One of the best compliments I get, selfishly so, is when a random woman comes up to me, pokes my blossoming tata's and asks "Are they REAL?!" Why my darling size two woman, yes, yes they are. This is what happens when you combine three things: A great bra, an even greater corset and the desire to shove lots of yummy food into my mouth giving my body a bit of extra weight resulting in THESE fine specimans. These three things combined can give you too, an amazing rack. There is always a silver lining when gaining about XX lbs has, and it um, enhanced my assets. Now that I'm on the road to weight loss, I fear the first thing to go will be the wonder twins aka my shelf of fun aka C+ and C- (cuz no one is perfect). However dear the price to pay, I'm looking forward to having a hot arse again. Oh, the trade off's. It's pretty much like Sophie's Choice. ;) I digress... We had a FABULOUS show at the Rainbow last night which, per usual, has lead to a sleepy sleepy Friday. As always, it was well worth it. I love performing with my friends, the Hells Belles, as they are a classy bunch of dames. I must say though, this swinging the creative and day job life can get a bit daunting. This is a glimpse into my week, it's a bit busy but close to it's normal craziness:
Monday: Work 9-6, sit in on a bunch of meetings that may or may not pertain to me and my workflow, type up a bunch of grids and spreadsheets to track this years pilot pick ups, what we worked on, what other post houses worked on, etc etc and so on and so forth. 7pm - Monday Night Power Group, the reason why Monday's no longer suck. A group of actors that get together, set goals and hold each other accountable for them, led by our fearless and fabulous agent. 10pm - Improv show at The Second City. Time to be funny after a mixed day of office job and creative chit chat. 1:30am - BED. Finally! Oh hi pillows, I missed you.
Tuesday: Work 9-6, sit in on a bunch of meetings that may or may not pertain to me and update my grids and spereadsheets. After all, it's Upfronts week! Every pilot being picked up to series is being announced and it's my job to document it. 7pm - Tuesday Night Power Group for special guest speakers: Producer and two actors deep in the thick of HORROR!! LOVE. IT. Listen to their stories, meet some new pals and send said Producer my picture, resume and link to my demo reel. 10pm - hit the gym. Gotta fit it in whenever possible. Home. Shower. 12:30am - Bed. Oh la la, an early night.
Wednesday: Work 9-6, sit in on a bunch of... you get the point. 7:30pm - Cater waiter time! Work the premiere party of 'A Special Relationship', a new made for HBO film being hosted at the Directors Guild of America. I see Dennnis Quaid running around hand in hand with his MUCH to skinny gf. I mean really honey, please eat some of this delicious Gorgonzola Bread Pudding and braised short ribs. Please. PLEASE!! YOUR LEG JUST BROKE MAKING A SHARP TURN! 1:30am - Home. Exhausted. Bed. But can't fall asleep, make some tea. 2:15am- ah, there we go.
Thursday: Work 9-6, sit in on a blabbity, blabbity, blabbity. Home. Shower. Finally shave my wookie like legs. Apply burlesque make up and hair. 10:30pm - Arrive at The Rainbow Room to host the fabulous Hells Belles Rock n' Roll Burlesque show. Hang out with my girls, have some wine, chat up the regulars and harass some adorable Finnish out of towners. 1:30am - Home. Wash off my burly girl make up and tame my hair. Can't sleep, have some tea. 3am - Sleep. Finally, sheesh!
Friday: Work 9-6, hang out with some friends.
Saturday: Taking a silk class, going to an engagement party, a 'dress like you did in high school' party.
Sunday: Hike, writing with my fantastically funny writer friends and hopefully will get to lay out by a pool or see some theatre. *ah, friends and fun time*
SOOOO a week's work is actually more like two weeks work, ha! Keeping busy is something I don't have a problem with doing, as you can tell. As the week goes on, my body expects business and sleeping becomes an issue which is Sucky McSuckerson. This is where I have to look deep into the cockel's of my being and remember WHY I moved to LA. Once I remember that feeling, that emotion, that passion and desire, the tiredness remains, however, I'm a bit more happy. No, a LOT happier. I'm where I'm supposed to be.
I finally think the stress of the last 1.5 yrs-ish is finally letting up! My eyelashes are growing back in (yeah, I started losing hair due to stress! EW.) AND with the help of my fabulous friends, power group pals and agent, and of course O Magazine (Thanks Oprah!)I'm starting to change the way I look at the creative life in me, and being in LA. For once, I truly feel that if I focus and work harder than the rest of em', which I really think I am, (see above) then SOMETHING will happen. It has to, that's just how the universe works. It's only a matter of time...
Armed with an acting binder chalk full of knowledge, a trunk full of rhinestoney costumes and a pc loaded with MS Office.... I think I'm good to tackle just about anything, day OR night job related. Juggling will be hard, but well worth it once I reach the place I see myself landing. And I WILL land there.
So today I'm feeling grateful, happy and very very sleepy. Thank the Lord for Starbucks, for I know HE created it for those of us that have weeks like these :)
From messy-rocker-burlesque hair nights to stuanch-skin-pulling-bun hair days...
Keep it shiny, fun and fabulous,