Hello, Hunger Pains... Well Helloooo, Hunger Pains

I'm starving... and I blame Carol Channing. I had these grand plans to get some cheap food on the way to the theatre today (my last in Gulf Shores) but en route I decided to blast some of Ms. Channing's 1994 revival of Hello, Dolly!

Somewhere between "Put On Your Sunday Clothes" and "Elegance" my mind forgot I was hungry and I went on auto-pilot to the theatre.

Now I sit here, show in progress ("A Book Report on Peter Rabbbbbbit") and I cannot leave my post to retrieve sustenance. But this got me to thinking... can a theatre nerd survive on showtunes and faded memories? Could I actually support myself by listening to the myriad of recordings that are securely tucked inside their showtune binder in the backseat of my car? Um.... NO!

A little fall of rain

It's raining... a lot. It's been raining at least some almost every day this week. Oh, AND last week. The beach is not beachy. In fact, I haven't been out to the beach once since getting to Gulf Shores for "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown." I like the beach, but I've been so wiped after the shows that I sleep late in the morning, roll out of bed, and then get the theatre opened for business the next day.

And the rain isn't helping much either. In fact, the rain is making everyone here drive EXTRA slow, EXTRA painfully slow!

Rain, rain, go away.

Come again some other day.

Little Tommy wants to play,

On the beach beside the bay.

A Road Movie... sans the "movie"

So, next week I head out for the long trek to NYC. All told, it's a 16 hour and 10 minute drive (according to the "totally reliable" Google Maps). Ren (thank God for him) is coming with to keep me company, keep me sane, share the burden... lol... THANK YOU REN! It'll be a nutty, wild trip and hopefully the world will not open up and swallow us whole like that time the interstate collapsed and I drove into a sink hole. I'll tell that story soon... no worries. If you know it already, go ahead and laugh. It's ok to laugh NOW.

So, the cats are going to stay with my mom until I secure my own place. For the time being I'll be subletting in Washington Heights... "In the heights I buy my coffee and I go..." It's a great apartment and I'll be surrounded by friends (thank God). And luckily, in case my lips ever blow up again (see my Jessica Rabbit moment to the side) there's a hospital down in the 160s that Adam can rush me to. Perfect! Ciao for now! Wish me luck!

In his triumphant NYC return...

Yep, it's true! I left NYC back in 2002 and took some time to finish my degree, develop a career, etc... and now it's time to go "back home." Six years is a long time but the city is still the same amazing place that I've always loved.

I have an apartment lined up, exciting new job, and tons of support from friends and family... both in the city and from afar... and some of whom are going to come from afar and join me soon.

I cannot wait. This is such an exciting new part of my life and career. It will be equally terrifying, thrilling, fabulous, and frenzied. Throw in a dash of my typically, clutsy disasters and you've got a recipe for a new NBC "must see TV" sitcom!

I'll miss all of my friends that I've made in Bama but fear not... I'm just a phone call/email away. And when you come to the city for a little vaca, you know where to find me!

"I might not know if we are in an adventure. So if we get into an adventure you say.....Pudding!" Well friends.... PUDDING!