Picking up the pieces

Life is looking up. Although I returned to the hell that is Hard Rock, I have friends there and they are the only redeeming quality. Schleping burgers to hungry foreigners who speak little to no English and haven't quite figured out the tipping process is not my idea of a great time. Nor is keeping adolescents with bad manners and sticky hands calm while they wait the fifteen minutes it takes for their burger to arrive. It's critical at these times to never turn your back for more than 10 seconds or you will have a sculpture made from a mixture of ketchup, mustard, salt and Sweet 'n Low. This is usually topped of one of those little flags they stick in the burgers. Nice touch...how creative. Their mothers must be so proud. So, moving on. Tomorrow I am hair colorist extraodinaire. I will be coloring two of my new friends hair from HRC. I'm very excited and I'll post a picture of my work when complete. I'm doing highlights for one and blue/black with burgundy chunks for the other. Very exciting. I'm also hanging out with my friend Cami tomorrow. I haven't seen her for a few months and her husband is out of town so we get to play. I started auditioning after my humiliating experience and I feel like I'm back on track. Live and learn. "Experience is a hard teacher because she gives the test first, the lesson afterwards." I read that somewhere as I was walking through the city and it struck me. Okay, I've learned. Now the second test is to not make the same mistakes. Great...a retake. So, I don't screw up anymore. That means, I triple check and prepare well in advance. Onto the best news. I'M GOING TO SEE TORI ON MONDAY IN PHILLY!!! Very good. Gordon bought my other ticket for his sister which is perfect. I haven't met April yet, but I'm not worried. I'm sure she's fabulous. I'm going to call my friend Scott because he knows the bass player for Tori, Jon Evans. You never know, maybe he can hook us up...better seats...back stage passes. It's all about the connections baby! Maybe I can go check out the Walnut Street Theatre while I'm there. I'm going to audition for them next Tuesday right after I get back to NY. Now, I must try and sleep, which has been an impossible task lately. I can't get my mind to slow down. This sucks because my body is exhausted and my mind could run a marathon. I've always had this problem. I hadn't really thought about it until lately, but I was always high strung at night. My mom used to have to sing to me or rub my head until I could sleep. I'm sure this got old for her because she was replaced by a tape of ocean sounds. I just stress myself out too much about succeeding. It used to be about school. Get one "A" and you're expected to get them forever (or so I thought). Now, it's auditioning, work, marriage, family, bills, housework. I only wish it was as easy as a test or a paper I have due and a tape with ocean sounds would make it all go away. But it's life and I take it one day at a time. If I have time tomorrow and it's not raining I'm going to take some pictures around my neighborhood so I can do some pen and ink drawings. Maybe if I take some time to escape life for a while I will be able to deal, prioritize and finally get some restful sleep. Goodnight.