Working Tuesday

Busy, busy, busy Tuesday. I read for a small, independent movie, for the director, a small, cute, screaming-out-loud gay guy, in--Chelsea!That went really well, and I almost, almost got the part. I'll find out next week, hopefully.
Then I took a Law and Order Intensive, where I read, with another 15 or so people, for one of the show's casting directors. She's young, unpretencious, and so nice. I was pleasently surprised. That was a good learning experince. Plus, now she has my resume and my headshot, in a different pile, I hope.
One gets Law and Order parts through agents though. I don't have one yet. I freelance with one. But she only sent me for a video once. I didn't even get that one:(
Oh, well, it was a good, working day. Now I need to read the Comedy of Errors, for my class on Thursday. Not exactly a light, bed-time read, if you know what I mean.

One fine day

Yesterday afternoon, I went to the Serbian Consulate in New York City, to vote. The weather has improved, much, so I decided to walk. I'm not working out much lately anyway. Due to my laziness.
I had a scheduled "rehearsal" for the Happy Hour right afterwords. I put "rehearsal" because I was only supposed to watch since I've missed a lot of them, being in D.C.
After I voted for the pro-Western Democrats, of course, one of the people I know from the Consulate introduced me to a young Serbian journalist working for the Frankfurt Vesti or News. She wanted to talk to me, or interview me. Well, I like that. I enjoyed it, even though it was short since the same man brought another lady for the same reason. This lady turned out to be an actress working in N.Y.C. Oh,my God! I was so excited. I introduced myself as an actress as well, and told her that I would love to meet her Serbian actor-friends and maybe work with them some time.
She gave me her phone number, and when I mentioned that I briefly worked for the VOA, she said she's heard of me. Oh, my, I'm getting famous;-)
So after the journalist took my picture, asked me why I voted and we chatted a bit, I went to the rehearsal. After about an hour and a half, the director asked me to come next Saturday at 5p.m. and to perform at 10p.m.
I told him I was ready for my two scenes. And I am.
So all and all, a great day! I walked back home, contently. Very.

Miserable New York

Today is the most miserable day I had since moving to N.Y.C., weather wise. It has been not only rainy non-stop, but also cold and windy. So your umbrella is almost useless. I was wet with my umbrella the moment I stepped out of the building.
So when I realized that I'll be cold, wet and late for an audition unless I get a cab, I couldn't get one for 10 minutes. I was standing there, on the street for about five of those ten, hailing already taken cabs, while getting more and more wet. Finally, I gave up, started walking, when I saw one that had a light on, on a perpendicular street. I considered myself lucky. So I got to my audition, only half wet and frustrated, but on time.
On top of all that, my belly was hurting. But it was a good, scheduled audition, the one I couldn't pass. Despite the ideal day to stay in bed and read, or write. If you can.

By Acela to Shakespeare

I'm back in New York City and full speed ahead. I came back on Acela, a fast, business class train that stops maybe four times between D.C. and New York, and the whole trip lasts 2 hours 45 minutes. Nicer, newer, bigger seats, more leg room, and the bigger price, of course, but for me it was definitely worth it. I get anxious traveling when it lasts too long. I'm afraid of my next overseas trip as I write this. But I guess the excitement of the arrival helps with the stiffness of my rear and the general nervousness.
I was so tired on Wednesday and just watched TV all day. But yesterday, I've tried to catch up with my schedule--e-mails, auditions, submissions, mailing, shopping, faxing, printing...No, I'm not running a small business, just trying to come up with some kind of a career. I also worked out and did some laundry. Very exciting.
But the biggest news is my new class:Shakespeare.New teacher, new classroom, new colleagues, and definitely, an entirely new subject. I've only read Shakespeare in Serbian, except for couple of sonnets. I liked it, in Serbian, but in English I need "No fear Shakespeare" to understand.
The four hour class concept is a bit intimidating, but it went by fast except for the last 45 minutes, during which I was hibernating.
I like the teacher, she's very animated. Three of the colleagues I know from before. Good.
The class will be work, but so what. I have time. Now more than ever. So bring it on.

It's a girl!!!!

We are so happy that my sister got a girl! We all wanted a girl. Not that we wouldn't love a boy. But girls are just cutter. Also, I grew up with a sister. I wouldn't even know what to do with a boy. But I can certainly teach a girl to go shopping, or use make up, or about boys:)
She's adorable! It's only a cell phone picture because this auntie doesn't have her act together yet.

Being in hell

I have never understood why women have to suffer so much in order to have a child. Also, why men don't have to suffer at all. It's the most unfair situation in the entire world, that I can recall. Who ever created us, either God or the nature, must be a misogynist.
At first, you get so nauseated for at least three months, and there's no cure for it. Then you carry the baby who gets heavier and heavier inside yourself, inside your belly for nine months! And then you give painful, long birth. Any sense in all that?
Why couldn't it be easy like, for example, I believe hens have it. Now, I don't know if delivering an egg for a hen is easier than a baby for a woman, but it seems that way, from my perspective. Then penguins too! But fish seemed to be the most advanced in that.
It is ridiculous, most outrages unfairness in the history. And there's no end to it in sight. At least the slavery and other injustices have been undone. This one? Not any time soon. Not in my lifetime.
I know, they came up with epidural and the C section. Let's see. The epidural is a huge needle in your back. I want to see how many men would volunteer for that. And the C section? It's the whole operation. Someone is cutting your body. And you have a long recovery period and a scar, of course, if you wake up from it. Outrageous!
No, I'm not pregnant. You're guessing already. My sister is in labor, and I'm in hell.

Gazuza's

We met old, good friends, R. and J. in Gazuza last night. It's a cocktail bar/restaurant in Dupont Circle in Washington D.C. Besides great mojitos, such as the delicious mango one, they have good sushi and an outdoorish terrace. I wrote outdoorish because, it's kind of outdoors, but still indoors, with the view of the street but covered from three sides.
It's an interesting place, in the best sense of the word, despite the slow service and flirty waitress, who, I could swear, at some point addressed M. as "honey." Of course, no one else heard it, or pretended not to. No, I'm not paranoid, nor jealous, at least not this time. It was kind of funny. And ridiculous. She was very flirty and "leany" with J. as well. Maybe is Gazuza's way to beat the competition.
This place did have a good, really yummy "Dragon roll, " with eel and salmon, avocado, I believe and some other stuff.
But if I were you I would go for the mojitos. And only with girlfriends. As an experiment, of course;-)