Friday, February 15, 2013
Paddy Quinn died.
I played shepherd to a priest's sheep in an orgy scene...in a church. (Hell in a handbasket.)
I blew out my left knee...bone on bone...which is not good when you live in a fifth floor walk up.
I did NOT fall in or out of love or anywhere in the vicinity of it.
I spent a lot of time with the NaNa because she missed the Pop.
I worked a LOT at Westport Playhouse...which was fun because it was near family.
I unofficially adopted the PoPmobile and got to drive around TONS which I loved.
A colleague discovered I cruise to hard rock which delighted her endlessly.
I started writing because my agent found my dating stories both hilarious and horrifying.
I got one of the most inappropriate and hilarious emails ever from an ex. It is immortalized in an annotated version.
I called a very young colleague "a little shithead" while on mic. I wasn't reprimanded. It was only rehearsal. And he was.
I think this was the year my symphony gig career died...TRAGEDY!
Posted by MizTiz at 6:49 PM