Thanks "friends"

There was an SVA actor/filmmaker mixer the other night. As pessimistic as I was feeling about flaky directors who talk a big game but never deliver, School of Visual Arts has by far produced the best student films I’ve done.

I was expecting this thing to be lame (perhaps just a projection of my bad attitude) but when I approached there was a line to get in! When I was standing there this girl comes up and cuts the line by merging next to me. I was kind of put off but kind of didn’t care until she started talking to me. I was there alone so when she decided that we would be friends I was kind of grateful. Once inside we pounced on some animators pronto to chit chat, and I don’t know if it was the slight bit of competition from my “friend” or if I just don’t give myself enough credit, but I was a fabulous schmoozer. As me and my buddy met other people together I began to sense more and more that we were not actually friends. I mean, I was selling my self as improv-trained comedy and writing girl whereas she was very much period piece dramatic emoting girl but still- bitch bolted while I was very passionately sharing my gut wrenching disgust for horrendous network sitcoms like Two and a Half Men and (gag) Big Bang Theory. Good riddens. I frickin worked it solo! I handed out all of my headshots and business cards, lost my voice by the end, and I even got some sprite young things interested in MY project. BOOM! FO’ REAL!

AND to make my evening even better, I stopped in a bodega on the way to the train and saw these rare beauties:
I’ve only had the mango one once and it was THE SHIT. I look for them everywhere but to no avail until…ta-dah! Is this a sign from god? I bet it is.

SUCK MY ARIZONA! I OWN THIS CITY!