This weekend I:
lost a job (fired from the coat check. the boss thought I wouldn’t show after I expressed dissatisfaction with the (count them) two coats that were checked in 5 hours last week – so he hired another girl. so be it)
gained a night with James (Sat night spent watching New Wave rather then checkin’ coats yo!)
lost a part (the MFA callback – rocked it out but he went with the other girl)
gained another (I’ll be playing a psychotic housewife in a different short that involves knives and frying pans and a man tied up in a closet. delicious fun!)
lost a coaching session (my 60 year old prodigy booked a commercial and had to cancel)
gained a student (I now have 4! beautiful students under the age of twelve. I’m so happy!)
lost a date with the director of the film I’m producing (cancelled due to more pressing business than hanging out with anonymous actresses)
gained a friend (went and saw a play with a very talented actress from my acting class who I’m excited to get to know)
lost my lunch (food poisoning – one of the downsides of being an adventurous eater in NY – I’d say I get it about 4 times a year.)
gained some knowledge (of how to find a place in Cannes during the festival; how to make a chicken pot pie – James and I made 4!; of the three characters I am currently exploring – the young would be French girl, the psychotic housewife, and a broken hearted singer; how to look French and speak a few phrases and have a passable accent; AND how to seduce a man (James) with a French accent.
Such is the life of us thespians.
We are constantly shifting gears. We fill our schedule with meaningful events so we don’t go crazy without purpose and then erase the events and replace them with different ones when our agents or students or directors or body tells us something has come up.
it’s a dizzy life. But I’ll take it.
