In-freaking-sane

Homeless people walking across Broadway in DROVES, sketchy staged readings, hysterical CFO's, bizarro consultants, and shady printers. All in a mothafuggin days work.

I am more likely to act maternal towards certain friends...what is the meaning?

Hung out during Stacey's accupuncture procedure...read Lucky....two issues. I need more money.

Butt hurt

I just haven't posted a decent entry in a GREAT WHILE. My body is just trying to catch up from all this abuse I've put it through. MEH.

The show is over, BUT I have auditions for a dinner playhouse next week! Its running Fiddler, Blood Brothers, I Love You, You're Perfect, Now Change, and Grease. New headshots on Sunday. I'm working with Rob Hawthorne--this past week he's been in Cabo shooting the Broncos cheerleaders for their swimsuit catalog. He must LOATHE his life.

I'm OD-ing on the Springs set #2 of friends. I am a true playa.

Chris is most likely in Germany right now. I heart that kid.

Tanner is IN Germany, but will be heading back to Iraq for 20 more days...then he is all mine. Muahahah! Sushi fest, people.

I have a RIDICULOUS amount of photos in which to post. Stay tuned.

No rest for the wicked

Dear G-D, I had an hour of sleep last night. The past 12 hours have been HELL on wheels. I don't remember driving to work this morning.

Last night, however, was mucho kickass---thanks to the SPRINGS PowWow troupe #541.

This weekend is going to be superb---closing weekend of the show, and I have mucho people coming every night to see it. You all rule.

NAP.

One of my many LOOKS for Sweet Charity. Jealous?

CRASH

I called in today because I am unable to get out of bed. It is all catching up with me...and I thought I could hide. Silly girl.

Again, I hate to say it ONCE MORE, but I am operating on negative time. I'm lucky to floss my teeth in my car, en route to obligation numero 287.

I hate to be a bitch, but...

Auditions in two weeks for the dinner theatre...oh, its ON. I am getting my headshots done by THE Rob Hawthorne, which is fabulous. Performance Now is doing Secret Garden this next winter...UGH. No thanks. Mandy, you nailed it.

Women are a dime a dozen in NY...

We open in two days.

THE. DAY. OF. THE. SHOW. YA'LL.

I miss the Chris-meister.

DEAD CALVES.

New agency?

HANG NAIL.

Seeing way too many breasts this week. WTF?

NO energy.

Cherry Limeade OBSESSION.

We have eaten, and are satisfied

Day two down. Holy CRAP, I have so much shit to do at work tomorrow. Organize a retreat, work on that excel project, and completely update the death policy...contacting every single county on a wild goose chase. GOOD times. And those are just the *major* projects. I also need to find a venue for our CMS celeb.

Met with JYW and Erik w/ Bias to discuss high holy days. Erik hooked me up with passes to the Mag launch party this weekend in LoDo. Sweet jodi blue eyes...I'll have to go post-opening.

Don't go numero DOS in the dressing room bizathroom, biotch.

Tilapia pudding.

NO TIME.

I have looked at the clock EXACTLY at 11:11 both times today. Ugh.

I need a vaykay.

You don't know

Night one of Sweet Charity tech: DOWN. A zillion more to follow...

I invented spellcheck.

Sometimes you can get a little too excited about Sonic popcorn chicken. I.E. = moi.

Last night was an absolute blast. Chris and Kendra came up from the Springs for a rousing bout of karaoke and rable-rousing up in Denver. Travis and Jordan made a cameo towards the end of the evening---photos to come. Irish car bombs? Uh yes. Britney rendition? Its a given. Having some random dude stuff singles down my shirt? Classy. Wayne Newton look-alike giving me a rose formed from a bar napkin? Priceless.

Purchase of new character shoes today...a new dawn.

I need to get to Chi-town.

Snagged some new running shorts today...

This schedule is allowing me NO LIFE. Meh. The show must go on.

I enjoy the LCC, but it could be bigger.

Salsa dancing in the Springs in TWO weeks: let the countdown commence!

JYW event tomorrow--and I did receive 2 email alerts that single, Jewish men would be in attendance.

It never ceases to amaze me.

Is it Friday yet?

Update Bonanza

Wow, the past two weeks have been EL hectic.

The AFA graduation was sweet...the musical opens next weekend, and I am sooo getting burned out on el job. I am more than ready to go to CSU this fall. Oh, its HAPPENING. I'm also getting fed up with the show already---sure, it will be better when we're actually RUNNING. Rehearsals are just eating up any and ALL of my free time. This, in turn, is making me stressed out and with little time to spend with people. So my apologies are extended in your general direction, folks....if it has seemed like I have been avoiding you.

The excitement will soon be on the wane.

I loathe transitions.

I need to go run. Adieu-

MOVING = HELL.

This week is dragging like that freaking 124 pound catfish that guy caught. Is it just me, or did that thing look like a bloated, dead body? UNKOSHER.

Work shmork.

Shabbat Unplugged.

---I've gotta digest 3 chapters of Covey before Friday morn. UGH.

I need an iBook NOW. Just UPGRADE to the 512.

This weekend = glorious.

Ciao-

That duck ate my 50 bucks

Last night hit up JYW, then picked up Jon's shite at MAC. Headed down to the SPRANGS for some good times--Memphis BBQ/barring/wenching. Hit the go-cart place...rocked some laser tag and v. reality crap.

Wrapped up the evening at the V Bar. Had some incredibly girlie maritinis, discussed the vast intricacies of life, and then crashed. Drove back up from the Springs this AM, showered at the rents' house, and headed to musical rehearsal at noon. Sprung loose from musical rehearsal at 5:45, headed back to the rents for a SOLID run. Ran into Zach and Eli at the lake whilst running...TRES bizarre. Almost stepped on a snake. Ugh.

And now the sun is going down...all the windows are open, and I am sitting here in my knickers taking down a fuzzy navel. The breeze is DELICIOUS.

Tonight I'm putting together an action plan to get all my shit into CSU by the end of the week. We can DO it.

I am in desperate need of a shower post-run and 5 hours of dance.

CONTAINS SULFITES.

Great skills

Work was killer today; definitely felt like work.

Ran my 3.

HOLY SHIT. Eli found someone to take over my half of the lease. She could be moving in as early as NEXT WEEK!! I am AMAZED. Hoorah extra mulah in which to play with. Muahahaha!

I have such a crush on Seal.

Jon is coming up tomorrow for Mac purchasation @ Cherry Creek. Karaoke? Most likely. Margs? Count on it.

I need to shop. LONG overdue.

I need some gatorade.

Hebrew Hammer

The baddest Heeb this side of Tel Aviv.

Tres busy at work. HOORAH promotion. Met Iman tonight post-work to discuss the new ad campaign...meeting with my photog tomorrow to see how we can rock these ideas into reality.

Excited about CSU.

ETHICS.

Flashy McFlasherson

This weekend = seemed like NO weekend. Ugh.

Heavy duty rehearsal ALL weekend. Spent some time with Jon last night---brainstormed for the new marketing campaign for JYW and had some great times. Parents returned from the cruise this evening. Wing night. GRAY'S Anatomy. I like that show entirely too much.

CHICAGO.

And now I run.

Let the games begin...

Rabbi....

You have some schmutz on your upper lip.

Now we're even.

Second HEEB event tonight with Josh and JYW. Decent turnout. GROWTH.

Wait, oh wait a minute....let me just go ahead here and pre-empt your scorn. THANKS!

TURN AROUND

Just returned from our JYW HEEB Magazine event. Good times. Going to Hillel tomorrow pre-Josh speaking engagement to help host. We plan on meeting various HOT, DU Jewish boys.

HOORAH networking. I met this chick who is an accupuncture specialist...she is totally hooking me up in the next few weeks. Moi = excited. Just LET THE ENERGY FLOW.

I realized that my creativity has been SQUELCHED, thanks to the corporate enviro. I need to surround myself with some more crazy ass people to keep my energy and creativity at optimum flow.

I AM THE CANDY MAN

GET ANDREA OR GET OUT

Sing it if you understand...

So here's the dealio: Cingular needs to give me my freaking money back. It has almost taken them a MONTH to refund an extra payment into my account. Redonkulous.

Jon was FIRED by his doctor. I. AM. CRACKING.

Making some TAN progress. WOOT.

Hit up the elliptical post-work. SWEAT.

Go home.