adventures in awesomeness…

Do Your Morals Need Supporting?

My audition was at 7:40pm and I needed to arrive 15 minutes early. If the drive was 50 minutes without traffic, what time would Ruby and I need to leave her house in order to stop by Ikea on the way?

Yeah, we had plans to eat dinner (at home) too, but everything kind of went out the window because we decided to stop by Lucky’s to stock up on $2 wine, vodka, whiskey, mixers and two oranges, because, well, oranges are good. I also needed a folder for my head shots, resume, and bio. Albertson’s school supply section sucked balls, so we headed to Ross. Little did I know that I would run into an old flame.

Twilight boys. I get older, they stay the same age. Yes, they do, yes they do.

We decided to leave Ross before I became the proud owner of a life-size Team Jacob poster. For those just dying to know, I found the folder at the mail box store next door. The only neat story there was that I got a free mint. Nice.

Now armed with booze, binders, and oranges, we returned to Ruby’s to get ready for my audition. I gave Ruby a preview and got a standing ovation from Columbo. We were on the road a little later than planned, but got lucky with traffic and arrived at Mission City Opera in one piece. I was blown away with how friendly everyone was. Seriously, every single person who was working that night was super-friendly and welcoming. Also, they called me Jessie, which made me feel at home.

Waiting for my number to be called.

When they found out that Ruby wasn’t a singer (“You mean you’re a nothing? A zilch? A zero?”), one man tried recruiting Ruby to be on crew. After complaining that being on crew sounded like a lot of work, Ruby explained that she was here as my moral support. The man looked at me and asked (quite seriously, I might add), “So your morals need supporting?” I couldn’t keep a straight face. Even Ruby stopped texting for a moment to snicker. Because, as you, my dear readers, already know, my morals need much supporting, as often as they can get it.

I have a thing for photos of me trying to keep a straight face.

I went on shortly after that (sandwiched between two SFCM school mates) and sang La Canzone di Doretta, from La Rondine (Puccini). I know they weren’t doing any Puccini this season, but every time I hear the opening of the song, I feel happy and relaxed, so I figured what a better state to sing in than happy and relaxed. My two high notes (which were glorious for Columbo), were a bit  tired and not quite as brilliant as I would have hoped. She didn’t ask for a second song, and I was starting to feel a bit down, when she began asking me about my time away and coachings. Interesting. I was rusty, but not forgotten. Whew. As we left, the girl at the front desk asked me to wait, and a woman came out and asked if I would do ensemble. Heck yeah, I would. It’s been three years since I’ve sung. No lessons, no coachings. Just babies and playing around occasionally. No time to be snobby. Besides, I could learn all the roles while in the ensemble, build relationships with bay area singers and MCO. Win. Win. Whoo-hoo!

Ruby and I were amped on the ride home. We talked about the audition, the future, and (of course) what we would be singing at karaoke.  Weezer, Bohemian Rhapsody, and Franz Ferdinand.


Because My Dad Wanted His Photo On My Blog.

Thursday was super busy. We finally (finally) finished the Kensington House. Yes, your eyes have not deceived you. The K. House is finished. Thorn removed! Then we headed to Adelle’s for one last girl’s night. Liz brought over a new song and we worked on that while Matt busted out some decent equipment to re-recorded our song. Now you can actually hear the lyrics!  I’ll post the complete version as soon as it’s ready!

We’re all wearing the same thing!

We raced from Adelle’s to my sister’s for movie night. This week was my turn and (you guessed it) I picked Twilight: New Moon. But since everyone except my dad had seen this movie, we decided watch it with Riff Trax. My dad was skeptical about it, saying that we could do our own commentary. Now my sister and my dad are probably two of funniest people I know so I don’t doubt that we could pull off our own commentary, but this is easier and we wouldn’t have to worry about getting drawn into the film and wondering whether or not Jacob gets to make his move on Bella or if Edward exposes himself to the Volturi. Why did writing “Volturi” make me feel giggly and embarrassed?

Marilu, Dad, Lizzie, and Elise awaiting the best night of their lives!

After wrestling with technical sync issues, serving food, and shooing the kids out of the living room (Brianna volunteered to baby-sit),we got the movie under way.

Our beautiful babysitter – who stopped babysitting to watch the movie.

The New Moon Riff Trax did not fail to deliver. While it wasn’t quite as funny as the original Twilight (Lllllaaadies!), it made my dad a fan. He plans on telling everyone about it.

Two of the funniest people I know.

They totally cracked Edward’s spray-on abs “…and theaters full of teenagers learned the hard way, that some things are best left to the imagination.” and Jacob’s ultra-white teeth “…whoa, hey there, slow down with the bleach!”

“He thinks they’re voting whether to renew the Maxim subscription.”

The best: “A hobbit lay here, and the other… they crawled… their hands were bound.” I believe the whole room cheered to hear Aragon quoted in a Twilight movie. Classic. Lord of the Rings rules!!

It’s official. I am a nerd. Damn.