Hey all! A lot has happened since my last entry, so prepare yourself for a long post. Whatever that means for you. Some popcorn might be in order. In any case, I'm just going to jump right into the update.
My aunt, Sally, came to visit me two weekends ago and we had a perfectly lovely time. On the way to pick her up, though, I was joined on the "el" by an old man with big crazy hair, a neon orange zip-up and a baseball cap. At first, he just came over to say, "Thank you for being a beautiful blonde." I was flattered until he moved over and sat beside me and told me he was a poet and philosopher and that he could talk to dogs. Longest train ride ever. Once Sally got there, however, we had a lot of fun, going to shows such as "Baby Wants Candy" and "The Best of Second City." At "The Best of Second City," we met this group of fabulous old ladies visiting from Minnesota. We sat with them during the show and just had a wonderful time.
The weather was perfect when Sally was here, so we did a lot of walking and even ate at a cute little outdoor cafe called, "Old Jerusalem." I had my first falafel, which was delicious, but not near as waffle-like as I had expected. We also went to Coldstone twice, because the first time we went, there a cute and funny guy behind the counter. We joked about the ice cream cups being made by child labor in third world sweat shops. It was then that I realized that fate and sweet, sugary goodness had brought us together. I haven't gone back since to visit my Coldstone boyfriend, but I like knowing only as much as I do. He could turn out to be an anti-semitic satanist cult-leader or something, and that's not something I'm prepared to live with. I shall just hold on to that glorious moment in the ice cream shop.
Last week, I fulfilled one of my big dreams of performing stand-up comedy. In fact, I did it three times. I hit two open mics and performed for all of Comedy Studies. I must say, once you've done stand-up at a small seedy bar, nothing in the world can scare you. (The sole exeption is spiders. They are still wildly terrifiying.) All three times went well. I didn't kill, but I certainly didn't bomb, and that's all any beginning stand-up can ask for. My only fiasco was right after my first open mic. I was so excited that I had made it through without passing out, vomiting, or spontaneously combusting that I tried to skip off stage. In my excitement, however, my boot got wrapped in the cord and I pulled the mic out of the stand and proceeded to drag it back to my seat. Luckily, the drunk spectators found it hilarious. In fact, I quite enjoyed the overall stand-up experience and have every intention of honing my craft and seeing where it goes.
This past weekend, I went back to Warsaw to see Grace's production of "Little Shop of Horrors." It was so freakin' phenominal. I was so proud of all of David's work. David designed the set, costumes, poster, and played the starring role. He is so amazing, and I can't wait to see where he goes in his career. I was so proud watching it, I got a little choked up at points. David is one of my best friends in the world, and I honestly feel so lucky to be a part of his life. Everyone else was great as well. I got to connect with some old friends and even make some new ones. Ashlee was hilarious as the bag lady on Skid Row and Peaches was just all around fierce. I was so glad to be able to attend the show, but not being a part of it was killing me. I snuck backstage before the show and at intermission, though the sign said, "cast and crew only." Not being a part of that group for once was really weighing heavily on me. Don't get me wrong, I love it here in Chicago. I'm having the time of my life, getting hit on by old crazy men and falling in love with professional ice cream scoopers, but that group is a very special group of people and they will always have a place in my heart.
My ensemble is finally starting to write our showcase, and I can see that it's going to be amazing. This is going to be a show that I can be very proud of. Allow me a cheap, brief plug. There are shows on May 12th and 13th at The Second City Etc stage. Tickets aren't available yet, but I'll let you know as soon as I know anything. Alright, this was ungodly long and I have to go watch some Will & Grace for some homework. Seriously. Life is grand here. Keep on truckin'!
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