There is one resolution I didn’t mention:
I will smoke no more than once a week.
I like to smoke pot. I do it when I have to clean the house. Or in this case, when I spend a belated birthday with my mother-in-law.
Oh – not to avoid relating to her. She’s the bad influence.
There really is no time to smoke more than once a week in the year 2010 -
but tonight was the night I was to go out with my very wild mother in law for a late birthday celebration. We had never gone out just the two of us to party in the 8 years that we have known each other and with James at a work party, tonight was the night.
So, 5 days into the new year, I broke my resolution and smoked with my mother in law (I had smoked 6 days before on new year’s eve.)
These things happen and sometimes in life you have to go with the flow. Smoking teaches you that. The trick is for it not to teach you too much so that you’re always just going with the flow. Or nothing will get done.
But all was done for the night outside of an MFA film project callback for Thursday. And that can wait till tomorrow.
Plus, now I have something to blog about. : )
I am not advocating the use of illegal drugs in America.
But I do think it makes me a better person if on occasion (no more than once a week), I smoke pot in the privacy of my own home.
I get out of my groove. Stop worrying about things I can’t control. And get things done that otherwise seem menial.
And I philosophize. James calls me The Philosopher when I smoke. Because I filabuster him with something to say on everything.
Tonight, with him gone and me back home from going out with the mom in law (a lot of fun by the way) I just have you to philosophize to.
I had three auditions today. McDonalds. Lean Cusine. And Verizon. All voice over. All in the booth for 5 minutes, but an hour apart, running around to different parts of the city for the silly, fun task of reading and recording commercial copy a few times over with a casting director in the hopes of making $5,000 and pleasing my agents so they send me out more. It took up the better half of the day.
Voice over auditions are taking over my life.
Three today. Three tomorrow. And it’s only Tues. night.
I’m not complaining. I am so so happy to be getting auditions. An actor without auditions is like a a painter without paint. There’s no potential there.
But – I live deep in Brooklyn so its not terribly convenient to run home in between auditions when they’re at 10:30, 11:25, and 1:40 as they were today – or 11, 2, and 5 as they are tomorrow. And let’s face it, as crucial as it is to pay the bills, voice over auditions aren’t exactly artistically enlightening.
So in the dead of winter, with an hour or two in between auditions spread out all over the city, you are forced to explore the city – check out new bars, coffee shops – or during less glamour times, look for the closest Starbucks. And try and get some work done.
I had hoped to spend the day tomorrow papering my neighborhood (a neighborhood that is surprisingly provencial for NYC in the sense that a lot of the people in the neighborhood don’t leave the neighborhood) with posters for my kid’s class.
That will not be happening. All the kid like stores will be closed by the time I get home around 7.
I’m starting to sweat it. I start classes in a week and a half and I only have two confirmed students and two potential students. What if only two people show up?
For three hours? My mother in law, Gina, she says “then you just make them the best three hour class they’ve ever had.”
That makes sense. But I’m still a little worried.
But there is nothing like a little pot to postpone the worry of what you cannot change. Thank you, Gina.
Once home, I ended the evening doing something I never do. Watching television.
I haven’t watched a show since I was last on TV in September. You’d be surprised how many actors don’t watch television. Until they have a reason to.
Fittingly, I hulu-ed Weeds since I’d never seen it and had recently met an actor who has a reoccurring on the show.
Like the pot, Weeds gave me a chance to relax. That is, after all, why most people watch television. To relax and stop worrying about the life they cannot change tonight. It is America’s D.O.C. -well, that and Prozac (but I digress.)
Tomorrow I shall tackle the problem of students. For now, Good Night you voyeurs, smokers, readers, and watchers.
