I had wanted to wake up early today and get to class. Keep my training up for the audition this Friday, but I didn't. I'm still feeling sickly, and since I have a rehearsal for ICONS NYC today and the gym, I thought that was enough.
Ah, yes. We are now less than 3 weeks out of performing our little dinky drag show in an off-Broadway theatre. That's pretty cool. But there's a lot of work to be done. Today I was teacher our white queen from this year, some of our black queen's backup choreography. Our white queen from this year, Ricky, is stepping out of the limelight or in our case, fuchsia light, to backup dance. Our white queen from 2010 is returning to the starring role. Partly because he originated the show, and I also think because Ricky didn't ever want to be a drag queen. He came into audition for Naked Boys Singing, and we sort of "Paul San Marco"ed him into being our white queen. For those of you who don't get that reference please read the Paul monologue from A Chorus Line.
Anyway, Ricky is a great study and is picking up the moves quickly, which is definitely a good thing. This being the first production that has my creative name on it, I don't want it to be shabby.
After some Beyonce- and Janet-ography, I had some business to do. I finally collected my checks from Model Bartenders and dropped a resume off a men's spa in Chelsea which I'm not yet convinced is not a rub and tug.
After that, I headed to the gym. I was feeling really run down as I headed there and almost just said "fuck it" and went home. But I was and am sick of being off my normal gym routine, and was determined to workout at least a little. So I skipped cardio, and did three exercises for back and three for biceps.
I only felt mildly better by the end of my routine so I decided to grab some groceries and head home.
While at the Gristedes, I got a call from my friend Liz. She had talked to me about a project for the Academy of Art, her new place of employ. There's a holiday party they usually have some models and singers for, and they've been wanting to make it more of a performance this year, so Liz thought I could help. We had originally talked about some sort of Demoiselles d'Avignon thing, but it being a holiday party, the higher ups were thinking "holiday."
So, they've entrusted me with finding five models and three carolers for their event. I'm planning on being a model. Though being a caroler could be a little more fun and clothed, I'm pretty sure I didn't get this job because when Liz's bosses saw my pictures from Broadway Bares, they were impressed with my young, muscular voice.
So, after hanging up with them, and starting to run through my head the semi-naked pictures I've seen of my friends, I hopped the train back uptown. Unannounced to me, in the same car was Casey, Donna, and Nancy. I didn't notice them until about a stop away from home, because rush hour kept the car crowded. We all walked back together, and then repeated the events of the night previous. Except this time the food was pasta and the movie was The Little Mermaid. Again, the ladies hadn't seen it.
After that movie, I tossed in Enchanted for good measure. The three of them were drinking and having a good time and I realized that over the past two days, this was the most time I had spent in the common area with my room mate. He normally lives in his room, and that's his prerogative. But it was nice to have them all hanging. It felt almost like a home.
Netflix/Hulu+ of the night: (null) DVD of Enchanted
Non-alcoholic beverage of the night: I'm pretty sure something tea related
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