Whoa. So it’s been a wild week of tumult. Between work and travel and house guests and auditions, I have been riding quite the emotional roller coaster.
I know I owe you the story of my callback last week and the story of my second audition from today. I promise I will write soon, but right now I am about to go jump on a plane for an unfortunately quick trip to New York City…
When I get back, stories. I promise.
I went out on a weeknight. Yes. This old maid. Last Wednesday…
Every year we celebrate Sujata’s 21st (ahem) birthday with a night of Karaoke. Very fun! Loads.
This year, though, I had to leave before I could get up to sing a cheesy pop princess song.
Oh, and I cut my hair last month (June 6th). And I love it short again.
This weekend, I’m headed to that big old city in Nevada, where there are lots of strippers and it’s really hot. Yes, Caddy, Tinachola, Tiffwitt, JNic, Megsals and I are headed to the strip! Photos will be in good supply when I return, I’m sure…
This past weekend, the boy and I went to [URL=http://www.sixflags.com/magicMountain/index.aspx]Magic Mountain[/url] to celebrate one full year of our dating…
It was rad. And thrilling. And relaxing. And silly. And playful. And wonderful.
We decided to get tickets for Saturday ahead of time because you get a web discount. Yeehaw!
And we also got Flash Passes which enable you to jump to the head of the line on 4 rides of your choice. Totally worth the extra bit of cash!
The best ride was the newest, called Tatsu, where you sit down, buckle in, and then they pull you up so that you’re riding face first around the track; belly, head & feet exposed. I love thrill rides and always find them more fun than scary ~ but this one was thrillingly scary. I think I spent half the ride muttering, “Oh my gosh, Oh my gosh”. I wish we could’ve done it over and over. (But the line w/o Flash pass was 3 hours!) After our ride on Tatsu, we looked at the photo they took and it was so priceless, we had to buy it! I will try to scan in it and post it here. It’s hilarious, and quite the unique anniversary photo…
We agreed after spending 8 hours in the park, that we were that best kind of tired, like the tired you are after fabulous vacation. It was a happy anniversary!
([URL=http://www.flickr.com/photos/11155154@N00/sets/72157600406295151/]Some pictures here[/url])
Condo living is so irritating sometimes.
There will be no more pool parties at #106…Why?
Here are the pool area rules I broke this weekend:
#2. Please use good sense and manners at all times when in the area. And remember, due to all the hard surfaces, sounds echo and amplify in the area, which disturbs all the residents whose units overlook this area. (We were very well mannered and were not yelling or screaming or even playing music. My parents were there for God’s sake).
#4. Neither food nor drink is allowed in the pool itself. (Ok, so this one is reasonable ~ I actually broke it myself, by carrying a tasty cup of homemade margarita in my hand as I swam the kids around the pool ~ oops. Sorry. Won’t do it again…)
#14. The number of people allowed in the pool at any one time is four, as filter cannot handle more than that according to the pool man. (Really? That’s ridiculous.)
#18. (my favorite) Each resident is allowed to have 2 guests in the pool area at any one time. This is a private pool, not a public one, and is meant for the enjoyment of the building’s residents. (But for my enjoyment, I’d like to have company) The presence of outsiders means less elbow room in the pool and less access to the patio furniture (oh yeah, ’cause the residents are totally fighting for pool time ~ ha!), not to mention the increased noise level (Shhh. Be very, very quiet). (So basically, I bought a place where I can’t invite people over to share the water & sun because the old Russians are ornery and boring.)
During the party, somebody passive-aggressively taped the “Pool Rules” on my door, highlighting the rules they found me to be breaking.
And they were right, I was breaking these rules. But in my opinion, they are really, really, stupid rules. I understand the need for a curfew in the pool area, but seriously, at 2pm on Memorial Day weekend you’re gonna complain about some childlike noises and chatting on the lounge chairs. Not to be totally uncouth, but, f%$k that.
HOAs suck enough. Why oh why did I have to end up in this extra uptight HOA?
Grrrrr. I suppose I will have to enjoy my lounge chairs all alone from now on…
When I first arrived in Houston I received a call from my long lost agents. I sincerely thought I’d been dropped after the last conversation I had with the office (um, over 6 months ago). I had given up on them and figured I woudl just look for a new one when I decided to allow my actress self to come out of hiding and brave the streets of LA once more…And just when I had been toying with the idea of getting myself into an acting class again (after 3.5 years), this little window of opportunity creeks open, blows the artist wind past my cheeks and stirs the passion from it’s deep, dark slumber.
Now, let’s not get hasty. I said she’s stirring. I didn’t say she was fully awake just yet.
If I decide to try this whole actor thing again, it’s gonna be for me. For my joy and my curiosity. I can’t do it for ‘you’ anymore, ’cause I figured out that that won’t work.
After all, didn’t I fall in love with it ’cause it used to be fun!?
And speaking of fun…[URL=http://www.dustinpearlman.com/dropbox/CanonF1.mov]click here to watch[/url] the spec commercial R co-wrote, directed and shot in one afternoon using one camera, 2 guys, 2 actresses and fading light. Um, hello!
(turn the volume up, it hasn’t been mixed yet. this is a working version)