Well it is officially summer in NYC which means I am officially a sweaty mess everyday. Humidity and I do not seem to get along and I seem to be on the losing side of the battle. Not only does Seattle not get as hot as New York, but it has absolutely zero humidity. On top of that, in Seattle I didn’t have to walk around carrying a giant bag of stuff with me everywhere I went!
Summer has only just begun and I’m already melting into a puddle. Even if I’m wearing a skirt and tank top (least amount of clothing possible), I feel as if the moment I step outside I am a dripping sweaty mess! So on days when I am running to the subway, which is most days, I look as if I just did an hour of jumping jacks in a sauna. At last, I step into an air conditioned subway car only to look around and see people wearing more clothing than me and not a single drop of sweat in sight. I just don’t understand what I’m doing wrong, how do I get myself an inner-cooling device to permanently implant during the summer months? Ideas are welcome!
Friday, June 26, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
"I am 25 Going on 15"
If you are reading this … Thank you! I apologize that I have lost track of my blog writing and have taken much too long to write since my last entry. This blog idea has been formulated in my head for some time now as it correlates with the show I just closed two weekends ago, The Children’s Hour because I was playing a 12-14 year old girl (as described in the character description). I wanted to use this blog entry to talk about how its so interesting to be a 25 year old, college degree recipient, married woman and playing a young teenager. Last week, I had an audition experience that solidified for me the fact that I truly am seen on stage as 10 years younger than my actual age.
I was submitted by a casting director for a role of a 15 year old girl. The director emailed me back saying he thought I may read too old for the role but he would still like me to audition and also read for the part of the young mom! Eek! Have a rapidly aged in the past few weeks?!?! I show up for the audition with my minimal make-up to emphasize my youthfulness and the director has me read the 15 year old’s scene. I finish and he says he should learn to trust casting directors because I definitely type as advertised (as a teenager). Phew!
Being myself in the “real world” I always run into the same pattern of conversation as people find out my age. Usually someone notices my ring and/or I mention “my husband” in conversation. This is followed by the following exchange:
Stranger: You’re married?
Me: Yes.
Stranger: How long have you been married?
Me: Three years.
Stranger: How old are you?!?
Me: 25.
Stranger: (some disbelief response ending in mentioning how young I look).
Give or take a few words, this is the exact conversation I have whenever I meet someone new and the topic of marriage/age/etc. arises. It used to bother me at first but now I just think its funny and I’ve come to expect it. Of course, Mike thinks its funny to tell his friends his wife can play a fourteen year old on stage …
I hope to start writing shorter, more frequent updates to this blog so please fill out the survey on the right side to help me know how frequently people will read it. Thanks!
I was submitted by a casting director for a role of a 15 year old girl. The director emailed me back saying he thought I may read too old for the role but he would still like me to audition and also read for the part of the young mom! Eek! Have a rapidly aged in the past few weeks?!?! I show up for the audition with my minimal make-up to emphasize my youthfulness and the director has me read the 15 year old’s scene. I finish and he says he should learn to trust casting directors because I definitely type as advertised (as a teenager). Phew!
Being myself in the “real world” I always run into the same pattern of conversation as people find out my age. Usually someone notices my ring and/or I mention “my husband” in conversation. This is followed by the following exchange:
Stranger: You’re married?
Me: Yes.
Stranger: How long have you been married?
Me: Three years.
Stranger: How old are you?!?
Me: 25.
Stranger: (some disbelief response ending in mentioning how young I look).
Give or take a few words, this is the exact conversation I have whenever I meet someone new and the topic of marriage/age/etc. arises. It used to bother me at first but now I just think its funny and I’ve come to expect it. Of course, Mike thinks its funny to tell his friends his wife can play a fourteen year old on stage …
I hope to start writing shorter, more frequent updates to this blog so please fill out the survey on the right side to help me know how frequently people will read it. Thanks!
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