showtime NOW!! Toni Collette is amazing; Diablo Cody is a genius and my favorite screen writer at the moment. I mean Juno could have been a fluke but she writes in such a fresh smart way that she proves without a doubt she's got staying power because you never know what her characters are going to do or say next.
Jake and I watched them back to back and we can't wait for Episode 5!! This is the downside to getting the hook up, now I have to wait a MONTH for the rest of the world to catch up!!!? Unfortunately the L Word Final Season Episodes 1 & 2, plus the first 2 episodes of Secret Diary of a Call Girl were also on the DVD. Ugh, guess Big Love and the anemic Grey's Anatomy will just have to do until then....it was worth it though, a perfect way to spend a sick day in bed.
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Friday, January 9, 2009
Bitter...
This was my idea. When asked by mister broadway to find a star vehicle for an actress of some ilk I set off like a hound after a good bone. A few guidelines to follow, a comedy, a revival of something that hasn’t been done in at least 10yrs, and something that people would want to see again with new jazz hands and fresh ideas…..Noel Coward is beyond one of my favorite playwrights. I suggested Blythe Spirit to him with my “dream” cast, a bit younger than the one coming down the pike but still a must see cast to get bums in seats. He hadn’t read it, worry #1. After he did he said he didn’t think the female rolls where strong enough, worry #2. Shortly after being shot down, I saw the press release for this production. Shaking my head with complete disbelief with a smattering of ironic agony I quietly said to myself in my 9 to 5 cube, “why won’t anyone listen to me,” I’m a theatre whore, it’s my church, my vitality, I might be young but I know what I’m talking about.
With veiled cockiness I told him about production plans for BS, he chortled, “it’ll still be a hard sell,” As I stared blankly at what I knew was a lie to hide his misstep, I looked above his head at the Hirschfeld of him and thought to myself, “Oh, Al whose gonna draw me someday when this grasshopper finally gets the chance to be heard?”
Photo Phriday (Happiness is...)
Tequila has a bad rap. Most people don't understand the peppery complexness of this ancient elixir. Tequila was first produced in the 16th century near the location of the city of Tequila; the Aztec people had previously made a fermented beverage from the agave plant, which they called “octli” before the Spanish arrived in 1521. When the Spanish conquistadors ran out of their own brandy (see I am timeless and can be found all over history..lol), they began to distill this agave drink to produce North America's first indigenous distilled spirit. *shout out to wiki for the facts, what did we ever do without the internet?
Some people have an adverse reaction to licking, slamming and sucking, luckily for me it has never led me to the porcelain god for penance. Tequila is my economical beverage of choice, Scotch / Whiskey being my first, but I tend to lean to the more expensive barrel aged “water of life” that my ancestors imbibed in therefore it is a treasured and rare occurrence in these hard times, so I default to the silver fire water that brings out the best in me.
If there was a Margaritaville I would most certainly live there, always keeping an eye on my shaker of salt as not to lose it. Napping lazily to the hum of a blender and the soft tones of a steel drum as the alcohol works its way to all those achy places you can’t reach. Suddenly the baby leg feels like dancing and my humor hits the sweet spot of not caring and letting loose my wild imagination. Someone should really bottle that stuff….oh wait they do.
Thank God!!! Aclamaciones!!! aka Cheers ya'll!
Some people have an adverse reaction to licking, slamming and sucking, luckily for me it has never led me to the porcelain god for penance. Tequila is my economical beverage of choice, Scotch / Whiskey being my first, but I tend to lean to the more expensive barrel aged “water of life” that my ancestors imbibed in therefore it is a treasured and rare occurrence in these hard times, so I default to the silver fire water that brings out the best in me.
If there was a Margaritaville I would most certainly live there, always keeping an eye on my shaker of salt as not to lose it. Napping lazily to the hum of a blender and the soft tones of a steel drum as the alcohol works its way to all those achy places you can’t reach. Suddenly the baby leg feels like dancing and my humor hits the sweet spot of not caring and letting loose my wild imagination. Someone should really bottle that stuff….oh wait they do.
Thank God!!! Aclamaciones!!! aka Cheers ya'll!
Thursday, January 8, 2009
GOAL GOAL GOAL HEY HEY HEY!!!
The longer you live the more your learn about yourself. I'm not much of a sports fan. I enjoyed playing sports in school and recently have a deep thirst for Wii Bowling but overall I can take it or leave it. Going to a live event can change ones perspective.
Last night I was treated to sky box seats at The Garden to watch the Rangers, i.e. New York's Hockey Team, play in an Original Six Match with Canada. Thanks to one of the founders of Master Card I can safely say that this is the only way to roll at the Garden. Frankly I could live in a sky box. It's not unlike my magic treehouse apt, except the view of men slamming each other into glass walls is infinitely better.
The box itself is huge with a bar side:
a lounge side:
and a bathroom big enough to cause some trouble in...
Something happened when the puck hit the ice I was suddenly stricken with Sports Autism. I went into myself and could not really speak accept for the occasional OH! ARGH! ECK!! OH GOD!! WATCH OUT!! I refused alcohol until the game was over which is clearly a sign of the Apocalypse and only really "woke" up during the Zamboni intermissions. It shocked me and my friends. Who knew? That a small black puck could make me focus, maybe I should set one on my desk at work?
Anyway, we had a GRAND time, really the best was when we were leaving and we rummaged through all the other boxes like we were tomb raiders leaving with a nearly full bottle of Absolute, beer, cookies, cheese and a other bottled beverages. I knew I should have brought my bag, that bottle of Dewars could have been MINE!!! LOL!!
So sports fans I recommend going to the big shows. Especially if you can find yourself in a free sky box it's really the only way to sing the GOAL SONG!!!
Last night I was treated to sky box seats at The Garden to watch the Rangers, i.e. New York's Hockey Team, play in an Original Six Match with Canada. Thanks to one of the founders of Master Card I can safely say that this is the only way to roll at the Garden. Frankly I could live in a sky box. It's not unlike my magic treehouse apt, except the view of men slamming each other into glass walls is infinitely better.
The box itself is huge with a bar side:
a lounge side:
and a bathroom big enough to cause some trouble in...
Something happened when the puck hit the ice I was suddenly stricken with Sports Autism. I went into myself and could not really speak accept for the occasional OH! ARGH! ECK!! OH GOD!! WATCH OUT!! I refused alcohol until the game was over which is clearly a sign of the Apocalypse and only really "woke" up during the Zamboni intermissions. It shocked me and my friends. Who knew? That a small black puck could make me focus, maybe I should set one on my desk at work?
Anyway, we had a GRAND time, really the best was when we were leaving and we rummaged through all the other boxes like we were tomb raiders leaving with a nearly full bottle of Absolute, beer, cookies, cheese and a other bottled beverages. I knew I should have brought my bag, that bottle of Dewars could have been MINE!!! LOL!!
So sports fans I recommend going to the big shows. Especially if you can find yourself in a free sky box it's really the only way to sing the GOAL SONG!!!
Monday, January 5, 2009
Turning the page.
We are 5 days into 2009 and I can’t believe how ticking 2008 off my life has made me feel absolutely FANTASTIC!!
Spending New Year’s Eve party hopping with my friend Shana we heard the resounding war cry from everyone, “thank god that’s OVAH!” It was overwhelming to hear it wasn’t just me who had the worst year in recent memory. Both friends and complete strangers seemed to finally be unburdened with the weight of 2008. I surmised that it was the 8 to blame for all the unending BS, backsliding, bad luck and general crap that seemed to loom around every corner we turned this year. If you notice the 8 is two circles that complete the infinity loop or circle of stupid which I have come to call it. No matter how hard we tried this year we all just kept looping back on ourselves in a perpetual state of repetition unable to break the cycle. We got nothing done and nothing good could happen to push us forward into a better place. Collectively we were all behind the 8 ball.
However, we are now coming around the final bend and being flung like a catapult via the graceful arm of number 9, flinging us forward into a prosperous future full of hope, change and optimism. People at work are like, “What’s wrong with you?” “Why are you so happy?” I can’t help it. Something is in the air, the water or just deep in my brain that says enough! My time in my cube is dwindling and I can hear in the distance the call of the girl who first came to New York. She thought anything was possible, she believed in joy and magic. Even when her life was so dark she knew that the light was just waiting for her. Without a fight life marched right over me with excuses and obstacles; I lost my focus, my dream.
Only I can hear her, whispering that it is time to take hold and wring the life I want out of this soggy bottom bog. “There is nothing you can’t have or do, you just have to ask and expect the best from yourself for yourself.” I mean I think it’s her, but it could be Oprah.
Taking baby steps for the baby leg, changing bad habits that aren’t good for me spiritually, physically or mentally will not be easy but they must be done. Saying yes to opportunity and no to my inner critic, fear will not hold me any longer. 2012 is close at hand and if I want to survive Armageddon I’ll be damned if I’m going to face it fat, lame and alone!
2009 is the beginning of my Victory Tour so get a ticket it’s going to be one heck of a show!
Spending New Year’s Eve party hopping with my friend Shana we heard the resounding war cry from everyone, “thank god that’s OVAH!” It was overwhelming to hear it wasn’t just me who had the worst year in recent memory. Both friends and complete strangers seemed to finally be unburdened with the weight of 2008. I surmised that it was the 8 to blame for all the unending BS, backsliding, bad luck and general crap that seemed to loom around every corner we turned this year. If you notice the 8 is two circles that complete the infinity loop or circle of stupid which I have come to call it. No matter how hard we tried this year we all just kept looping back on ourselves in a perpetual state of repetition unable to break the cycle. We got nothing done and nothing good could happen to push us forward into a better place. Collectively we were all behind the 8 ball.
However, we are now coming around the final bend and being flung like a catapult via the graceful arm of number 9, flinging us forward into a prosperous future full of hope, change and optimism. People at work are like, “What’s wrong with you?” “Why are you so happy?” I can’t help it. Something is in the air, the water or just deep in my brain that says enough! My time in my cube is dwindling and I can hear in the distance the call of the girl who first came to New York. She thought anything was possible, she believed in joy and magic. Even when her life was so dark she knew that the light was just waiting for her. Without a fight life marched right over me with excuses and obstacles; I lost my focus, my dream.
Only I can hear her, whispering that it is time to take hold and wring the life I want out of this soggy bottom bog. “There is nothing you can’t have or do, you just have to ask and expect the best from yourself for yourself.” I mean I think it’s her, but it could be Oprah.
Taking baby steps for the baby leg, changing bad habits that aren’t good for me spiritually, physically or mentally will not be easy but they must be done. Saying yes to opportunity and no to my inner critic, fear will not hold me any longer. 2012 is close at hand and if I want to survive Armageddon I’ll be damned if I’m going to face it fat, lame and alone!
2009 is the beginning of my Victory Tour so get a ticket it’s going to be one heck of a show!
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