Happy Turkey Day

As if I didn't get enough riding on a bus in the last couple of months, what did I do today? That's right, I took a Greyhound from NY to Philly. Not a very long ride but infinitely more uncomfortable than the tour bus. The reason for this ill-timed commute...Thanksgiving dinner. I can't complain though, if it weren't for my fabulous friend Deborah I would be heating up a frozen Hungry Man. Thanks Deb for providing a pseud fam. The entire night was very fulfilling and entertaining, thanks to gay uncle Larry. Everyone should have a gay relative...livens things up. I did miss my real family though. My dad makes a bomb ass dinner and I really can't say anything compares. My parents were all alone this year since their kids are spread all over the globe. I'm in NY, Nick had to work and Christel's still in China. We'll talk about her dinner later. Mom and dad ended up going to Granny's house with my aunt, uncle, cousins and all of their kids. Here's a funny little story, my four year old cousin Weston asked my mom and dad when they were going to have children. He told them it was time. Tee hee! My mom was tickled. Poor Christel...no turkey in sight. She did alright though, potstickers and duck. Yum? She invited all of her Chinese friends and they made paper turkey decorations. I guess that will do. I can't wait to see everyone in just a few weeks. I love you all. ~Rochie

Self-medicating at the mall

Current mood: creative
So, I have this termial disease. It's called shopping. Actually, I think it's genetic and was passed down from my parents. In any case, I have it and it was in full force today. It doesn't help that I live within walking distance from the largest mall in NYC. I'm convinced the mall has a homing beacon for all of us who are infected. I found myself strolling out the front door to take a peaceful walk around the block and before I knew it I'm walking through shiny glass doors into the cavernous corridor of a glorious retail palace. Since I'm not raking in the cash right now I really didn't spend that much. In fact, I was quite the bargain shopper. Instead of buying a bunch of overpriced items, I sauntered from store to store taking in all the latest fads and then proceeded to buy materials to recreate what I saw on my own. New projects...yea! I'm convinced I can make anything out there for less money and with more of my personal flare. Okay, maybe not jeans, but I'll tackle that next year.

New York...home.

Dazed, I made my way down the subway stairs today draped in bags, a backpack and a pocket book and dragging behind me two overstuffed suitcases. The familiar rumbling and gust of air from the oncoming train gave me my first jolt back into reality. New York, I'm home. No more traveling from hotel to motel, waking up in a different city every day with no recollection of where I've been or what day it is. No more eating fast food (that is if we can get the cooking gas hooked up) and no more contorting my body into a pretzel-like state in order to sleep on a tour bus.
I'm tired and sore and mentally exhausted, yet I can't get myself to slow down. So, here I am starting something I have always wanted to do, an online journal. If I can keep this up it will truly be an accomplishment. Being out on the road has given me plenty of time to think about my life and if I don't record some of it I may forget and begin my contiuous cycle of "what do I do now".
So the plan, as it stands today, is to research agents, find at least 3 auditions a week, and in the meantime live the actors dream of schleping burgers to hungry tourists at the Hard Rock Cafe. Woo hoo!
Before I start that, I'm going to take the longest shower of my life, curl up in my comfy robe, sip a cup of Grandma's Sleepytime tea and drift off to sleep in my own bed with my own pillows and sheets I know are clean. Life can wait until tomorrow.