One WILD Bachelorette Party

This past weekend we threw Becky her Bachelorette Party. She preferred to have a low-key weekend with the girls out at a lake house. That's my ideal bachelorette party as well.

I didn't arrive into Dallas until 8pm. Wendy, Dow, Beckles and I quickly went to the store to pick up all the food for the weekend (if you know me, you know how this freightened me). Then we stopped by Chick-fil-a to pay homage. Waffle Fries...gurgle gurgle gurgle. After a two hour drive to Possum Kingdom Lake, TX. we were pretty exhausted and not quite in our right minds.

Most bachelorette weekends end with a hangover. This one began with some of the most incredible dancing known to man. Please watch closely as I bust out moves from the 8th grade. Becky closes the sequence with what we've coined as the "donkey kick." She is such a show off!

TourCo Audition

A friend called last Thursday to tell me that Second City was having auditions for women for their Tour Company on Monday. Knowing that I was less experienced than the typical auditioner I went ahead and scheduled an appointment. Thankfully I printed up my ugly headshot so I could at least have something to give them. I even worked on my meager resume'. I definitely need to spruce that up a bit. It was looking a bit more bare than it should. I know I've done many more gigs than my resume' tells.

It's an understatement to say that I was nervous for this audition. I didn't tell too many people. But I did let people know how to pray for me. I always feel better going into an audition, show, etc. after a good round of prayer. Calms me a bit. I prayed that I would feel freedom, have confidence and that they would see a little something in me.

My audition was at 11:40 a.m. I even showered for it. I wore dark pants and a bright shirt to make sure I'd stick out. No it wasn't obnoxiously bright. Subtle and inspiring...like me! The audition wasn't anything unusual. My nerves calmed a bit after my teacher, Tim, told us girls the night before that the audition was really more of a formality and that they "had" to hold one for girls. SUCKS! But oh well, good experience. I felt good about my short scenes. But I'm more of a long-form girl. They called two names randomly and gave us a location to start a scene. Mine was at a nail salon. Easy: I like manicures and pedicures. The other girl initiated and took the role of a manicurest. So I became a woman who was getting married after meeting someone on an internet dating service. Basically I was proud to be getting married and wanted everyone to know it! IT WAS MY TURN, DAMMIT!

To my surprise they also asked me to do another scene with a girl who I respected and had seen perform multiple times. I was so out of my league. They put us in a "newsroom." At first she started the scene very focused on the task. When I tried to initiate relationship and revelation she just ignored me. A HUGE IMPROV NO NO! So I just went with my character and kept trying to get her attention so we could talk and I could tell her why I felt ignored.

Afterwards I felt really good about my part in the scene. One girl mentioned that she was jealous that I got called up again when no one else did. I said, "Nothing means nothing!" I have no idea what that means. Basically it means that I can't read into anything! I felt awesome about my audition and like all my prayers had been answered. I knew my chances of being called back were slim, but God can work miracles. Anne Libera, my level 4 instructor, said good job to me later that day. She also said that I made a great choice with the girl who wouldn't talk to me in my scene. She said, "seriously Katy, that was a GREAT choice." I felt so good after that.

No I didn't get called back, but rumor has it that they weren't really looking anyway. I would be lying if I said that I wasn't disappointed. I am disappointed because I like succeeding in all I do. But I have to take everything one step at a time. I'm just beginning to get impatient. Hopefully something will open up soon! The audition just made me realize how much I love performing.

Coldplay

WHA?!!!!!!!!!!??!!!!!!!!!!!!???!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Coldplay is breaking up? WHYEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?????? (knees hit the floor. fist. fist. fist. and hair pulling). Buh, wuh? I have hope that they will get back together once Apple hits school age.

Snowboard Cross

I have a new favorite Olympic sport. I could hardly peel my eyes away from the television last night. Did anyone watch the Snowboard Cross? Was that not amazing?!!!! It reminds me of a Nintendo 64 game I used to play with my little brother back in the day. I remember he was snowboard racing my mom and I and because he was beating my mom she says, "You, you, you...." And Andrew responds, "BASTARD!" I could hardly stop from crying laughing. He was only seven years old at the time. Where did he learn that word?!

There are a few funny stories about Andrew and his language. He used to be really into popsicles when he was about four. My mom decided to get him a new treat, Push Ups. When she showed him the Push UP he spoke chipperly, "What in the hell is this?" Patiently mom responded, "Andrew, we don't say that. We say, 'What in the WORLD is this!'" Smartly he says, "What in the world hell is this?!" One of my favorites was when he was four, yet again. Patrick and I had friends from college in town. Andrew's new favorite movie at the time was Top Gun. He was showing off in front of our friends by quoting lines from the movie. All of a sudden we hear, "Shit! It's Viper!" He made a really great impression on our friends. They still remind me of that time.

I digress... I think I would like to compete in the Snowboard Cross. If I could compete in any Winter Olympic sports they would be: Figure Skating, Downhill, Moguls and now Snowboard Cross. Did anyone see the gold medal winner, Seth Wescott? Hello! New crush! He likes the outdoors, I like the outdoors. He likes to snowboard, I like to snowboard. He likes to get caught in avalanches, I like to watch t.v. specials about avalanches.

I nearly cried while watching another event last night - Figure Skating. Here's a little trivia about my past: I was a figure skater. Yes I was only eight years old but it still counts. I even won a second place ribbon in a competition. Granted I think there were only two of us competing in my age group, but it's still a special moment. Anywho. I watched the Olympics new comeback kid last night, Evan Lysacek (who happens to be from Naperville, IL). He skated the most powerful and beautiful program of anyone that night. Yeah, the Russian Gold Medalist with a mullet, Plushenko could jump better than anyone but his program was missing heart, artistry and emotion. But then again, he and his family made serious sacrifices to get him where he is today. I'm always a sucker for those stories. Good for him.

Celebrity Meeting!

Yesterday morning delivered a great surprise! I had to attend an early morning awards breakfast at a local company. I didn't think much of it until I watched a video of their surprise M.C. for the event. I hear words about Second City, SCTV, Ghostbusters, etc. Then suddenly I see Harold Ramis' face pop up on the screen! Harold Ramis! Harold Ramis, you ask? How could you not know this talented face and even more talented writer and director?!!!

My boss insisted that I meet him. I was overcome with nervousness and mumbled something like, "nah, I couldn't do that. I'd die!" Many people love meeting celebrities. I usually run the other way. I mean, what do I say? Why should they care? Before I knew it, they grabbed my arm and pulled me over to meet Mr. Ramis. One of the women knew him so it wasn't a big deal for her to introduce me. I'm sure my face was flaming hot. She mentioned to him that I attended Second City. Here is the transcript from our conversation:

Scene: Large elite Club
Atmosphere: Bustling
Character trait: distracted, nervous and overwhelmed as the camera bulbs flashed...acting like a 12 year old girl who has a crush on the boy she's talking to.

"Harold, this is Katy and she's at Second City. I wanted you to meet her."

"Oh, you're at Second City."

"umm, yes. I am finishing the conservatory program"

"You're an actress?"

"Yes!"

"That's great! How long have you been there?"

"Two years or so."

"Did you study this in college?"

**distracted by fans and flash bulbs

"Umm, honestly, no. It's just something I've always wanted to do and figured why not now, just give it a shot."

"That's exactly what I did."

"Really? That's so good to know!"

**witty banter, witty banter, blah blah blah, you're awesome, blah blah

That's really all I remember. But I will post a picture as soon as someone sends it to me. I'm sure I'll be mid-sentence with my mouth making a weird shape. Plus my face will be red. But seriously, how cool is that?!!!! I never meet celebrities. Sure I'm usually running the other way or sneaking photos of them while they're on the beach with their families, but wow! Harold is a legend! I'm sure he's calling up agencies trying to locate the random girl actress he met at an event. I bet he's already written a part for me! If I were more strategic, I'd have put a headshot in his hand. But I wasn't thinking clearly at the moment.

Aloha and Mahalo

So I am wearing the sign of a vacation to the beach: peeling scalp. Some people might confuse that with dandruff but I know the truth...I got sunburned! And it was great!

The Parentals and I took off to Honolulu with Wendy to spend a few days on the beach. Much to my surprise it was Pro-Bowl weekend and our hotel was the hub of ESPN. There were famous football players EVERYWHERE. But most of it was lost on me. I only know the players from back in my highschool days (aka. "When the Cowboys were good"). Did you know that when there are famous, rich football players around the number of fake boobs escalates? Neither did I. But now I know. As wonderful as Hawaii was, it also felt a bit like MTV spring break at our hotel pool. Therefore Wendy and I stuck to the beach. Some of you watching ESPN might have seen us laying out in the background. Why they didn't just broadcast that is beyond me.

The first day we only spent a few hours at the beach. We didn't want to fry like bacon when we had a few more days to do that. We decided to accompany my mom to the spa. I love the spa. It makes me feel so girly. I used to feel guilty about going until I heard the prices of green fees at golf courses. I don't feel guilty any longer. Men have their drug, we have ours. There's just something about walking around in a huge robe in public. They had us taking elevators in our robes and walking down long hallways. I didn't care. I was about to get a massage! I'm not exactly a modest person. Years of kamp took away any modesty I ever owned. Therefore if one of us has to have a man give us a massage my mother always volunteers moi. I just find that funny. I don't care and I'm sure Jude didn't either. He looked a lot like Apolo Anton Ohno (you Olympic lovers). It was fabulous and I'm still relaxed.

Just like watching Aspen Extreme before a good ski trip, a trip to Hawaii makes me want to watch Blue Crush. Both are riveting movies that have changed the face of Hollywood..er...so maybe not. But they are so fun to watch! We took our Blue Crush tour of O'ahu on Thursday. We drove up to the North Shore so we could watch the surfers tempt death with those insanely huge waves. I felt like a complete tourist with my Kate Spade bag and gaucho pants. If I were in Blue Crush I would have been kicked off the beach. I couldn't compare to the Hawaiian kids with the Hawaiian Islands tatooed on their backs. One even had the word "North" tatooed on one arm and "Shore" tatooed on the other. If I really wanted to fit in I would have done the same.

Friday I desperately tried to soak up the sun. I knew I was leaving in 36 hours and had to cram in a weeks worth of sunbathing in only a few hours. Armed with good books, Wendy and I seriously laid there from 9am to 5pm. I didn't even get up to go to the bathroom. I did however make it to the ocean to float in the salty waters. The water looks inviting but it was a bit chilly. I've become a wimp in my old age. So I sucked it up and dove right in (the second time). I warmed myself up with my new favorite drink, the Chi Chi...basically a Pina Colada. I was in heaven! I didn't think things could get any better...but they did! Would you believe it? Steve Young walked right past me and parked he and his family next to Wendy and I on the beach! Wendy was like, "Who is Steve Young?" Ummmm, I only had a crush on him for, like, a couple of years in highschool because he was, like, the best football quarterback (next to Troy Aikman) for the 49ers. And didn't I just see him anchoring the Superbowl? I do believe so! I even got to see him kindly discipline his son. I approve.

I think I felt a tear roll down my cheek there on the beach. I wasn't quite ready to go home. I still needed more of a tan!

11 hours later I arrived safely at home. Is it wrong to want to hit a baby when it cries for 11 hours straight? Hear me out! I didn't hit the baby. I would never do something like that...it's wrong! But I did consider hitting the parents. I need to pray.

My parents are still in Hawaii living the life. They are so kind and generous to ask me to come along with them. Now all I have is my memories and the healing "North" "Shore" tatooes on my arms.

So I'm Not a Dork

I received this comment from my good friend John who is always looking out for me:

"Always know what you're really saying. You are probably not a dork... http://en.wiktionary.org/wiki/DorkORhttp://dictionary.reference.com/search?q=dork
Look at "vulgar slang." I would never call you a dork. A hottie, maybe... dork, never!"

Apparently one of the definitions for dork is "penis." I am definitely not one of those.

Thanks John for setting me straight.

I'm a Dork!

I know not many of you are surprised by that statement. But it was just confirmed. It's official.

So my mom sent an email asking me about my trainer, Shelby, that I've had for the past 5 months. (Trainer Brad moved on). So I responded to her email by telling her a story about how James had slapped my butt in a scene in Monday nights show and later told me that it hurt his hand. I said, "You know it hurt your hand! I do more lunges and squats than you could ever dream!" Blah Blah Blah. So after emailing this story, I hit send. I didn't realize until a few moments later that I had actually responded with this story to an email sent to me by a volunteer at our organization....who I hardly know!

I should just go home today. Sigh.

Live Band Karaoke!

Friday night was a first for me. In honor of Jason's 26th birthday, we went to Pontiac Cafe for their weekly Live Band Karaoke. It was probably one of the more fun nights I've had in Chicago. First of all, the group that went couldn't be more fun. We've all made fools of ourselves many many times infront of eachother so singing was just another opportunity.

As soon as we walked through the door, a menu of songs was thrown in our faces. After 30 minutes of perusing the song titles and debating between Cheap Tricks "Want You to Want Me" and Cyndi Lauper's "Time After Time, " I went with the song whose video has been ingrained in my memory since childhood. Remember when Cyndi Lauper and the tall, dark and not so handsome/skinny guy said goodbye to eachother next to a train? Wait, let me wipe the tears from my eyes. That's better. Not only was it Cyndi's first #1 hit, it was my first #1 hit. Brilliant how our histories are now woven together. Wow.

The music was so loud that my ears are still ringing two days later. I walked up to a tall guy who thought he was hotter than he really was. But he made for interesting and witty banter. I gave him my name; which he wrote down as K8y. That's now my stage name. As I told him the song of my choice he looked at me for a moment and then put his hand over his heart while he sighed. He was feeling it too.

We enjoyed listening to some quality singers and some not so quality singers (most of whom were drunk and didn't care what they sounded like). I kept waiting for them to call Jason's name so I would know that I was next. Shocker of all shocks, they called my name first. I wasn't even paying attention but somehow, like in a dream, I heard someone repeating my name. With a gasp and in confusion, I threw my purse on the beer layered floor, tossed my camera to someone and jumped on stage. I think I said something like, "this is my first time and I think I'm going to be sick." But seriously, after one semester of musical theater in college and two and a half years of improv, I was set. The band was so loud that I was trying to scream into the microphone so I could be heard. I couldn't even hear myself. Mostly with my eyes glued to the white paper in my hands I sang my heart out. The sweet guitar player to my left notified me when I should start singing or leave a bit of time for the musical interludes. I owe him. He made me who I am today. There was one stranger in the front row who was so kind to just stare at me intensely and sing every word right along with me. I had no idea I had that kind of mesmerizing power. Now that I know about this power of mine, I need to use it for good, not evil...like seducing strange men to wash my car, fix my closet and cook me healthy meals.

If you look at the picture, you'll notice how red my face looks. It's our family trait: Blazing skin when embarassed or the center of attention. I think it finally tamed itself after a good hour.

WHAT A RUSH AND AWESOME FEELING! I highly recommend it to anyone. The hit performance of the night was Jason. He sang one of my favorites, A-Ha's "Take on Me." Seriously, who didn't cry the first time they saw that video?!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY JASON!

Must See

Last night I saw a powerful play at the Victory Gardens Theater. Kristin invited me to see a preview for Young Lady from Rwanda written by Sonja Linden. The play was funny, sad and focused on the relationship between a survivor and a struggling writer. The play was poignant and did not need any more words to make it more impactful. A standing ovation at the end of the play showed its great force. I would recommend this to anyone. I hope you have the opportunity to go see it.

Outburst

I just yelled at my boss. Seriously, I did. I'm not making this up. We were all seated around the conference table post lunch just chatting about upcoming weddings, etc. We had Rockit catered in for one of the girls' last day in the office. There was a huge tray of grapes, strawberries and the most delicious cookies. As we're debating about my future marriage or not marriage, I saw my boss packing up the cookies. Our end of the table did not see the tray of goodies. As I see my boss using tongs to put the cookies in little plastic baggies I yell, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!??" Seriously, I don't get mad about much, but don't mess with my dessert!

Fraud

I believe that God provides for me, cares for me, watches over me and reveals things to me. This was never more apparent (well...maybe this is just another strong example) than on Monday. Abby called to see if Adobo overcharged me for my bill on Friday. She noticed that they had charged her $30 instead of what she had specified. I didn't want to be sucked into this scam so I checked my online banking. Not only did I notice that weird charge but there were others as well. I'm sure these had nothing to do with Adobo. But there were four charges of $6.20 each. Then there were ANOTHER four for $206.71 each. All made on the same day! I'm a little ticked that my bank didn't find that unusual and feel alerted to call me. I seriously see it as God protecting me! I immediately ran over to my bank and got it taken care of in person. They cancelled my card and refunded me the $$ that was used fraudulently. Whew! All that in 30 minutes! Maybe it is time that I invested in a paper shredder. Wendy, you warned me years ago about identity theft. I don't think this went that far but I would feel so lost on what to do if that happened.

We still don't know who did this or how it happened. All I'm saying is BE CAREFUL out there. It's a world filled with people who are greedy and have too much time on their hands!

I can't leave it at that. There are wonderful people like Abby who helped me out :-)

Today's Tidbit

I missed watching this Saturday Night Live. I always miss the good ones. I watch it about twice a year and it always ends up being the same episode. But in case you missed this one, here's a peek at a hilarious sketch:

It's the Chronic...What...cles of Narnia

Mishaps

All yesterday I kept thinking that I couldn't wait to get home and clean out my closet. I think the Oreck has really done something to me. Suddenly I want to clean EVERYTHING! I went to Happy Hour with the girls and drank two of Adobos famous Margaritas. That was one too many. Jessie and I took a taxi home because it began sleeting and neither of us remembered an umbrella. We set to work immediately!

I don't like to let go of things; especially clothes. I feel guilty for saying goodbye to them; like I didn't appreciate them anymore. And I also wonder, "what if" or "just in case." The good thing is that I found some lost articles of clothing just by removing boxes from the bottom of my closet. I used the smaller Oreck and attachments to suck up all the dust bunnies that have been growing for the past two years. I even have a vision of moving my shoes to the bottom of my closet so I can use the top for sweaters. I have my sweaters in boxes under my bed an I'm too lazy to look for them or put them away. I think I'll get more use out of my snuggly sweaters this way.

Just as I'm feeling awesome about myself I heard a snap. Wouldn't you know it!!!?? My closet bar snapped in half and my clothes fell on top of me and a hanger scratched my chest. I'm not angry or frustrated. I just shouted a small little expletive. More out of shock than anger. I quickly called Jessie over and said cheerily, "Hey, look what I did to my closet!" What is a girl to do?!!! Looks like I should have given away more clothes than I originally did. I'm a clothes whore! I know it, you know, we all know it! No surprise there. What is God trying to tell me?

The evening ended two hours later and I was finally tired of cleaning. I peaked out the window and thought, "hey, when did it snow?" Two inches were on the ground at that point. So I decided to go to bed early because I had to wake up early to go get my haircut (for the first time in five months). I jumped out of bed and got ready to go. I opened up the door and the sunrays warmed my face and I breathed in the cool air. I was a happy girl...for a moment. I didn't even look down as I stepped out the door onto the ground. Next thing I knew I was on my butt with my feet in the air. Unfortunately for my thumbnail, it broke the fall between my cheeks and the cement step. I let out another expletive. I quickly jumped up and looked around to make sure no one saw me. How come things like that are funny when you're with someone else and just humiliating when you're alone? You can't laugh and joke about it that way!

The final mishap (and lets hope that that's it for the day) was walking to the hair salon. The sun was causing the snow to melt from rooftops and awnings. Just as I walked by an awning, snow flew from the roof, bounced off the awning and hit my head. Nice. A good start to a good day.

I do like my hair. Its back to its original dark color and has a few highlights here and there. It looks much healthier and I am much happier! The Charles Ifergan salon was really great and everyone was definitely trendy. Once again I felt like a schlepp compared to most of them. But they're professionals. We're supposed to aspire to be them. The place was buzzing and beautiful (albeit a little plastic) women were talking on their cellphones and speaking with their stylists like they'd known them for years. I was waiting for someone to bust out the bend and snap. It just had that feel.

Tonight I'm going to a fundraiser for work. I wasn't planning on going but my boss asked me to attend. Apparently these people really want our office to be represented. That's fine with me because I do like the hosts and I get in free. My friend, Fernando, is going with me. This way I'll know someone and won't be standing by the appetizers all night holding my phone and trying to look important.

Last Night

By the way, I Oreck'd last night and it was awesome. I have never seen such clean baseboards. I feel like a whole new person.

Paste-y White Thighs...

I feel like a train just hit me. I just realized that I have to go swimsuit shopping. In February. After months of darkness. The brightest light I've seen in the past few months is the glow from thighs. Long gone are the days of the "Green Monster" and my skinny-assed self. Its true, when you don't eat, your metabolism rebels. And here I am paying the price for three weeks of zero appetite. Why won't you come back to me?

In two and a half weeks I will be taking a trip to Honolulu with the parentals and my friend, Wendy. I'm ready to soak up the sun, breath in the clean air, smell the salt of the earth, read a good book, see daylight and eat fresh pineapple. I can almost feel it, smell it, see it, hear it and taste it! Hey, that's all five senses. Took me a second to remember one of them. I'm not going to tell you which one. What I've already told you is embarassing enough already. I promise you that I made a 4.0 every semester of college but two. Those were in Italian III and Figure Drawing, so get off my back!

I have forgotten about the bathing suit part. Chicago living requires less need of a swim suit than Dallas living. In Dallas I would layout by the pool or go to a lakehouse with frequency. I'll have to make more use of the Chicago beach this summer now that I won't have Sunday Second City class. But seriously y'all! I'm not ready to try on a bikini while peering at myself under flourescent lights that accent every flaw of my skin. I'm not! I'M NOT! But I do want to give a shout out to American Laser Centers. Bless you.

I'm sure I'll blog about my trip to some department store desperately trying to find a suit that makes me look tan, 20 lbs. thinner and acne free.

Headshots

So I had headshots taken a little over a year ago. I hate them. I really do. Since when do I have a big nose? Everytime I look at the pictures I want to go run 14 miles. Its not that each individual picture is so horrific, its the sum of the whole thing that creates a heated frustration within my soul! I desperately want to have them retaken; especially now that my hair is longer. Teenage acne is still present.

But I need to have SOMETHING that I can send out. Something is better than nothing, right? Or would I be sabotaging myself by sending in a very unfortunate picture. Maybe it would help me. Some dynamic casting agent will be surprised by my beauty in real life! Or maybe my chances of being chosen will be slim because of a photo that does nothing for me.

Seriously! I am a photogenic person! How could the one time that I need photos to really work for me, THEY DON'T?!!!!! Anyone out there know of someone fabulous to take my headshot? Anyone? Bueller? I'll do it. Just give me a little bit of time to make this huge horrific pimple to leave my face. Anyone know of a dermatologist? Anyone? Bueller?

Now that I've been through the process once I know a little more. Have someone do my make up. Have my hair done before the shoot. Wear clothes that are ironed (like I wouldn't). SMILE, SMILE, SMILE! I look weird when I don't smile in my pictures. Note to self....

How am I ever to be discovered?!!!! You know what? I bet my pictures would turn out better if I didn't wear makeup, put my hair in a pony tail and wore a velour sweatsuit. Its when I try that I don't succeed. Hey, a new philosophy! I'm sure if I sit here that all good things will come to me!

So I'm debating on getting my pictures made into 8x10's just to have something. I don't know if I can bring myself to do it. Maybe I'll just get 50 made and call it a day. Hopefully I won't be calling it a career.

What I'm Listening to Today

Actually this is my December 2005 mix. I like to date my mixes. Or maybe I should use the more up to date terminology that my little brother will understand: playlist.

1. Wonderwall: Ryan Adams
2. The Blower's Daughter: Damien Rice
3. Ring of Fire: Johnny Cash
4. Solsbury Hill: Peter Gabriel
5. Perfect World: Indigo Girls
6. Advent: Jackopierce
7. Still Crazy After All These Years: Paul Simon
8. Transatlanticism: Death Cab for Cutie
9. You're Beautiful: James Blunt
10. Trouble: Ray LaMontagne (love his voice!)
11. Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes: Paul Simon
12. Landed: Ben Folds
13. Me & Julio Down by the School Yard: Paul Simon (I must have a thing for him)

Kid Speak

My brother and I were IM'ing earlier today. I didn't understand half of what he was saying. Kids these days are learning a whole new language. My concern is that they won't be able to speak or write correctly in the future. But please notice his response to how he's doing. "Quite good." What 9th grader answers like that? It gives me hope for him.

Katy: hey drewbs
Andrew: Wuzza
Katy: lol
Katy: wuzza wi u
Andrew: Wut is moms na,e?
Andrew: Name*
Andrew: Just got done w/ skool
Andrew: But wuh is moms messenger bame?
Andrew: Name*
Andrew: And erins
Katy: i think its _______
Katy: erin's is....
Andrew: Ok
Andrew: Witabout lorac for mom?
Katy: what is lorac
Andrew: Her name back
Katy: oh funny.
Andrew: How wuz your show
Andrew: ??
Katy: it was fine. you can read about it on my blog.
Katy: we only got 9 minutes on stage instead of 15.
Andrew: Ok
Katy: i was ticked!
Andrew: Ouch
Katy: yeah, but i'm over it.
Andrew: That sta inks
Andrew: Haha, kool
Katy: i had to come to work to get some rest. this weekend exhausted me.
Katy: how are you.
Andrew: Quite good
Katy: did you have a good weekend?
Andrew: Duhhh
Andrew: H/o I gotta feed tha pupps
Katy: i'm learning so much from your IM lingo.
Andrew: Haha
Andrew: Ok
Andrew: Brb?
Katy: i'm here. oh you brb? (Note my confusion)
Katy: be right back. got that one
Andrew: Lol?
Katy: oh try me.
Katy: laugh out loud
Andrew: Hah
Andrew: Nice
Katy: lylas?
Andrew: I hav no idea
Katy: hahaha. Love ya like a sis. that's back from my day.
Katy: you know, back when we wrote letters
Katy: that's with paper and a pen
Andrew: Hahahaha
Andrew: A pen?
Andrew: Wuts that?
Andrew: Haha
Andrew: Jk
Katy: you better be
Andrew: Do u kno jk
Andrew: Oh good
Andrew: Lol
Katy: i define jk. i made it up
Andrew: Hmmm
Andrew: Bbfn?
Katy: bye bye for now.
Katy: took me a second.
Andrew: Bbl?
Andrew: Hah
Katy: babealicious?
Andrew: Nope
Andrew: Be back lata
Katy: oh, fooled again.
Andrew: Haha
Andrew: Wutabout gtg?
Katy: got to go. good to go. green tight girdle?
Andrew: Got to go, nice job
Andrew: Well I gtg
Andrew: So ttyl sis

9 Minutes of Fame

Last nights improv set was more like a few minutes of play time on the stage. We found out that we were going first and that Tim was having a root canal and wouldn't be there to do the lights. Anne was running late and ended up not making it in time. I think she was mad that we went ahead and performed but we had no choice. They wouldn't let us wait a couple of minutes.

The show was fine. I think most of us were disappointed with our performances. Jeremy and James had the best scene of the night. The hilarious song is what made it funny. When the song ended, the lights were pulled. The class after us said that the set seemed really short. I thought it did too. Then I looked at my watch and we had been on stage for all of 9 minutes. I was ticked. I'll admit it. My first thought was, "I took a shower for a 9 minute show!" The other classes got their full 15 minutes. I don't know why they pulled the lights early. It ended on a high note but we had 6 minutes to try to pull off another great scene. I will have words in class on Sunday! I'm not sure what kind of words considering I'm not exactly the most confrontational person.

We did stick around to watch the Level 5 shows. They were amazing. I turned to Jason and James and said, "We have so much work to do!" It scared us a little but more than that I think we were inspired. I got really excited to do the show and to work on it. Where and when else will I have the opportunity to write a show with a talented cast, put it up on a Second City stage, have people run lights for us and have a director all at my finger tips? I think we need to make the most of this opportunity. John's class is already rehearsing outside of class. I have a feeling that we will need to do that soon.

I wrote a song for the show. It may or may not make it. The last line of the chorus is "When I walk into Victoria's Secret it makes me want to kill myself." It's a humerous song.