Archive for June, 2011

June 17, 2011

Change of Plans

Sooooooo … today was supposed to be the day I directed your attention over to the “Workin’ It Out” tab and asked about your goals (and who was going to run the MCM 10k with me!). Grand plans for talk of training and fitness and goals and wellness and so on.

But, you see how only day 1 is marked off? Well, yah. This happened:


Yep, blew out the knee. Here’s the interesting bit … I’m not sure HOW I did it. The first training day I noticed it was hurting, so I haven’t run since then … and it’s only gotten worse. Today, we get the brace. JOY.

So … who has recommendations on stuff I can do to not lose the base I’ve built up, while I heal? It’s not like a bike or elliptical is going to do me much good right now. And Zumba is totally out of the question.

Quick! Someone help before I go drown my sorrows in cookie dough!


June 16, 2011

Meet Miss Christy

Hey guys, guess what? My best friend from high school recently completed her time at San Jose State University, and graduated with a degree in photography! Fancy! ::happy dance::

Isn’t she gorgeous?

Besides being completely and utterly proud of her (because DUH, of course I am!), I am totally blown away with her skill. I mean really, the amazing things that comes out of her camera are just crazy.

So with that let me introduce you to Christy, of Christina Brunk Photography:

(Click on it! It expands!)

What did I tell you?

Christy’s in the Bay Area, and available for pretty much anything you can throw at her: families, kids, graduations, engagements, maternity, trash-the-dress (in pools! and fountains!) … and I have a sneaking suspicion you could talk her into bridal portraits (and maybe even a wedding?) without too much trouble. =)

She also (clearly, I mean what DOESN’T this girl do?) does actual fine art photography and is currently working on pricing for prints. So all you art lovers out there? Go check out her stuff. Trust me. It’s GORGEOUS.

And all you Bay Area ladies? Christy’s a blast. Get to know her, hang out. She’s good people … and she won’t steal your beer. Win win, right? Oh … and she went to school with Emily (of Emily Takes Photos), so you KNOW she rocks.


Photo Blog:


* All photos used courtesy of Christina Brunk Photography.

June 15, 2011

A Nice Round Number

It has come to my attention that there are no photos available online of me in high school. Something seems off about that. I promise to have at least one scanned in (and posted) by tomorrow. ::nods:: For now, all you need to know? Our colors were purple and silver, and our mascot was a cougar. I was about 20 lbs heavier. Much silliness ensued.

So. Yesterday was exactly 10 years from the day I graduated high school. Which is funny when you think about the fact that I still get people assuming I’m 19 years old. (Is it that I look really young, or that the 19 year olds are looking much older now?)

It’s a little surreal, and just … odd. Though it does offer a convenient way to nail down how many years I’ve known people. But for the most part it’s just … well, I can’t describe it. I tend to float through, living life, and not paying much attention to time. So, to have a solid time frame to line things up with? WEIRD.

It should be said, there will be a reunion, and I am not going. Partially because it’s on Labor Day weekend in California (hello expensive flights + accommodations + THE UBER EXPENSIVE REUNION TICKET PRICE**), but mostly because anyone I am interested in seeing I’ve kept in touch with. Facebook is a wonderful, wonderful thing.

So … how about you guys? Have your reunions happened yet? Coming up soon? Are you JUST out of high school and the thought of 10 years is something you’re not paying attention to?

* The one big exception to this has been the past year. I’ve promised the husband I’ll stop telling him “Happy Anniversary!” on the 15th of each month once we hit one year. He’s got 2 months to go. What? I’m a sap!

** $150 PER PERSON. This is for a 4 hour event, including dinner (but not drinks), and a DJ. The excuse is that “September is prime wedding season, and everything is more expensive!” Um … no. The venue – ok, there’s an expense. The food is definitely an expense. And the DJ, of course. But they’ve said up front that all “decorations” and photography have been donated. Invites went out online. They’ve admittedly done nothing else for it. (Which is fine.) If 300 people show up (the capacity of the venue) that’s $45k. Having just searched venues in that area (for the sister’s wedding), I know the venue rental costs $3,000. So, catering and DJ are $42k? Shenanigans. Shenanigans I say!

June 14, 2011

Fill Your Life With Sound

Man, Tony night. What a kick in the gut, am I right? The night that anyone, anywhere, who has ever been in the theatre world dreams of being back. Dreams of being back HARD. Let’s put it this way, when the husband mentioned wanting to change the channel to watch the Ironman Half, I may or may not have pulled out the puppy dog eyes and whined “But my peeeeeeeeeeeeeople!”

What? Don’t judge.

Seriously though, I miss it. I miss the exhilaration of opening night … hell, of every night … the completely indescribable feeling of putting yourself out there for an audience … even the sleep deprivation that comes from doing professional theater AND holding down a day job at the same time. Gotta make the bills somehow, right?

I’ve been very blessed to have worked with some world class directors, and even better actors. (Seriously, yo. I’ve done shows with people currently on Broadway. ) I even, somehow, got up the guts to lie my way into an audition (the age cut off was 22. I was 24, but looked 19.) for Spring Awakening, and be called back. (This is not bragging … at the call back I cracked HARD. Poor poor note, never to be hit during my time slot.) Made some excellent friends, tested my boundaries, had my abilities praised in the reviews (and laughed at … in reviews!) and learned I can be fearless.

The Municipal Abattoir – The Crucible – San Diego*

And then, I left California.

God, I miss it. I miss being able to find an audition every couple of months … and if not cast, find a tech opportunity (my training is actually in design (lighting/set/costume), not performing). From what I’ve seen so far, that’s just not possible in DC. The once-a-year open call for all companies in the area is not something I’m familiar with, and so, I keep missing it. I’m not wholly convinced theater of any level beyond community is something possible in DC, if you only have nights and weekends to devote to it. Which is a really depressing thought.

And then, the Tonys roll around again. With the glitz, the glamour, the gay, and all the love you can imagine. The look of pure joy on the faces of the performers taking their bows while being bombarded with the wild applause of their peers. The overjoyed support from the gathered members when someone who truly deserves to win wins. (I’m thinking John Gallagher, Jr. in 2007. That audience would NOT sit down, they were so thrilled for him. Me, too. I was dancing around my living room giddy.) The camaraderie among everyone in attendance. And the pure love for the art and magic they are creating every day. It’s enough to melt anyone’s heart, and make those of us that know the theater to be home yearn to go back.

Someday, someday I will.

Judging by the recent Twitter talk … I’m totally not alone in this. I do not find it surprising in the least that so many of you that I’ve gotten close to are theatre kids, too. Funny how we all find each other, right?

And just because I have to … some of my favorite moments:

Book of MormonI Believe – Good lord, someone bottle this boy’s voice. It’s incredible, and I want it for my very own treasure. I MUST see this show.

Sutton Foster sobbing (and getting me sobbing) over her dresser. I know it’s a habit of hers, but to watch her both mourn for his leaving and rejoice in his new adventure … that’s EXACTLY it, isn’t it?

The band not having the heart to play Nikki M. James off. She was just too good, and true, and too overcome to cut short. And while we’ve all heard the bumblebee bit before, her take … ” I come from a long line of bumblebees” … just KILLED me.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have some old librettos to dig out.

* San Diego … man what a show. The scene pictured? Yah, let’s just say that by the end of the run the tear in that skirt was all the way up to the waistband, I’d spent 3 months explaining to coworkers that no, the bruises on my arms did NOT mean my boyfriend was beating me (nice death clutch there, Ryan), and I had a broken foot. Also courtesy of Ryan. Ryan and the heavy boots he stomped around the scene (and right over my bare foot) in. Ah, the things we do for art. ::shakes head::

** Contrary to the photos, I REALLY HAVE had roles where I didn’t look so concerned. MUST. FIND. PHOTOGRAPHIC. PROOF.

*** Anyone who can name the post title reference gets a cookie. Promise.

June 13, 2011


So, the plan for today, on the heels of the Tonys (My PEOPLE!!), was to get into the nitty-gritty of theatre … and theater. ::winks::

We’ll get to that tomorrow. Today, this is more important.

No one here should be surprised that I’m a huge Dan Savage fan. His columns are hilarious, his speaking is always insightful, and his books are unabashedly real. I’ve had the pleasure of meeting him, and trust me, he’s exactly the fierce, outspoken, honest, kind man you’d expect him to be.

This weekend, he posted this video:

The bit about not wanting to publicly identify as Christian for fear of being lumped into the anti-gay movement? TOTALLY been there. I’ve left churches over their outspoken anti-LGBTQ stances. (Little known fact: I attended Saddleback Church before Rick Warren became a sensation. I left when a good friend was kicked out for being gay … and then his mother was kicked out for “raising a sinner.” I’m not exaggerating. Or joking. I wish I was.) I’ve participated in rallies, campaigned against Prop 8, faced down Westboro Baptist, and learned when the exact moment comes that it is ok to hang up on my mother to not incite an all out war regarding sexuality. Among many, many other things.

It’s NOT enough.

Let’s speak up. Let’s vote with our dollars. Let’s keep campaigning. Let’s scream in their faces and NOT. SHUT. UP. until they listen. It’s the very VERY least we can do when our friends and families are STILL being treated so poorly.