Introspective cerebration...absolutely not

Throwing all sanity and inhibition to the wind is an exhilarating experience. Because these moments are few and far between for me these days, when they happen, they happen in a big way. Thus was the case last night when I joined my coworkers for a mini music fest at Siberia. My buddy Joe was in the first band, Shotgun Wedding. I was very impressed with them and they got my blood pumpin'. Next up...The Legendary 10oz...that's right, comprised solely of Hard Rock servers banning together to create an authentic musical experience that ROCKS!!! This is when my alter ego, we'll call her Libby, decided to make an appearance. I joined the ranks of my fellow employees and began dancing like a crazy woman. I didn't care what anyone thought and soon others joined in. This went on for the entire 10oz set. I took a short break to catch my breath while the Adrenals set up (my friend, Bethany's band). As soon as the music started I was right back in there. I think, together with Legendary 10oz members, Aaron, Cliff and Josh we created a vortex of dance energy that transcended a parallel universe. At one point I had so many endorphins I had chills all over, up and down my spine. Too much fun I tell ya.



The night ended. Along with everyone else, I was drenched in sweat, and although I was tired, I was on such a high. Who needs drugs or alcohol and why would you want that shit to ruin this feeling. Can't beat it...well, maybe one other thing can beat it, but it's a close second.



I think what would have made the night 'perfect' is if I had been one of the performers...if I had a band, and we rocked. Maybe one day I'll finally have the courage to make that dream a reality.





Speaking of parallel universes...



Work has been crazy lately. All manner of life forms have wandered through Times Square and right into Hard Rock. I can't even begin to tell you everything, but here's a few key words and phrases and I'll let your imagination run wild: stolen credit cards, Fleet Week, "My TEETH! You threw away my teeth", NYPD, groups of 200-300 teenagers, asthma attacks, ambulances, more NYPD, and one little person in charge...me.



The missing teeth was the highlight, a blog wouldn't do it justice. It's too funny, starting with the Russian server with a dry sense of humor to the crazy old lady digging through the trash, sobbing one second and screaming the next. An experience I'll never forget.


With all this said, I'm now going to take a nap and rest my sore body. Obviously the dancing took a toll. Guess I'm not a teenager anymore.

I haven't written much lately. Truly, it's only because there really hasn't been that much going on. What I may think of as mundane could actually be interesting to others, but I must tell you...things have been beyond mundane. I am completely on a routine which consists of work and barely sleeping. I'm still in limbo with my job which makes it harder and harder to trust and to feel comfortable about accepting a management position. But, I'm sticking with it. I need to get into a new apartment an pay off my debt.

Work was pretty fun yesterday though. James Blunt played the Hard Rock and I was supervising. I need to keep reminding myself that these are the little perks that make my job interesting...free concerts.

Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown have a photo shoot there tomorrow. HAHAHA!!! They have an f'n rider...for a photo shoot. And you should see it. We have to have these special kind of BBQ ribs that have to be flown in and other such nonsense. It's absolutely ridiculous.

It's getting to be so beautiful here, sunny and less wind. I'm not ready for the heat of the summer, but I'm livin' it up with the spring. I'm already on my way to stocking up my new little wardrobe for the season. Yea, fantastic throw-backs to the 80's. I can't wait for my walks through the park, the upper west side and my new favorite place to explore...the east village.

Speaking of walks...I did the Aids Walk on Sunday with the Ambassador group from Hard Rock. It really was a great experience and I'm always amazed at how many people show up. Thousands and thousands, truly as far as you can see. Maybe I made a difference, or mattered, even if only for a few hours.

I've lost my faith in america

Chris is gone and what is everyone thinking!!! That's it, I'm done. This is exactly why I haven't watched this damn American Idol for the last few seasons. Done.

So, my audition yesterday went very well. I would say it was one of my best. Whether or not the casting director felt the same way remains to be seen. Who knows when I'll hear anything. I hope soon.

Today, I played all day with my friends children while they were running errands and cleaning and such. Jill has three boys...Mason, Ethan and Owen (all under the age of six) and Alicia has two boys...Saul and Louie (4 and 2) and a baby girl, Nancy (3 months). They are so absolutely cute and fun. I got my mommy fix for a bit, then I said "goodbye" and came home to my very calm and quiet apartment.

Still upset over Chris.


Hey Ty...DEEJ.

Well SHIT LUCKY ME

A pigeon pooped on me. Not just pooped...splattered...in my hair, on my jacket, my pants and my bag. I was rushing to work from the subway, on my phone, and *BAM* I was hit. I stood there in shock for what seemed like a minute or two trying to figure out what had just happened. A very nice bartender from the Hearland Brewery saw the entire thing and rushed to my aide, pulling me inside and directing me to the restroom with a cloth to wash off. This is probably the most discusting thing that's happened to me here, aside from the guy on the subway jerkin' off in front on me while I was asleep.

Everyone I talked to today tells me this is good luck. I sure as hell hope so, because you can't just get shat upon without some kind of positive reprocusion. Not thirty seconds before this happened, I was on the phone with a theatre company calling me in for an audition. Now that better be my pigeon poop good fortune. Here's the irony, the call-back is for a bird character in Seussical, the musical. HAHAHAHA!

I love New York.

Gertrude McFuzz (one of my dream roles, this pigeon shit thing better work)

Dear Diary

My optimism today was astounding. Maybe it was the beautiful day, warm and sunny with a little breeze. Maybe it was my new Lucky magazine, freshly marked with all the future new additions to the closet. Or, maybe it was my flowing skirt and my little black flats (which happen to be my namesake shoes...yep, they are called 'Rochelle' shoes). Whatever the reason, I was smiling and skipping down the streets. I didn't let anything at work get me down. I was dancing behind the bar, laughing and smiling uncontrollably. I can't really explain this change in attitude, I only hope it will last.

Although I was on such a high today, underneath it I was missing my family terribly. I wanted to fly to Salt Lake right away and spend time with them. I miss my Dad's pancakes, and my Mom's laughter as well as her endless collection of spa products. I miss my beautiful sister and my exceptionally talented brother. I love you all and wish I could be there today. Why today? I don't know, just to share my happy day.

New Beginnings

It's the first of May, a new month and a fresh start. I have a beautiful new computer with a second hard drive to back up all my files. It turns out I did lose everything...all of my files including all of my pictures for the last four years, all of my music, and pretty much everything I've ever written. I'm surprised that my reaction is so calm. I'm sad, yes, but there are more important things in this world to worry about. The word of the day for me is benign and with this fresh palette I have endless possibilities.



I don't have much time right now to write, but I have all day tomorrow off and will fill everyone in on what's been going on.



YEAH!!! I'M BACK!