Sylvia's Lounge is my spot for Karaoke. People sing anything from the oldies, to musicals, to commercials. There are plenty of good performances, but I think I love the bad ones the best. Other wise I might as well go see a professional concert.
It was a Thursday night and I thought I was dress to a Tee. I got off the subway and ran a cross the street to Sylvia's Lounge only to notice that my right foot wasn't feeling the same as my left foot. I had on a pair of light tan boots that zipped and laced up mid calf. They were really cute and I had only worn them about three times. Sadly as I ran across the streets the right heel broke. It didn't brake completely off though. I don't know if you'll understand this, but the heel broke forward. It was bent toward the shoe instead of away from it. I had to run on my tip toes to keep from falling backwards. LMAO now, but I wasn't laughing then. I wanted to act like the Mentos commercial and just brake the other heel, but that wasn't happening. Thank God Marshall's was literally across the street. After trying on a few pairs of shoes, I purchased a pair of slamming, black, 4inch, soft leather Guess brand heels, and kept it moving.
All in all I had a good night. Although my train ride would be a little uncomfortable. As I was stepping into a crowded subway car the man who was in front of me has on a backpack. The elastic draw sting/bungee cord caught on to a button on my shirt. He was actually pulling me into the subway car with him, but he didn't know it. Can we say Titty on a Back Attack! Once we were both in the car, I asked him not to move any further. I was smack on back of him. I don't know how he didn't feel me. His friends were looking at us as if to say "what does this chick want with him?" I took the elastic from around my button and let go of the draw string. It popped him in his book-bag. He and his guys were looking with their eyes big. One of them hollered "Damn, man you had her like that?"
Of course this gave the man ample reason to talk to me, but it wasn't going down. He and his friends were very scruffy looking. Did I mentioned he smelled and not in a good way; more like in a funky ass and dirt way. I got a good whiff when he hooked me into him. He kept using the F bomb as he talked with his peers and that was so disappointing. I mean here was an African American man who looked to be in his late 40's and he couldn't think of any other words to describe what he wanted to say. To bad and so sad.
On a positive note I got home safely!
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Saturday, May 21, 2011
How Have You Guys Been?
LAWD, LAWD, LAWD! My computer has been acting all the way crazy. I have missed you guys and hope this post finds you in the best of moods. With that said, I'm going to get right down to it.
Have you ever done something, and while your doing it you realize that you have truly F##KED UP! You try to change the outcome of it, but it goes by way to fast and you end up with a disaster? Well that is exactly how I felt at my last audition. I thought I had audition for a play with music, but at the callback audition I found out that I had audition for a musical. There is a BIG difference. For example: Tyler Perry theatrical presentations are plays with music. Lion King is a Musical; which is why I am a Actor/Singer not an Singer/Actor. When I was called into the room to sing, something told me to sing the song that I had sung at the 1st audition. Why I didn't listen to that little voice is beyond me.
Now I had not gotten a lot of rest the night before my call back, but I had practiced my monologues and songs through out the week. I'm not sure if it was nerves or what, but 70% of the time my songs don't come out the way I practiced them; however my monologues do. That could be a good thing or a bad thing. Note to self: I have to find a better voice teacher. My last voice lesson was disrupted by a fight amongst two males, but that is entirely another story.
I don't know what happen to me. I started to sing and I couldn't move up an octave. I stayed in low register the whole time. SMDH!! To say it was a Hot Mess would be sugar coating it. Those of you who know me know that I have an alto to tenor range. That's why I gravitate to artist such as Jill Scott, Erykah Badu, Lauryn Hill and the like. Anything bluesy or jazzed up and even old school gospel is right up my alley. I felt a knot rise in my throat and would not allow me to sing above a certain key. I had used this song in an audition before and this was my second time doing so, but I can tell you now there will not be a third!
After singing by myself. I was put into a group and we had to sing together. They had me singing soprano knowing I was a true alto. I almost passed out. I can laugh at it now, but I was not happy then. Dancing, learning choreography, dancing, sweating, singing, waiting, waiting, singing. Did I mention waiting? AUUGG, that call back lasted 7hours! What in the hell did I get myself into?
On a positive note I got to get a nice look at my cultural competition. I'm sure I will be seeing some of them again. I am also 100% sure it wont be in this production. I assume I don't have to tell I didn't get the gig.
Have you ever done something, and while your doing it you realize that you have truly F##KED UP! You try to change the outcome of it, but it goes by way to fast and you end up with a disaster? Well that is exactly how I felt at my last audition. I thought I had audition for a play with music, but at the callback audition I found out that I had audition for a musical. There is a BIG difference. For example: Tyler Perry theatrical presentations are plays with music. Lion King is a Musical; which is why I am a Actor/Singer not an Singer/Actor. When I was called into the room to sing, something told me to sing the song that I had sung at the 1st audition. Why I didn't listen to that little voice is beyond me.
Now I had not gotten a lot of rest the night before my call back, but I had practiced my monologues and songs through out the week. I'm not sure if it was nerves or what, but 70% of the time my songs don't come out the way I practiced them; however my monologues do. That could be a good thing or a bad thing. Note to self: I have to find a better voice teacher. My last voice lesson was disrupted by a fight amongst two males, but that is entirely another story.
I don't know what happen to me. I started to sing and I couldn't move up an octave. I stayed in low register the whole time. SMDH!! To say it was a Hot Mess would be sugar coating it. Those of you who know me know that I have an alto to tenor range. That's why I gravitate to artist such as Jill Scott, Erykah Badu, Lauryn Hill and the like. Anything bluesy or jazzed up and even old school gospel is right up my alley. I felt a knot rise in my throat and would not allow me to sing above a certain key. I had used this song in an audition before and this was my second time doing so, but I can tell you now there will not be a third!
After singing by myself. I was put into a group and we had to sing together. They had me singing soprano knowing I was a true alto. I almost passed out. I can laugh at it now, but I was not happy then. Dancing, learning choreography, dancing, sweating, singing, waiting, waiting, singing. Did I mention waiting? AUUGG, that call back lasted 7hours! What in the hell did I get myself into?
On a positive note I got to get a nice look at my cultural competition. I'm sure I will be seeing some of them again. I am also 100% sure it wont be in this production. I assume I don't have to tell I didn't get the gig.
Friday, April 8, 2011
Did You Miss Me?
It has been a while. A whole month has gone by and you haven't heard a peep from me. Soo many things have been happening, or should I say life has been really showing out. I hope this blog post finds you all in good spirits, and if not maybe it can help in lifting them.
I'm sure I have mentioned it before, but it think I have to reiterate. If you decide to work or live in the city of NYC; you relinquish all if any personal space. Rather we are young or old our animal instincts are always with us. The subway doors open. People pile out and others rush in, or race in to get a seat if there are any left. It's almost like a game, and it's funny to watch. A lady squeezed herself right down next to me and another fellow. As she inhaled and exhaled I literally felt her ribcage contract and expand. NO LIE! I could feel every breath she took because here side was touching my side. I don't think I have ever felt anyone that close to me before; not even while hugging someone. I sat there thinking to myself this is so weird. The tan, skin, woman who probably wasn't older than 45yrs looked at me. She had an expression on her face. It seemed to be saying"I know you can feel me breathing. Thanks for not tripping that I'm sitting so close."
The bus is a little better, but it takes longer to get to your destination. I can deal with the to close for comfort concept. What I hate is the rude and disrespectful behavior. If you add both of those together it makes public transportation a hassle. I was sitting on the inside seat when a African American lady whom seemed to be a few years younger than me sat her fat self down next to me. No problem there, but when it was time for me to get up for my stop she act like she didn't want to move. I said excuse me two times and she didn't budge. Finally I stood up and started moving towards her and she got up. What in the hell was her problem? I actually wanted to yell at her. Not sure what helped me to hold my tongue but I didn't make a scene. Unlike the man on the train at 12:40AM. He claimed he was a war vet who had AIDS. He asked for money or cigarettes. I don't know if he was telling the truth or not, but no one gave him a dime. The train comes to a stop and we all jump off. Rushing off to our own destination. Never the less none of us could ignore the Caucasian man who rushed off the train. He cursed and then loudly released a sigh of relief as he unzipped himself and pissed right there in front of us all! As I passed the conductor he just laughed and shook his head as he saw the expression on my face. The word Gross here would be a huge understatement!
I am glad to report that not all New Yorkers are rude; although there are at least 50% whom are. I think some of the rudeness is because you are always rushing around. Even when your not rushing, your rushing. Just in case you've missed it in other entries, I'll say it again. NYC is lunatic capitol. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't see or hear something abnormal. The word normal along with customer service, and home training seems to be at a lost in NYC. People here rarely use the word "Thank You, Excuse Me, or I'm Sorry" At CVS pharmacy. I politely asked the pharmacist for some assistance. She practically cussed me out. With a nasty voice she said to me she wasn't going to stop what she was doing just to help me. Oddly she wasn't really doing anything. Applaud for how the African American woman spoke to me as if it wasn't' her job to assist people. I spoke to another pharmacist who was glad to help me. Sadly you get the same experience trying to make or cancel appointments, shopping, etc. Ironically people here that have customer service jobs; consequently act like you bothering them when you say or do something that makes them have to do their job.
It can be a mean world out there, but it's nice to still get the pleasantness of the word THANK YOU.
I'm sure I have mentioned it before, but it think I have to reiterate. If you decide to work or live in the city of NYC; you relinquish all if any personal space. Rather we are young or old our animal instincts are always with us. The subway doors open. People pile out and others rush in, or race in to get a seat if there are any left. It's almost like a game, and it's funny to watch. A lady squeezed herself right down next to me and another fellow. As she inhaled and exhaled I literally felt her ribcage contract and expand. NO LIE! I could feel every breath she took because here side was touching my side. I don't think I have ever felt anyone that close to me before; not even while hugging someone. I sat there thinking to myself this is so weird. The tan, skin, woman who probably wasn't older than 45yrs looked at me. She had an expression on her face. It seemed to be saying"I know you can feel me breathing. Thanks for not tripping that I'm sitting so close."
The bus is a little better, but it takes longer to get to your destination. I can deal with the to close for comfort concept. What I hate is the rude and disrespectful behavior. If you add both of those together it makes public transportation a hassle. I was sitting on the inside seat when a African American lady whom seemed to be a few years younger than me sat her fat self down next to me. No problem there, but when it was time for me to get up for my stop she act like she didn't want to move. I said excuse me two times and she didn't budge. Finally I stood up and started moving towards her and she got up. What in the hell was her problem? I actually wanted to yell at her. Not sure what helped me to hold my tongue but I didn't make a scene. Unlike the man on the train at 12:40AM. He claimed he was a war vet who had AIDS. He asked for money or cigarettes. I don't know if he was telling the truth or not, but no one gave him a dime. The train comes to a stop and we all jump off. Rushing off to our own destination. Never the less none of us could ignore the Caucasian man who rushed off the train. He cursed and then loudly released a sigh of relief as he unzipped himself and pissed right there in front of us all! As I passed the conductor he just laughed and shook his head as he saw the expression on my face. The word Gross here would be a huge understatement!
I am glad to report that not all New Yorkers are rude; although there are at least 50% whom are. I think some of the rudeness is because you are always rushing around. Even when your not rushing, your rushing. Just in case you've missed it in other entries, I'll say it again. NYC is lunatic capitol. There isn't a day that goes by where I don't see or hear something abnormal. The word normal along with customer service, and home training seems to be at a lost in NYC. People here rarely use the word "Thank You, Excuse Me, or I'm Sorry" At CVS pharmacy. I politely asked the pharmacist for some assistance. She practically cussed me out. With a nasty voice she said to me she wasn't going to stop what she was doing just to help me. Oddly she wasn't really doing anything. Applaud for how the African American woman spoke to me as if it wasn't' her job to assist people. I spoke to another pharmacist who was glad to help me. Sadly you get the same experience trying to make or cancel appointments, shopping, etc. Ironically people here that have customer service jobs; consequently act like you bothering them when you say or do something that makes them have to do their job.
It can be a mean world out there, but it's nice to still get the pleasantness of the word THANK YOU.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
NYC can be Disgusting
I have come to the realization that New York City is more than a bit ghetto. There are a lot of disgusting people who reside here. Although, I must admit I don't hang around the rich and famous. If I did then my entries altogether would be a little different and probably not as interesting. Not to say there aren't any famous ghetto folks. We all know better than that!
During the month I had to visit the doctor for an ear infection. I don't know why the office had the air conditioner on full blast, but they did. It was 27' outside with snow! I guess they were trying to keep the sick people sick and their pay checks thick. After waiting for over an hour; I met with my doctor. She spoke to me with a glossy, nasty, clear color substance on her upper lip. It was there for so long. I began to think it was an imperfection on her face; but it wasn't. It was snot! It started to move towards her mouth. Finally she said excuse me, and got a tissue to wipe her face. I don't know if that was embarrassing for her, or just gross to me. Thank God she remembered to sanitize her hands.
For my readers who don't live in an over crowded city. Subsequently, I don't think you understand the gratification you receive when your able to find a seat on a bus or subway. I was so happy and relived to plop my behind down on the bus. I had a long way to go and I really didn't have the energy to stand today. Sitting there with delight, I began to smell an odd aroma. It was scent that most people who take public transportation dread. Where was this strong pee smell coming from. "Oh No". I forgot to check the seat before I sat down. Was I sitting in pee? I reached under my leg to feel if it was wet. It seemed to be dry. I then patted the seat underneath me. It was dry to. Of course I did the sniff test, and I smelled nothing from my seat. Then I remembered, that I didn't really start to smell the pee until the guy next to me sat down. It just had to be him! I hoped it was him. As he shifted in his seat the stench became stronger. Soon the patroons seated around us were all staring at him. He was the nasty pee smell! Thank the Lawd! Oddly, after riding for some time the smell was somewhat tolerable. That's just nasty I know. I was so grateful I had not sat in pee, yet I can't help to wonder how many pre pee seats have I sat in?
Alright, so I have been here for a year now, and I still get lost. There was a bum standing right outside the train station. He had a cup of change in his hand. He said he lived in that area for 29 years; so whatever directions you needed he had. A Caucasian man gave him a $1 and got his directions. I gave him 50cents and got my directions; which so happen to be WRONG! Therefor, I was lost for 30minutes on the lower east side. The streets in this area cut off quick with out warning and start up somewhere else. Then again you just may look pass the street sign all together. There I was walking with this duffel bag on my shoulder. It weighed at least 20lbs. I was on my way to an audition, and it was beginning to feel like I would never make it.
When I left for the audition it was day light. After stopping in few shops, and asking three different people for directions included a cab driver who sent me off a bit; consequently I was still lost with no light. I was tempted to go back to the train station and take my tired butt home. Ironically, I couldn't do that. I felt I deserve to find out where this place was located. I told myself I had to get a cab. Oddly every cab I saw had people in it. Finally I flag down a cab that was dropping someone off. "Hold that cab Please!" I shouted. It took the cab three minutes to find my destination, and he charged me $10. I was shocked as hell, but I was able to boggle him down to $8. It was well worth it. I had a fantastic audition. Not to mention, I secured a role for a production that's coming out in August. I'll be sure to keep you all posted.
Until next time. Stay strong, focused, and DO NOT let people get you down!
During the month I had to visit the doctor for an ear infection. I don't know why the office had the air conditioner on full blast, but they did. It was 27' outside with snow! I guess they were trying to keep the sick people sick and their pay checks thick. After waiting for over an hour; I met with my doctor. She spoke to me with a glossy, nasty, clear color substance on her upper lip. It was there for so long. I began to think it was an imperfection on her face; but it wasn't. It was snot! It started to move towards her mouth. Finally she said excuse me, and got a tissue to wipe her face. I don't know if that was embarrassing for her, or just gross to me. Thank God she remembered to sanitize her hands.
For my readers who don't live in an over crowded city. Subsequently, I don't think you understand the gratification you receive when your able to find a seat on a bus or subway. I was so happy and relived to plop my behind down on the bus. I had a long way to go and I really didn't have the energy to stand today. Sitting there with delight, I began to smell an odd aroma. It was scent that most people who take public transportation dread. Where was this strong pee smell coming from. "Oh No". I forgot to check the seat before I sat down. Was I sitting in pee? I reached under my leg to feel if it was wet. It seemed to be dry. I then patted the seat underneath me. It was dry to. Of course I did the sniff test, and I smelled nothing from my seat. Then I remembered, that I didn't really start to smell the pee until the guy next to me sat down. It just had to be him! I hoped it was him. As he shifted in his seat the stench became stronger. Soon the patroons seated around us were all staring at him. He was the nasty pee smell! Thank the Lawd! Oddly, after riding for some time the smell was somewhat tolerable. That's just nasty I know. I was so grateful I had not sat in pee, yet I can't help to wonder how many pre pee seats have I sat in?
Alright, so I have been here for a year now, and I still get lost. There was a bum standing right outside the train station. He had a cup of change in his hand. He said he lived in that area for 29 years; so whatever directions you needed he had. A Caucasian man gave him a $1 and got his directions. I gave him 50cents and got my directions; which so happen to be WRONG! Therefor, I was lost for 30minutes on the lower east side. The streets in this area cut off quick with out warning and start up somewhere else. Then again you just may look pass the street sign all together. There I was walking with this duffel bag on my shoulder. It weighed at least 20lbs. I was on my way to an audition, and it was beginning to feel like I would never make it.
When I left for the audition it was day light. After stopping in few shops, and asking three different people for directions included a cab driver who sent me off a bit; consequently I was still lost with no light. I was tempted to go back to the train station and take my tired butt home. Ironically, I couldn't do that. I felt I deserve to find out where this place was located. I told myself I had to get a cab. Oddly every cab I saw had people in it. Finally I flag down a cab that was dropping someone off. "Hold that cab Please!" I shouted. It took the cab three minutes to find my destination, and he charged me $10. I was shocked as hell, but I was able to boggle him down to $8. It was well worth it. I had a fantastic audition. Not to mention, I secured a role for a production that's coming out in August. I'll be sure to keep you all posted.
Until next time. Stay strong, focused, and DO NOT let people get you down!
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Update to 2011
HAPPY NEW YEAR TO MY BELOVED FOLLOWERS and to those who have yet to join my blog, but do still read it. So much has happen and I'm going to do my best to fit it all in this one blog post.
Those of you who know me, know that I am a people person. I seldom turn away from a greeting. Meaning if you greet me, Il greet you back. Living here in New York City; I have to learn how to do just the opposite. It was around 9p.m. I had just come from a theatrical event in the Time Square area. I'm sure I don't have to tell you, but to say that Time Square is extremely crowded on the weekend would be a huge understatement. Bumper to butt with people and traffic. As I walked with the pedestrian traffic and talked on my cell phone. A man who look to be in his 40's and of Italian background walked up to me. "Oh I thought you were talking to me", he said. I signal to him that I was talking to the person on my cell phone, but that didn't detour him. He began to walk beside me and tried to start up a conversation. The next thing out of his mouth was "So where are you heading?" and I answered "The Subway." That where I messed up. I should have kept my mouth shut! He replied "Good! So what are we doing for dinner?" Thats when I realized I had just attracted another NUT!
So what do I mean by another NUT...? Let me sum it up like this. I dated a Nigerian man throughout college. We continued to date after I had graduated. Giving us a relationship of about six years. He broke my heart and I broke his. I never truly got over him. There is a big part of me that still truly loves him today. Evermore I have to move on because he is now engaged to an African. No surprise there...and I do wish them well. Am I scared for life? Yes, I am. Am I stuck on stupid or African men? Both! I need to leave them all the way alone, but I wont! Now please don't misunderstand me. I don't discriminate in the least. I have dated out my race and will continue to do so if the right man comes along. Although I can't deny my ever so strong attraction to African men! On the other hand Caucasian men that are old enough to be my father will approach me before an African American man will. Well that may not be entirely true. There are the newly, wet behind the ears, young, African American, men. I'm talking 18yrs -24yrs old that will try to holler at me. So what's really going on? I mean seriously! Someone asked me the other day how was love treating me. I told them "Love hates me." They replied to me "Yeah, love sucks." I commented "No. Love hurts." I have dated two African man this year in NYC. NOT African American but AFRICAN. Some may hate to hear it, but there is a huge difference between being African American and African! Least to say I ended it with both men because they were both demanding me to marry them. Love, green cards, bad sex, Love, citizenship, great sex which ever... I WILL NOT BE MARRYING EITHER OF YOU! CONSIDER YOURSELF DISMISS!!!!
On to a brighter topic. I had an audition to attend on a weekend when I had to work. I wasn't sure how I was going to make this happen. This would only be my 3rd time auditioning for a film. I was ecstatic that my boss let me off of work early. Just not early enough to go home and get completely ready; and this is why you can't beat living in NYC. I hoped off the train in Time Square, since that's where my transfer was. I ran into Sephora, and put my face on BABY! Gave myself a wink and hoped backed on the train. Least to say, I got my first film gig! Can I get an AMEN! When and if it does comes out I'll be sure to let you guys know. It's an independent racy comedy that will be submitted to the Sundance film festival.
I'm interested in how my followers spent there New Years Eve. I went to a singles event where there were well over 350 people. I got completely wasted. I had to spend 95% of the next day recovering. Tequila, white wine, red bull and vodka, cranberry and vodka, and cheap champagne don't mix very well. Thank God for good people and best friends. This year my goal is to see more than three production. Last year I had the privilege of seeing Ocean Imagine, which was a fun show. Mary Poppins was also was a nice treat, but I think I like Avenue Q the best. The songs were hilarious and well written. My new years resolution is to become better physically fit, get more out of my degree, and to do more international traveling! I'm interested in my readers goals and resolutions as well. Please feel free to post them.
Those of you who know me, know that I am a people person. I seldom turn away from a greeting. Meaning if you greet me, Il greet you back. Living here in New York City; I have to learn how to do just the opposite. It was around 9p.m. I had just come from a theatrical event in the Time Square area. I'm sure I don't have to tell you, but to say that Time Square is extremely crowded on the weekend would be a huge understatement. Bumper to butt with people and traffic. As I walked with the pedestrian traffic and talked on my cell phone. A man who look to be in his 40's and of Italian background walked up to me. "Oh I thought you were talking to me", he said. I signal to him that I was talking to the person on my cell phone, but that didn't detour him. He began to walk beside me and tried to start up a conversation. The next thing out of his mouth was "So where are you heading?" and I answered "The Subway." That where I messed up. I should have kept my mouth shut! He replied "Good! So what are we doing for dinner?" Thats when I realized I had just attracted another NUT!
So what do I mean by another NUT...? Let me sum it up like this. I dated a Nigerian man throughout college. We continued to date after I had graduated. Giving us a relationship of about six years. He broke my heart and I broke his. I never truly got over him. There is a big part of me that still truly loves him today. Evermore I have to move on because he is now engaged to an African. No surprise there...and I do wish them well. Am I scared for life? Yes, I am. Am I stuck on stupid or African men? Both! I need to leave them all the way alone, but I wont! Now please don't misunderstand me. I don't discriminate in the least. I have dated out my race and will continue to do so if the right man comes along. Although I can't deny my ever so strong attraction to African men! On the other hand Caucasian men that are old enough to be my father will approach me before an African American man will. Well that may not be entirely true. There are the newly, wet behind the ears, young, African American, men. I'm talking 18yrs -24yrs old that will try to holler at me. So what's really going on? I mean seriously! Someone asked me the other day how was love treating me. I told them "Love hates me." They replied to me "Yeah, love sucks." I commented "No. Love hurts." I have dated two African man this year in NYC. NOT African American but AFRICAN. Some may hate to hear it, but there is a huge difference between being African American and African! Least to say I ended it with both men because they were both demanding me to marry them. Love, green cards, bad sex, Love, citizenship, great sex which ever... I WILL NOT BE MARRYING EITHER OF YOU! CONSIDER YOURSELF DISMISS!!!!
On to a brighter topic. I had an audition to attend on a weekend when I had to work. I wasn't sure how I was going to make this happen. This would only be my 3rd time auditioning for a film. I was ecstatic that my boss let me off of work early. Just not early enough to go home and get completely ready; and this is why you can't beat living in NYC. I hoped off the train in Time Square, since that's where my transfer was. I ran into Sephora, and put my face on BABY! Gave myself a wink and hoped backed on the train. Least to say, I got my first film gig! Can I get an AMEN! When and if it does comes out I'll be sure to let you guys know. It's an independent racy comedy that will be submitted to the Sundance film festival.
I'm interested in how my followers spent there New Years Eve. I went to a singles event where there were well over 350 people. I got completely wasted. I had to spend 95% of the next day recovering. Tequila, white wine, red bull and vodka, cranberry and vodka, and cheap champagne don't mix very well. Thank God for good people and best friends. This year my goal is to see more than three production. Last year I had the privilege of seeing Ocean Imagine, which was a fun show. Mary Poppins was also was a nice treat, but I think I like Avenue Q the best. The songs were hilarious and well written. My new years resolution is to become better physically fit, get more out of my degree, and to do more international traveling! I'm interested in my readers goals and resolutions as well. Please feel free to post them.
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Chocolate Any One?
At the subway station, lost as usual...I sit down on the bench and decide to wait on the next train. In which I can ask the conductor; what train do I need to take to get to where I want to go? Sitting beside me is a heavy set Caucasian men singing Jesus Is the Answer. Just as free as he want to be. He stops and looks at me and says "People think I'm crazy, but I don't care!" I nod at him, thinking aww I haven't heard that song in such a long time. Part of me really wanted to sing along, but something said DON'T.
I see the next train approaching so I got in position on the platform where the conductor window where land. The Singing Man was watching me the whole time. I kindly asked the conductor for the correct directions. He gave them to me, and then I took my seat to wait on the appropriate train. As I sat there I begun to smell the scent of chocolate very strongly! So strong I thought I had sat in some candy. I got up to check the back of my dress and the bottom of my seat, but there was nothing there. Funny I didn't smell that smell earlier when I was sitting there. The singing man looked at me and ask " What's the matter? Did you sit in something wet?"I tell him " No. I thought I sat in some chocolate". I then ask him if he smelled the strong scent of chocolate? He told me that he smelled it too.. Then he started looking around. While he is looking I noticed him putting something in his mouth. I asked him "What's that your eating?" He showed me the package...AND...IT'S A BAG OF WHOPPERS! I told him "That's what I'm smelling! Whoppers are chocolate!" He looked at me with an OOOO, yeah expression. I thought to myself "Poor guy he really doesn't know. He is CRAZY!"
I see the next train approaching so I got in position on the platform where the conductor window where land. The Singing Man was watching me the whole time. I kindly asked the conductor for the correct directions. He gave them to me, and then I took my seat to wait on the appropriate train. As I sat there I begun to smell the scent of chocolate very strongly! So strong I thought I had sat in some candy. I got up to check the back of my dress and the bottom of my seat, but there was nothing there. Funny I didn't smell that smell earlier when I was sitting there. The singing man looked at me and ask " What's the matter? Did you sit in something wet?"I tell him " No. I thought I sat in some chocolate". I then ask him if he smelled the strong scent of chocolate? He told me that he smelled it too.. Then he started looking around. While he is looking I noticed him putting something in his mouth. I asked him "What's that your eating?" He showed me the package...AND...IT'S A BAG OF WHOPPERS! I told him "That's what I'm smelling! Whoppers are chocolate!" He looked at me with an OOOO, yeah expression. I thought to myself "Poor guy he really doesn't know. He is CRAZY!"
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Random
There are soo many people in NYC that I decided to get the flu shot this year. At first I was skeptical because I had seen a program on TV, where a lady had a severe, life changing, reaction to the flu shot. After being sick two times this summer I knew I couldn't risk it in the winter. Everywhere you look some one is coughing and sneezing. Also when your taking public transportation there is no telling what kind of people, and for that matter how many people have sat and touched where I am sitting and touching now.
I'm in the crowded subway terminal waiting for the train, and I see two open seats next to this old lady. Oddly no one is sitting in them. I look closer at the lady and notice that she has on a blue jogging suit. Her body is puffed up like the nutty professor, and her head is cocked to the side. Her eyes are closed, and she is not moving. I can barely tell if she's breathing. One of her puffy legs lay extended; sadly with no shoes on her feet only layers of socks. Beneath the extended leg was a trail of dark liquid. It look like a mixture of blood and feces. It was severely disgusting! People were trying their best to act as if they didn't notice her. I don't know why the police or the EMT wasn't called. The lady looked as if she could have been dying or worse already dead.
Now I'm happy to have found a seat on the train, and there is only standing room left. Just my luck a overweight 50ish Caucasian man stands in front of me. I'm looking at the front part of his pants and his overly huge stomach. Next thing I know the man starts passing deadly but silent gas, and it STINKS! There is a skinny, tall, African American girl seated next to me and she is frowning up her face because she smells it too. We both looked at each other with a look of disgust on our faces and then she dropped her head down. No matter where you put your head you were going to smell this man. All I could think was if this man farts one more time I'm going to get ghetto on him. On the bright side. I couldn't help but to think that the mans huge stomach would serve as a good air bag if the train was to throw me forward and out of my seat. Now on the other side of me was an African American woman. She looked to be in her 70's. She had all these hard, firm, severely, raised nodules all over her face, hands and neck. This was no Halloween costume. Think of a human pickle and multiply that. Here I was freaking out about my pimples, and this just proved to me how much worse it could be.
Any how check me out on my facebook page and you can see the costume I wore for Halloween. I guess my theater side was coming out of me because I decide to wear my mask on the train, and for once I was the weirdo. Can you say "all eyes on me"? I honestly didn't think I was anything to stare at but apparently I was wrong. I was a princess going to a masquerade ball. I had on a floor length, bright, yellow, ball gown with elbow length, white, satin, gloves, and a gold and silver, butterfly mask.
Well it was definitely one hell of a night. I went to two clubs and one restaurant. My associate...hmm let's call her Jade. She threw up at one of the most crowded restaurants located in Time Square. I felt sorry for the dinners next to her. When she finished puking her guts out she didn't even apologize to them. She started laughing hysterically, and then got up and went to the bathroom. Yeah she was a nasty, hot, mess! We left the restaurant and ran into some teenagers horsing around and throwing food. I got hit in the shoulder and cussed them all the way out NYC style! I don't know if there was some bad juju going on because the next day I got food poisoning. Therefore I spent the next evening throwing up and my girl "T" fell and hurt her ankle and spent the next day throwing up from the pain killers.
Now it's the end of the night and I'm just hoping I get in the house before 3AM. With the train making all local stops this is highly unlikely. Even though I'm not the only one in costume; I'm still catching looks sideways and back. Now I know how the homeless feel when people stare at them. One lady told me she was staring because the mask was so pretty, but I don't think that's why everyone else was burning holes in me. Anyhow waiting on the train wasn't too bad that night because of the talent in the subway. There was an 40ish, average looking, Caucasian man in the subway. He was playing a keyboard along with a trumpet, and making up songs. What ever he saw he threw it in his song. It was funny. He sung about the passengers waiting on the train, and how happy we were when it was approaching the station. Least to say I did make it home two minutes before 3AM.
I'm in the crowded subway terminal waiting for the train, and I see two open seats next to this old lady. Oddly no one is sitting in them. I look closer at the lady and notice that she has on a blue jogging suit. Her body is puffed up like the nutty professor, and her head is cocked to the side. Her eyes are closed, and she is not moving. I can barely tell if she's breathing. One of her puffy legs lay extended; sadly with no shoes on her feet only layers of socks. Beneath the extended leg was a trail of dark liquid. It look like a mixture of blood and feces. It was severely disgusting! People were trying their best to act as if they didn't notice her. I don't know why the police or the EMT wasn't called. The lady looked as if she could have been dying or worse already dead.
Now I'm happy to have found a seat on the train, and there is only standing room left. Just my luck a overweight 50ish Caucasian man stands in front of me. I'm looking at the front part of his pants and his overly huge stomach. Next thing I know the man starts passing deadly but silent gas, and it STINKS! There is a skinny, tall, African American girl seated next to me and she is frowning up her face because she smells it too. We both looked at each other with a look of disgust on our faces and then she dropped her head down. No matter where you put your head you were going to smell this man. All I could think was if this man farts one more time I'm going to get ghetto on him. On the bright side. I couldn't help but to think that the mans huge stomach would serve as a good air bag if the train was to throw me forward and out of my seat. Now on the other side of me was an African American woman. She looked to be in her 70's. She had all these hard, firm, severely, raised nodules all over her face, hands and neck. This was no Halloween costume. Think of a human pickle and multiply that. Here I was freaking out about my pimples, and this just proved to me how much worse it could be.
Any how check me out on my facebook page and you can see the costume I wore for Halloween. I guess my theater side was coming out of me because I decide to wear my mask on the train, and for once I was the weirdo. Can you say "all eyes on me"? I honestly didn't think I was anything to stare at but apparently I was wrong. I was a princess going to a masquerade ball. I had on a floor length, bright, yellow, ball gown with elbow length, white, satin, gloves, and a gold and silver, butterfly mask.
Well it was definitely one hell of a night. I went to two clubs and one restaurant. My associate...hmm let's call her Jade. She threw up at one of the most crowded restaurants located in Time Square. I felt sorry for the dinners next to her. When she finished puking her guts out she didn't even apologize to them. She started laughing hysterically, and then got up and went to the bathroom. Yeah she was a nasty, hot, mess! We left the restaurant and ran into some teenagers horsing around and throwing food. I got hit in the shoulder and cussed them all the way out NYC style! I don't know if there was some bad juju going on because the next day I got food poisoning. Therefore I spent the next evening throwing up and my girl "T" fell and hurt her ankle and spent the next day throwing up from the pain killers.
Now it's the end of the night and I'm just hoping I get in the house before 3AM. With the train making all local stops this is highly unlikely. Even though I'm not the only one in costume; I'm still catching looks sideways and back. Now I know how the homeless feel when people stare at them. One lady told me she was staring because the mask was so pretty, but I don't think that's why everyone else was burning holes in me. Anyhow waiting on the train wasn't too bad that night because of the talent in the subway. There was an 40ish, average looking, Caucasian man in the subway. He was playing a keyboard along with a trumpet, and making up songs. What ever he saw he threw it in his song. It was funny. He sung about the passengers waiting on the train, and how happy we were when it was approaching the station. Least to say I did make it home two minutes before 3AM.
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