To say the life of a lowly intern living in the city via a hotel with little moolah is busy would be the understatement of the universe. Yeah, the whole verse. I say that because I think Mars gets better internet connection then I do. The coffee shop I do all my interwebbing on has little to no wifi at the moment, so trying to download songs on Itunes is like trying to sit through all three extended editions of LOTR. But, enough of the complaining lets talk about me. ; )
These past few weeks have been super duper intense in the show-seeing category. American Idiot, SNL, and then the handful of plays/musical/dance/art events don't even come close to fitting into two of my hands, so a handful was the wrong choice of wording. To sum it up, I have been a slave to New York.
Woke up this morning after a lovely night of cops and mouthy drunk people...Story:
- After watching a lovely episode of Ugly Betty (aka the show that describes my life in NYC, only not really but kinda) I started listening to Ipod, trying to force myself to sleep. Sounds of people on the street, not to mention my extremely annoying heater was clanking and spitting like the little brat it is when all of a sudden the screams of a very angry individual overpowered my music and attacked my eardrums. "Motherf***er" etc and so forth came screaming from down the hall. Of course being the horror savvy person I am, thoughts of Quarantine and The Shining slipped into my mind. Turns out a very drunk-or cracked out-lady couldn't get into her room and she was yelling at her door which wouldn't open because it wouldn't accept her credit card...Yeah, she was using her credit card as a room key. Well, after the nice Hotel man tried to tell her this she started threatening him using the same beautiful language as earlier. He called the police and left her to wonder the hall. Of course she came down to my and my friend's room and hearing/watching her through a peep hole was just too horror movie esque for my liking. Police show up and she says she is staying in my room...well, I shot that rumor down as fast I as could. To sum it up, she got into her room after tears where shed. Cops left and I had to pop and Tylenol PM to get visions of the pink coat swearing woman out of my head.
Work has been going swell. I even asked to pick up more hours from one of my internships! So no more free mondays for me. Sleeping in will be a thing of the past, but it is okay because I think I should be getting the most out of my New York experience. Another experience I got to have was celebrating a birthday via eating cupcakes at work with the headhanchos and my favorite Ellen Chenoweth. Loveliest lady ever and her assistant and secretary are equally as wonderful. To be able to work around a group of such wonderful ladies is quite the treat for this mere corn-fed Iowan. Cupcakes aside, the folks liked to comment on my new "Hurt Locker" look. Buzzed my head. It was time for a change, though i didn't think through the whole New York being breezy and my head being a cold magnet. So as butch as I am feeling (which isn't a super strong feeling) my newly acclaimed haircut doesn't warm my temples like I had hoped.
Been reading lots of great scripts, none of which I can tell you about but just trust me when I say there are some talented folks out there. Hopefully one day I will have enough motivation to write something equally as satisfying.
-Note to all: When eating please for the sake of keeping me from throwing up, eat with your mouth closed. The guy across from me likes to smack his food even when he doesn't have any bits in his mouth...Music turning on.....NOW.
Dance events are crazy here in NYC. But one thing I have found to be consistent is that feeling of feeling fat will affect even the fittest of people in the audience. Dancers just have something we normal folk don't. Hence my undying attraction to them...you're a dancer? *swoon* But, the real treat about one of these events was seeing our awesome teacher Patricia dance it up in Walter Dundervil's Candy Mountain. A artsy concoction of fruity pebbles beats and interpretative dance moves. Like a mix of theatre and movement with a hint of a acid trip. There was lots of skin too. A lot. I'll leave your imagination to wonder. ;)
Oh and ps. Flamenco dancing = like River dance but sexy.
Art exhibits down in Chelsea is kind of like taking a journey down the gutter of one's mind. First is the innocent and simple. A room with a light fixture that moves when you ride a bike. Then comes the more mature paintings and photos. Then that exploring stage which consists of work made out of metal pins or found objects. Then finally adulthood in all its graphic glory via Japanese erotic artwork. Beautiful and yet oh-so-graphic. A true awakening of the mind and energy. Seeing those woke me up and instantly made me wanna take a shower. So many fluids...*drifts off into a nightmare* Ahhhh! Highlight of Chelsea though...all the dogs! So manny puppies! So much love! PUPPY LOVE! *begins to talk like a baby* Sweet'ems, oh sweet poochies...etc and so forth. That was real dialogue spoken by me every time a pug walked by. True story.
My lovely Aunt flew in from London Saturday, and i got to spend some quality time with her. If you were wondering where my love for all things cinema came from, she would be the culprit. Also she is the reason I landed the internships I did, so gotta give shot out her for that. She took me around the wonderful shopping areas of Soho and 5th Avenue. My style may not be New York chic-aka if I am a man means dark dark dark! Dark skinny jeans tucked into or around fancy boots. True, most look good in this attire, but I though being an individual was a big draw about NYC. I will stick to my colored shoes thank you very much. Sorry, back on track now. Shopping and many chats later she flew off to NOLA for some movie mumbojumbo.
Sidenote: Girl just dropped 40 dollars. So i picked it up and handed it to her...barely got an audible "thank you." It was more like a Sloth grunting. New York, where manners don't matter.
So visit upon visits, buzzed hair and additional work hours later I am off to do laundry. And possibly off to find a play I have to read for audition stuff. Can't say my life is too boring I guess. All it needs now is Scott Pilgrim visuals, a decent and diverse soundtrack and one of the following. 1.) An ass-kicking action scene with me as the winner. 2.) Choreographed dance sequence 3.) Slow motion fashion walk scene. or 4.) Insert your own scene for me. ;)
Well, folks I am off. Keep it creative!
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