Soul to Squeeze

Look, I’m a snob.  I know.  I’ve tried to fight it, but what’s the use?  Luckily, because the universe has a sense of humor, I am also a gigantic spaz and clutz so it all works out.

Anyhoo, I’m sitting on a crowded train yesterday and can’t help but eavesdrop on an awkward conversation between two coworkers, guys probably in their late 20’s, early 30’s.  In short, similar in age to me.  One of them is sort of a quiet mysterious type who looks like he could have been a military recruit at some point, the other is gregarious and just about exactly like every upper middle class white college boy down to the J Crew button down, North face vest, khakis and Jack spade bag.  (See my snobbery appear).

So Gregarious guy says, “You into Matchbox 20?”

And Mysterious guy looks at him like, “You can’t possibly be talking to me, even though it is clear you are talking to me.”  But instead he says, “…uhhhhhhh….not really man.”

I’m stifling giggles.

Gregarious guy says, “Well they just came out with a new album today, it’s pretty good.”

Mysterious guy doesn’t say anything.

Gregarious guy continues, “Yeah, I’m into music.  I like Jason Mraz, Dave Matthews.  Pretty eclectic actually.  I like those bands from 97-99.”

Eclectic…I think.  I do not think it means what you think it means…

Mysterious guy says, “Ehhhhhh I like bands from a little earlier in the 90’s. ”

“As well you should,” I think.

Gregarious guy says, “The only band I really got into from then was Pearl Jam.”

“Shit,” I think.  “Don’t bring me into this.  Don’t make me talk right now.”
You know because it’s always about me.

Mysterious guy says, “I don’t know man.  I’m getting more into electronic stuff.  Less guitar.”

Gregarious guy says, “Like… music?”

Mysterious guy says, “…No.”

Long pause.

Gregarious guy, “You know what really bugs me about so and so and that issue at work…”  And they quickly morph the convo into something about work that they both feel strongly about.

Long pause.

Gregarious Guy: I really love the Red Hot Chili Peppers.

Mysterious Guy: They were my first concert, man!

“Saw them at Riverbend in 2001,” I’m thinking.  “STP opened for them.  What a great night.” Visions of my Anthony Keidis poster flash into my head.

And for this moment, the three of us (even though they didn’t know I was listening) had a moment of shared Chili Peppers.  My snobbery faded because 1. How can you possibly be a snob when you are professing love for the Red Hot Chili Peppers? 2.  Sometimes all you need is music to connect.

Or dance:

Or books:

Or theatre:

Helene Weigel-Brecht in her Silent Scream as Mother Courage

Or movies:

Or art:

Art, in any form, from the highest of high in conceptual painting to the lowest of the low fart joke, has the ability to connect us with these little invisible threads of art we love.  Words we love.  Songs that touched us.  Movie cracks that make us laugh.

“We cannot live only for ourselves. A thousand fibers connect us with our fellow men; and among those fibers, as sympathetic threads, our actions run as causes, and they come back to us as effects.”
Herman Melville

“Invisible threads are the strongest ties.”
Friedrich Nietzsche

I am consistently awed at art’s ability to connect us, and I am humbled and priveleged that I get to be an artist and work with other artists.

But most importantly, I had that little moment of enlightenment partially because of this guy:

Flea from the Red Hot Chili Peppers

But he agrees with me:

“What’s the difference between me and that guy with the grey suit on down there? NOTHING! What’s a difference between a mouse and Jupiter? …NOTHING!!!” – Flea

Maybe I’m not the snob I thought I was.


Gone for a Soldier – My Spring 2012 Reading List


I am an avid reader.  And now that I have a Kindle?  Oh my god.  I’m a reading machine WITH a reading machine. I sometimes get so overwhelmed by titles I have to read or watch that I come up with complicated spreadsheets to keep track.  True story.  And I’m fine with it.  I know who I am.  Lots of things inform what I read and when I read them.  I try to create seasonal To Read lists just to keep my thoughts together.  Two major elements that inform my “To Read” lists are the current season, and if I’m in a show.

In Spring, my reading usually takes on an outdoorsy feel.  (One of my favorite Spring reads is A Walk in the Woods by Bill Bryson.)  I also read up on different religions in the spirit of Easter and Passover.  Since Chicago weather has been more early July in nature, than late March, I’ve also been tempted to read things with Summer on the brain.  I usually read some big blockbuster type book like a Michael Crichton that just begs to be read on a beach.

This Spring, I am also rehearsing a production called Opus 1861 which involves music from the Civil War era in a modern day wartime Afghanistan setting.  Since I have no personal experience with either conflict (although I have visited many a Civil war battlefield and museum, and am now in retrospect very grateful for the experience), I have been stocking my list with lots of research. (I also have a big list of documentaries I’ve been trying to plow through.)

My seasonal lists usually consist of around 20 books.  I try to make them a diverse mix of non fiction and fiction.  I try to learn about a subject I know little about.  I try to throw in a couple pulp fiction fun reads, and I also try to read some items that might help me in my personal goals.

Okay, so that said, here are the titles on my Spring 2012 booklist:

Part One:  Research

  • The March by EL Doctorow (I am exceedingly jealous of my husband who will be at the upcoming opening of Steppenwolf’s production of The March.)
  • War by Sebastien Junger
  • The Civil War by Shelby Foote
  • 1861: The Civil War Awakens by Adam Goodheart
  • Band of Sisters: American Women at War in Iraq by Kirsten Holmstedt
  • What It Is Like to Go to War by Karl Marlantes
  • The Untold War: Inside the Hearts, Minds, and Souls of our Soldiers by Nancy Sherman
  • Battle Cry of Freedom: The Civil War Era by James McPherson
  • The Wrong War: Grit, Strategy and the Way Out of Afghanistan by Bing West
  • The Girls Come Marching Home: Stories of Women Warriors Returning from War in Iraq by Kirsten Holmstedt

Part Two: Personal Picks

  • Lolita by Vladimir Nabakov – I try to attempt a classic on each list.  I figured a saucy one makes sense.  Lusty Month of May.  All that.  Whatever.
  • Game of Thrones Book 1 by George RR Martin.  After all this grit about the Civil War and Afghanistan, I think I will require something very escapist and fantastical.  I’m sure there are battles but there is no denying it’s pure fiction, right?  RIGHT????  *Twitch twitch*
  • Dune by Frank Herbert.  I promised Will I would read it.
  • Outbreak by Robin Cook.  THIS is my kind of science fiction.
  • The Pillars of the Earth by Ken Follett.  I love a good new agey fable every once in awhile.
  • Dance of Death – Book 6 The Pendergast Series by Douglas Preston and Lincoln Child.  This is my favorite pulp fiction series.  It’s got elements of mystery, science fiction, occult stuff, and one of my favorite recurring characters: FBI Special Agent Aloysius Pendergast.  If these books ever get made into movies, Paul Bettany just HAS to play this guy.  HE HAS TO.  I will accept NO ONE ELSE.
  • The Last Templar by Raymond Khoury.  More escapist conspiracy crap that I frankly love to read.
  • Women’s Bodies, Women’s Wisdom by Christiane Northrup.  A book I’ve been meaning to read for a long time.  Other than exercising my vote, the best way to maintain autonomy over our own bodies is to learn as much about them as possible.  And then maybe reread The Handmaid’s Tale again.  Cripes.
  • Start Where You Are: A Guide to Compassionate Living by Pema Chodron.  Sometimes I need to be reminded.
  • The Firestarter Sessions by Danielle LaPorte.  I preordered this one before I had the Kindle.  I bought this program when it was a pdf file.  I can’t wait to see the rehauled print version.  This woman is a genius.  An unmitigated fully feminine no compromises genius.  I think I will be glad I have the print version just so I can write “GENIUS!” in sharpie in the margins.

I won’t end up reading all of them.  That’s why there are so many titles.  Likely some of the books I’ve chosen as research won’t end up resonating for me.  Some of the ones I’ve chosen for personal reading will end up sucking.  That’s why I have the rule of 50.  If it ain’t working for me after 50 pages, I put it down.  I’m also sure I won’t make it through all 4 volumes of Shelby Foote’s comprehensive The Civil War before tech.  Or before I’m 40.

I also won’t read them in any particular order (although the research books will be heavily weighted towards the beginning since we open in mid-April.)

Hopefully, I can carve some time out in this gorgeous weather to sit back and dig into my list!

Auditions: Musicals – Part 1: Preparation

Career Post

This is the first post (sort of) in a series about how I prepare for auditions.  I actually enjoy auditioning now, but for years it caused me much stress.  Was I doing it “right”?  Why was I so nervous?  How do other people do it?

I’ve been lucky enough to experience both sides of the table, as it were, and I’ve really relaxed into the process.  While that isn’t to say I don’t ever get nervous (I absolutely do), I am confident that I am now doing my best.  There is always room to grow.  I want to push myself to take big risks in both my selection and  interpretation of material.

So, in the interest of transparency in a particularly elusive and hidden world (shut doors!  OOooooo) I’m going to share my experiences in an effort to learn and hopefully calm down anyone like me.   Please chime in with advice or if you think I’m *gasp* wrong about something, or if you have had any experiences in the past that taught you something about auditioning, or if you have any sage philosophies.  I truly believe we aren’t all cut throat competing against each other, even though it might feel like it.  There are so many mitigating circumstances around casting that we may as well share what we know.

Today I want to talk about musical auditions.  I’m curious about other people’s audition strategy.  I’m always trying to improve my game, and streamline the process.  There are entire thick volumes written about the subject of auditions, so for  a mere blog post, I won’t go into too much detail.  In the future, I will get into the nitty gritty of things, but this post is more general and about preparation.

As a little bit of background, I am an actor.  However, I have been a musical director several times.  I’ve also directed and I play the piano.  The following is garnered from my experiences in those offices.

So, this is a bird’s eye view of how I prepare for musical auditions here in Chicago. (I chose musicals to cover first because I’m preparing for a musical audition at present.  I will cover that specific audition in detail once it’s over.)

  • First, I sign up/submit for the audition.  Then I note exactly what the posting asks for.  While I may take a risk with the material I use or my interpretation, I always follow the time limit or requested bars to a t.  I like to show the director and musical director that I’m responsible, professional, and I pay attention.  That’s the first thing I can do to demonstrate that.  At it’s heart, an audition is a job interview.  I treat it as such.  No, I don’t wear a suit and bring references.  But I show up on time, if not early and follow directions.

I’ll do another post about general auditions in the future,  but let’s assume this audition is for a specific musical.

  • The next thing I do is get familiar with the show.  I download the original broadway (or off-broadway, what have you) cast recording if it’s available.  I almost always go with the original recording.  The reason for that is that likely the composer was involved in the process and the material is presented as originally intended.  I like to know how things originate.  I can put my own spin on them later.  Sometimes I will rent a movie version.  This isn’t my favorite way to learn about a show, however.  Movies do massive amounts of editing to make stage productions film-friendly and they sometimes lose essential elements in the process.  While I love the movie Chicago, you’d never know Mary Sunshine is traditionally drag by only watching the movie.  (Jokes aside).  If the musical in question is an original piece (and that is really exciting if it is!) I get as much info as I can.  What is the style?  Does the composer have anything out in the ether I can read or hear?  Do I know anyone that has worked with them?  Is the score available to puruse?  Typically the posting will have some indicators.  I prepare my best contemporary piece, and I make sure I have a couple more ready to go.  Once I get to the audition, I might learn more that may inform my choice.  Having a few pieces under your belt can be really freeing in those situations.
  • Once I get a feel for the show, I select my audition song.  (I wrote a couple posts last year about my sources for material.  In an upcoming post, I will show what my “book” looks like and how I use it.)  I initially pick 3-5 songs that feel right.  They may be by the same composer as the show, they might take place in the same time period, or the subtext might be similar to a role I want. One piece usually sticks out to me initially and I try to remember what my first instinct was.  Then I sing through each of these songs.  Usually, in that process, 1 or 2 will be eliminated right away.  This could be for myriad reasons including the range, the subtext, or just a feeling.  Then I will try and make the appropriate cut in each of the songs.  Sometimes you just can’t find a good 32 bars, or 16 or even 8.  If I can’t get the song to match the length or time requirement, it goes.  That usually leaves me with 2 choices.    I mull these over for a couple days, sing through them, and then decide on the piece.  (If the audition calls for 2 songs, the process is basically the same, just expanded.  I look for one piece initially, and then use that piece to find a nice contrast.)

Sometimes  a musical audition asks for a monologue, sometimes a cold read, sometimes nothing at all.  I always default to my favorite comedic monologue unless they ask for something specific.

  • Then I rehearse.  Quite a bit.  I dig into the text of the song and pack with objectives and action.  It’s a monologue, at it’s heart.
  • If I really care about the audition and the project, I will shell out the cash to hire an accompanist to run the piece with me a few times.

As I get closer to the day, I do a few things.

1.  I up my hydration.  Theatres can be dry, dry places.  Good for a hairdo, but yicky for the chords.  I will never stop drinking coffee in the morning, but I try to lay off the afternoon diet cokes for a couple days (key word: try) and I drink more tea, along with good ol’ H2O.

2.  I start to think about what I’m going to wear.

3.  I try to get a little more sleep than normal (sometimes this is possible, sometimes it isn’t).

4.  I really nail down where I want the accompaniment to begin, and what I will say to the accompanist.  I make sure the music is marked clearly.  (Recently, a musical director friend of mine returned from New York and taught me never to begin with a bell tone and always to have an introduction, even if it’s just a bar. )

The day before the audition, I run the whole thing (all songs and monologues as requested) as much as I can in the shoes I’m planning on wearing.  I keep up the hydration and try to get some sleep.  (Again try is the key word.)

This brings us up to the day of the actual audition, and I will save that for another post.

In the meantime, what is your process?  What are your rituals?

Recommended Reading

The books I like the best for musical theatre auditioning are Auditioning for the Musical Theatre by Fred Silver and Charles Strouse and On Singing Onstage by David Craig and A Performer Prepares by David Craig.  (Audition by Michael Shurtleff is also grand but I will talk about that for non-musical auditions.)  Some of the information is dated, and of course, New York centric.  But preparation is preparation and these books are chock full of great advice.  Musical Theatre is also a friendly and informative site to check out.  Great for initial show research.

The other thing I recommend is finding a way to observe auditions from the other side of the table.  It is the best learning experience aside from actually auditioning.

It All Starts With a Question – The Work of Bill Bryson

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Art Post

This post was in danger of being about books and as I said on Monday, book talk is for Fridays or weekends.  (This whole category thing is in danger of failing before it even truly starts.)  But I pushed myself to make it fit the Wednesday category which is about Art, generally, and lo and behold it ended up being a better post for it.  I am more creative when working within a structure.  That’s sort of the hypothesis behind my categorical blogging experiment in the first place. I hope yesterday’s post illustrates that I am willing to blend these categories rather than being confined by them.  This is another example.

But I digress.

The most important thing I learned in college (aside from all the other Most Important Things I Learned in College) was that the smartest person is not the person with the most information, necessarily, but the person who asks the best questions.  With that in mind, my favorite non-fiction author is Bill Bryson.  I would describe him as delightfully inquisitive (as opposed to irritatingly intrusive).  He takes an initial musing of “I wonder…” and turns it into a book.  Ironically, as he says, “I have long known it is part of God’s plan for me to spend a little time with each of the most stupid people on earth.”  His sacrifice, however, is our gain.  I have publicly embarrassed myself reading his books on trains and planes and in libraries because they are so very funny.

What I want to talk about is not so much the content of his writing as his approach and his style.  I am currently reading his new book At Home which is an exploration into why we as modern humans live our private lives the way we do.  Why do bathrooms look the way they look?  Why are beds the way beds are?  That sort of thing.  It reminded me of a project I took on about a year ago (now abandoned) in which I attempted to ask a similar question about office work.  Why offices look like they do, When they first appeared, when women started working in them, etc. I didn’t really know where to begin, what to ask or where to look for the information and subsequently gave up.  This is why Mr. Bryson amazes me.  Somehow, he knows where to look or who to ask that can lead him there.  Aside from his talent as a writer, therein lies this man’s genius.  Being able to research not so much odd, but rather overlooked topics is a rare skill.  The information is scattered.  There aren’t any true experts, exactly and the topic is so broad it is overwhelming.   He also draws interesting parallels and sees patterns underneath the chaos of massive amounts of information.  While I have great amounts of respect for Mr. Kurtzman, my high school chemistry teached (mostly for stifling the urge to boot me from his classes), I have often wished Bill Bryson would have  taught the subjects that didn’t come so easily to me.  The man can make me revel in numbers. I don’t know how he does it.  Most non-fiction writers use exaggeration for emphasis, while he somehow is able to emphasize something’s minuteness, the mundacity (which, unfortunately, is not a word), the ordinariness.  I admire this and I think it has applications in all art forms, not just the literate.

Of course, not everybody wants to know about the mundane.  My Mom, for example, loves his book A Walk in the Woods but glazes over when he muses about the Universe and it’s beginnings.  She also does this when my Dad and I muse about the Universe and it’s beginnings so I think it’s more a question of subject matter than style.  Still, my point is that not everybody is enthralled by every exploratory question.  Yet, I think that almost everybody is enthralled by at least ONE exploratory question.  Is it genius to be able to turn these questions into an art form or is it merely essential to being an artist?

I have long wished Mr. Bryson would turn his keen eye on Chicago.  It’s such a wonderful and bizarre place.  I would love to see it through his eyes.  He has a way of making you confirm and see the for the first time at the SAME time.  When reading his wonderful wonderful book (and probably my favorite) The Lost Continent,  I wiped tears of hilarity away as I read his account of how farmers generally handle massive traumatic injury (that is to say, they handle it well.  Too well.)  I always knew it, but I never quite looked at it that way.  Rare is the person that can make you scream with laughter while confirming, empathizing AND teaching at the same time.  I’m telling you, the guy is brilliant.  Imagine if diplomatic relations were handled in such a manner!

Hmmm…that’s actually something to consider.  Imagine if EVERYTHING was approached in that manner.  As an artist, he does all those things most mission statements purport to do, and at the same time he makes the both overwhelming and mundane experience of being human a shared experience.  Stand up comedians do this.  Actors do too.  Dancers.  Painters.  Directors.  Photographers.  I think that’s what art is to me.  The medium is the broader perspective but isn’t all art about some sort of relation to the human experience, be it shared or alienating?

Shakespeare knew this.  After all, isn’t Hamlet about a question?

Running with the wolves

I love esoteric and self-help books, and if somebody throws both into the mix, all the better. Usually, I don’t get much out of them except a weird and exuberant read. But occasionally, one hits home. And that is just exactly what I am NOT going to talk about right now.

The Renaissance Soul is not esoteric. It is self help, but not in a particularly touchy-feely way. It’s basically a 321 page permission slip to pursue all it is you want to pursue. If you are into pursuing a lot of things. And I am. There are some people, God bless them, who have a career path they want to follow and perhaps a couple “life list” types accomplishments they want to tick off their list. So help me, I have been trying to be one of those people for many years and not understanding why I kept being distracted by shiny things. And no, I don’t have attention deficit disorder. The truth is, I yam what I yam. And what I yam is interested in all sorts of things. The Renaissance Soul has given me strategies to pursue all of them, rather than one straight down the line career path. Highly recommended.

In this same vein, I bumped into a very powerful statement this week from Adolph Murie, a naturalist and scientist who both studied and saved American wolves in their natural habitat. He was speaking of McKinley National Park (Denali) when he said, “Let us not have puny thoughts. Let us think on a greater scale. Let us not have those of the future decry our smallness of concept and lack of foresight.” To me, the National Parks are treasures so grand, so impossible to fully comprehend, that I am both proud and yet humbled that I come from the country that came up with them. But on a larger note, Dr. Murie’s statement could serve as a battle cry for our generation. Maybe it will, but I know it will be a motto for me. “Let us not have puny thoughts…” Puny thoughts are frightened thoughts, thoughts made in the process of assuming the position. We have a lot of puny thinking going on in our nation right now. For example I am both saddened and disappointed by Senator Buy’s decision to resign. Gridlock will not be solved sufficiently by retreat. Puny thoughts are also tired thoughts. Exhausted thoughts. While I can’t give a pep talk to the Senate, I can give one to myself. Times are so tough right now…sort of. However, in another sense, there is this little buzz in the air. Maybe it’s just spring on it’s way. Maybe I’m excited about that Kohl’s gift card I have. Or maybe it’s just some new things I’ve been pursuing. Whatever it is, I hope I face whatever comes my way with no puny thoughts, so smallness of concept, and no lack of foresight.

A deliciously fresh flight becomes hazy and sensual when the vanilla and powdery notes of its sweet, sensual base are discovered.

I done lost my mind.

Will doesn’t read my blog so I don’t feel bad about writing this: I just spent exorbitant amounts of money on classic perfumes. I don’t even like one of them. I just wanted them on my vanity.

My goal is to have a bottle of Joy by Jean Patou and not pay for it myself. Joy is the most expensive perfume in the world. Or at least it was, before people got all tacky about things.

But today, I purchased Shalimar, White Shoulders and Tabu. I totally get why Tabu is called Tabu. It smells like…naughtiness. And not particularly in a good way. I really don’t like it. But it’s title deserves a place on my vanity.

White Shoulders, however, makes me think of Ginger’s bedroom in Casino when she first sees it. ALthough that movie takes place in the 70’s, I think White Shoulders must smell like the sixties. It’s what I imagine it smelled like when my Mom watched her Mom get ready for church. Or my Aunt Becky before she went out on a date.

Shalimar…while not exactly my cup of tea has a lovely story involving romance and the taj mahal behind it, so it also deserves a place on my vanity.

Next purchase will be Heaven Sent: It’s what my Mom wore when I was growing up. (She says they changed the formulation, but that was awhile ago. Maybe they went back.)

I’m also planning on asking for Diorissimo for Christmas. Another I won’t purchase for myself.

But where oh where did I buy these fragrances?

Why…CVS! Best kept girl on a budget secret: Check out the perfume cabinet at your local drugstore. Packed with classics and all at a reasonable price. I nearly gave the cashier a heart attack when she rang up the bill, but she’s also used to scanning my bottles of moisturizer and bags of potato chips. This is the first time I laid down some serious cash on something other than makeup.

Some day I shall waltz into Nordstrom’s, merrily (and gingerly) tossing perfume bottles into shopping bags and saying things like “put it on my account, dahlings…” And then the counter girls will say…um who are you and we don’t do “accounts” and then I will drop the bags and flee the store…

I should get back to work. But I had to confess my gluttony…and vanity…and pride…and sloth… but curiously, committing all those sins keeps me nicely away from from wrath, while hopefull inspiring lust and envy in others. (Evil wink of eye.) (Cue “Evil Night Together” by Jill Tracy. Ta ta.

It starts with Perfume

I’m going to have painters behind me all day fixing signage. (Signage is a word I never knew until I started working in the corporate world.) And here’s the thing. I kinda wanna help. I sort of love painting. It’s kind of zen. And seeing a wall change color by hand is kind of cool, and totally changes the vibe of the room. I’m actually pretty excited about this paint job. If I heard the plans correctly (they are still puttying and sanding, so I don’t know) then my wall is going to go from bland beige (not even beige. Eggshell.) to a navy blue. Like a little night sky behind me. Sure, I’m going to want to take wite-out and dot little stars on it, but I will hold back. (Still…how neat would that look?)

Space cadet project of the moment: I found a book called Visioning. You make collages to focus on what you want out of life, and lo and behold, behind old phone books and fed ex packaging lay my old bridal magazines. I have been tearing the shit out of them. While the pictures aren’t that helpful (in that I had a dream wedding), the words are pretty sappy and romantic so they will come in handy. These old Sports Illustrateds on the other hand…well, I’m keeping an open mind. I don’t particularly want to manifest linebackers in my life, but then a little muscle tone wouldn’t be bad either. I also have some back issue Wall Street Journals, a Redeye, and at lunch I’ll grab a Reader. I also picked up a National Geographic Adventure magazine (it’s not that I’m trying to have a bear in my life, per se. It’s that I’d like to see one from a safe distance…) and a copy of Decks, Porches, and Patios because who doesn’t want a deck, porch or patio?

In other news, I watched the movie Perfume last night. I ended up really liking it, but that’s not the point. I had sort of planned a beauty night (weekly or monthly ritual) where I was going to pluck my eyebrows (I did. And how. I looked mildly perplexed today…I kind of overdid it.) and generally slap on lotions and potions and eat pasta salad because Will doesn’t like it and he was watching the Bull’s game at Nick and Jay’s. So basically, it was a Betsy night. I did such a bad job on my eyebrows, sidebar, that when I heard him come in the door, I leaped into bed and pretended I was asleep so that he couldn’t see what a mess I had made out of my face.

I had a point.

Uhhhhhh….Beauty night, Perfume….ah!

So anyway, this girl in the movie had gorgeous long curls, and while my hair is not as long as hers, nor a beautiful auburn, it is naturally curly. So I thought, hell. Why not glam it up!? So I put on my favorite at home outfit (sexy white tshirt and black dance pants…yes, it’s my old studio uniform but I dug it before then so thbrrrrtttt…) and washed my hair and pincurled it for the most definition and effect.
By the end of the night, I looked like a super-surprised, sallow and over-grown Shirley Temple with boobs.
But I did have some nice pasta salad.
I’m trying again tonight. This time NO pincurls. Natural curl only, and perhaps not a murder movie on the side.