Hooray!

I got cast as Samantha in Pink!

Details to follow but let's just say after that 2 and a half hour callback I'm glad I have something to show for it. The script is great, the part is so wonderfully good, I can't believe my phone message. So for today, if you happen to call me, I may answer with a squeal. And you'll know why.

Addendum.

I totally got called back for that other show. So me to call it early. Booyah. Two callbacks in a row? Something's going to go horribly wrong soon, I promise!

Oof! Or Sunday

I will begin this post by mentioning I got fired from that heinous reception job because "I wasn't a good fit for the company". Yeah, wasn't a good fit to fill in at the front desk for four days for basically minimum wage. They just didn't like me cause of my Kohl's top. Deal with it bitches. I've got a much nicer setup in a construction company in an office with not one, but TWO sassy Jamaican ladies. Thank you Jesus. I really, really love it there. Who knew accounts payable could be so much fun?!

So yesterday I may have overexerted myself. I had an all-day workshop with two fabulous casting directors and while it was a bit intimidating I ended up learning so much and really enjoyed myself. Watching others almost teaches you more about acting than actually acting. I was awkward, but I'm always awkward, so what else is new. I think the most important thing I learned was knowing your material well enough to make informed choices. I mean, I know that's a thing, but this stressed the importance. It was obvious when people didn't know where they were or what the context was. And even if that info wasn't available, they didn't create a reality for themselves. Others, on the flip side, from the first word drew a whole environment with their body language and tone and expression. It was really fun to watch that--I definitely stole some things.

Then I mosied down to the Financial District, limping from a blister and unable to put a band-aid on my sweaty foot, for my next endeavor: a Shakespeare company. I always go out for Shakespeare things just to keep it fresh. Not that it gets old, but I just like saying those fancy shmancy words. Like "timorous".

Then the scariest thunderstorm ever happened. I got drenched since somebody (Jason) forgot to bring an umbrella to his lunch date with me. Like completely soaked in a hilarious way. Luckily I had time to duck into a bathroom and make myself not look like a swamp monster for the next audition, for a play I found to be seriously funny and awesome. But a day has gone by without a callback, so alas. It started out so well too--they were very excited to see my Big Love credit. Nobody seems to know what that was. It was in the New York Times people! Headphone jacks! Newspapers are dying :(

THEN off to visit my one blog follower and her merry roommates. Poor Lisha, working made her sick. Get better! Comment on my blog so I feel like I have friends and then people will see "oh look a comment she's not just rattling on to herself like a crazy person".

So, by 10:30 pm, a full 13 1/2 hours after I left, I plopped on my bed and gave Baxter a squeeze, which he returned by immediately running away from me.

Today was uneventful except I prepared for my Columbine callback tomorrow (!!!!) and had a Julia moment: I was fumbling with my phone on the street, and this very trendy girl walks by and says, "I really like that bag!" I smile, look up and say, "thanks", as I notice I am standing in front of a bag store. D'oh.

San Diego and the Swing of Things

As many actors are wont to do, I am writing this blog from the not-so-friendly confines of an office building. This office is for fashion accessories, which means I get to have a "Devil Wears Prada" style visual beatdown with every girl who dresses better than I do. Sigh. I have the only Kohl's top in sight. Also some guy's beagle is here barking his little puppy ass off. Who brings a puppy to work? Where's Bruno when you need to satire someone?

But enough. I'm making almost 10 dollars an hour and sitting in an air conditioned room (albeit with bad, bad music playing I can only classify as Techno-Lite). Be thankful, damnit.

So I was home for 16 glorious days. No grime, no licentious construction workers, no place to be....but also no looking-up-at-buildings moments or subway rides or auditions. So it was bittersweet. In brief, I spent 3 magical days in Disneyland with family and friends, and was transported to my four year old self and loved every second of it. Ate a giant ice cream cone walking down Main Street. Cried when Mickey won back the control of his imagination in Fantasmic!!! Wondered if I should give New York up to play Belle (eh, I'm too short anyway). I also went to the beach, tanned by my pool, watched endless hours of TV (research, I told my parents), and even got to see COLDPLAY with my sister! I had never been to a "spectacle" style concert before--wow is all I can say. It was theatrical to say the least. My crush on Chris Martin only intensified.

I was also present for my grandma's 80th birthday, which was a swanky deluxe deal with an open bar (score!) And my family is the ULTIMATE Charger family so it was Fate that the Chargers starting center, Nick Hardwick, was at the same restaurant! We convinced him to talk to Nane and it was so sweet/weird to see a crazy huge tatooed football player gingerly kissing my grandma on the cheek. We toasted to the team, my dad had an awkward photo op, we moved on.

This Techno Lite is seriously destroying my brain cells.

But my trip home was most positive because it put my New York life into perspective. San Diego seems less and less like home but more like a pleasant place that will always be there, a paradise that is familiar but slightly removed from childhood memories. I never sit in the city and wonder why I'm here, but I often lay on my bed in San Diego and wonder why I left. Silly me.

And I found myself justifying it to my parent's ever-weakening pleas to keep me in California. You can stay in Los Angeles. You can rise to the top of the San Diego theatre scene. But I never wanted that. And the more time I spend in New York, and even the more rejections I collect, I am more convinced that I made the correct choice.

This Sunday I workshop with 2 CDs and the week after workshop with Law and Order CDs. In the meantime, I perhaps wrongly spent a lot of my vacation scheduling around auditions for the next week. I couldn't stay away. There's one tonight and tomorrow, 2 on Saturday, 1 Sunday after the workshop, and I'm sure I've forgot others. It's scary and daunting to not have a buffer period where I'm, I don't know, NOT DOING ANYTHING, but my poor ass needs to work, as does my poor soul.

Not to mention the foot cream infomercial I'm supposedly interviewing for. Is that acting? Does having funky feet qualify as resume experience? Tune in later to find out.

Well if you've read this far congratulations. If you've read any of this at all, well done. I've been away a while and needed to get all caught up.

Final thought: WTF Padres? Win some games please. Sincerely, San Diego.

I have a few updates.

First off, and I am the last person to get on this, but Michael Jackson was amazing and I'm still speechless that he's gone. My first memory of him is watching the "Thriller" video around age 5 and being too scared to move. And also, being strangely awed by the zombie dancers. It will now officially be my wedding dance (should I ever tie the knot) (hint hint Jason!)

Okay so I guess I'll break this down by shoot, since I've done THREE in two days. Oy!

Sunday I played an office worker in "Happythankyoumoreplease", a from-what-I-could-glean-off-the-two-scenes-I-saw delightful movie involving the most adorable little boy EVER TO EXIST. We were kinda buddies and chatted about Teddy Grahams....I hope he gets famous. Although it was a long shoot, we were fed very well (FREE SHAKE SHACK OMGGGG) and were treated so nicely by the production people. Seriously, they were all equally awesome. Especially Pooch, one of the ADs. Pooch is the man. And me and the other 4 extras had our own special adventures since we were basically left to entertain ourselves all day. Good times. And hopefully, as long as the sequence isn't cut, I'll be in a movie! Look for a lame girl filing papers and typing on the computer as the little boy roams around the office. Or just go see the movie with me, I'll squeal at the appropriate time.

Then Monday I went to a shoot for a movie called Bitter Feast which was admittedly not as awesome (which you can't fault them for, it's just that I didn't have a brief run-in with Richard Jenkins like I had on Sunday). They also paid me, which, I mean, money, cash money!!! I'm poor. THE James LeGros was the lead in that and heartily entertained us while we pretending to be watching a cooking show.

Then, oh then....I headed to the shoot for the pilot of "Bartender Wars", premiering in a few months on the Fine Living Network (WTF). I was there from 2-11:30, and was constantly drinking and eating free food. Actor's paradise? Perhaps. For fear of ruining the fun, just watch that episode. Me, Sarah G, and K Hoff are basically the stars. We were front and center of the bar the whole shoot! And I got into a "confrontation" (not completely staged in any way at all). Besides the warring bartenders of course...all of whom were great sports and fun/interesting people, as you would expect NYC bartenders to be. AND 2 of my extra buddies from Sunday were at this shoot too! Getting drunk for the sake of sacred, sacred reality tv. Oh and Egypt (the host) LOVED Sarah. It was hilarious. And whaddya know, I actually remember it and didn't have nary a headache the next day (a big deal for me, 2 Beer Giolzetti)

Yesterday I stopped by the Apollo to take in the madness. It was surreal, "Beat It" was blasting from the heavens it seemed, and I was shoved and given "why is this white person here" looks...but it didn't matter. I walked by it, looked up at that iconic sign, and waved goodbye to one of my idols. RIP everyone.....even poor Billy Mays.

My next blog will hopefully be from sweet home San Diego, where I am going to recharge and de-stress--much needed after a string of very painful rejections. Speaking of rejection, my last audition before vacation is tomorrow!!! Woohoo. No I really am excited, just...tired. Obviously. Look at my last few days--sheesh!

OH! And check out the episode I shot for Z Rock this Sunday at 11pm on the IFC!!! I'm the blur of a person walking by.