Dorky Me Pt ii

In the spirit of confessing my true dorkitude..
As I reached for my Awapuhi leave in conditioner, I was reminded of one time in San Fransisco.
It was the eighties and I was a queen of big,big,biiiigg, hair. I was at a friends house and we were getting ready to protest the new Gap on Haight and Ashbury.(yes, protest, I knew some REAL Russian commies AND Grace Slick AND Wavy Gravy... so there.)
I reached for a can of Aqua Net, and put my blow dryer on full power.
Now I have a good pile of hair, I can make a bouffant in less time than it takes the average person to brush their teeth. And I was an expert at the Siouxie-Sioux hairstyle, but no matter how much ozone I destroyed spraying and blowing and teasing, My hair was as limp as last nights spaghetti strap dress...
I was really mad, then began to smell a queer disinfectant smell. Looking at my hand, I realized I had been spraying my hair with Lysol for the past 15 minutes. The overwhelming patchouli smell in the apartment had kept me from noticing this earlier.
With no time to wash it out I stuck on a beret, grabbed my bucket of fake blood and skulked from the bathroom.
I probably deserved it for using someone else's styling product.

A little something for the anti prop 8 crowd...

Written and directed by the inestimable Josefina Lopez, of "Real Women have Curves" fame, and starring yours truly, Minerva Vier and Fabrizio Imas.
Thats how I roll.... today....

German Styling= way less dosh in my bank account....

First, I hope everyone who was in the path of Ike &tc are OK.
Second CONGRATS! To T's Niece and the new wee one in the fam... Joy mixed with fear, but joy prevailed.

I have just spent an OBSCENE amount of money taking my Mini in for regular service. Beware the high performance engine! I also have to get the windshield replaced, because it cracked. I get to drive a BMW for a loaner vehicle. Whooppeeeeee....

T and I taught an acting class for the Newport Beach Library that was a success
Newspaper Article
completely exhausting, but there's a Bristol Farms right next door and T and I gorged on free overpriced treats! Including some superb soggy cheese that looked like penguin poop, but tasted sublime. I DID buy a soda, c'mon, I'm not a TOTAL mooch. (almost.)

I am in desperate need of some income, even just income potential. Boy it's hard to be a part of the "Economic Downturn". I am CRAVING one eensy TV/VO/Commercial job. Not to mention a job in the theatre. I can't type, I have no customer service skills, and I can't afford babysitting. Man am I in the soup! Luckily I'm in a good mood from doing yoga a couple of minutes ago, otherwise I'd be getting this keyboard soggy.

To add insult to injury, I'm trying to lose 15 stubborn, evil, sticky, jiggly pounds, while not eating carbs. This makes me sad as I love carbs. I've never tried this before. It kinda sucks.

Anyone with a line on a job for a useless broad let me know....xox

What a Dork pt 1

I ate rosin once.
I have played a LOT of parts that dance, and I BY NO MEANS consider myself a dancer. Very little training, but a lot of chutzpah. Some how I got away with Anita in WSS. Still don't know how. I play a lot of soubret, second bananas, funny girls and they ALL dance.
Anyway, I was doing Oklahoma, Ado Annie, dancing my heart out. The choreographer ( a nice lady, was personal assistant to Bette Midler, who I understand is a neat freak) comes in, I'm with the guy ( oh so gay, I only mention cause I knew and STILL had a crush on him, curse show-r-mones) playing Will. I think we are doing All or Nothing or something. She comes in excited with a paper sack of what looks like rock candy. She hands it to me and says "look!" I look, have no idea what it is and put a chunk in my mouth. The look on their two faces was enough to send me back to freshman year, when I, aping Scarlett O'Hara gargled with perfume, only to be roundly mocked by a lunkhead named Sal.
You can put the dork in fishnets but she'll still be a dork.

Credit Card Wallah?

I was just taking care of some fooferaw with my credit card, when I was transfered to their tech center. A charming voice with a lovely Indian dialect came on to help me and I was transported to a world of pink and blue silk, silver thread, slow cooked spices, cardamon. I felt a heat and a sway and a rhythm unlike ours. And I longed to be there in an entirely foreign land. He had to ask me three times what I needed.... I need to see Mumbai is what I should've said....