Opening Night

It's opening night. I'm a little nervous. But, very, very excited as well. So far, I've sold about 20 tickets. Which is great. And hopefully, more at the door. Trial show went well. My dress still fits me. That's encouraging. And, soon, this madness will be over and good God, now I can't believe that I have made something that people are coming to watch. Overwhelmed.

Oh, and in case you missed my interview, here is the link. I come in pretty late, but the whole thing is very interesting I think.

Listen to me Here!

Radio....I Be on the Radio

OK, ya, this is a big deal.

I landed a radio interview for my show.  A big one.

Jon Faine has interview Richard Dawkins, Henry Rollins and Geena Davis.

The closest thing I think I have to compare it to would be NPR "Fresh Air."

I'm freaking out a little.

So, yes...this is the link for the show http://www.abc.net.au/melbourne/conversations/?section=about

And, if you want to listen in, it is from 11-12 here which would be 9:00 PM EST.

But, it's also available on podcast.

No Lights. No Lyrca.

This has to be the weirdest thing I have ever done. Seriously.

My Camerican (Canadian/American) friend Rachel invited me along to a dance party..."Lycra something" is what she said. I wore leggings, chucks and a v-neck. But, the title if the night is "No Lights. No Lycra."

It was like a youth group dance meets hipster-hippie revival. I mean, I'm pretty sure most of the hipsters went and got a beer after the dancing. But, there was no beer there. Well, it was in a church. And, ya, the lights were off.

Seriously, walking in there felt like a commune gathering. You can see arms and legs shooting in all directions, all free spirited like. You can see everyone is wearing frames and skinny jeans. But, they played when the saints go marching in.

I'm doing a poor job of expressing this, but maybe that's because I have no idea what happened.

But, I found an article about it.

So read this, and understand.

Melbourne

Well, I'm back. I arrived safe and sound. I even got delivered to my door. Amazing.

My schedule is a wee bit off...I went to bed at 7 last night. Woke up at 4 am. It's 5:30 now and I don't feel like I am going to pass out yet, so that's a good sign.

I miss America. I can't believe I am saying it, but I'm homesick.

My trip home was just so fun. Damn all of you, making me have fun.

But, my show goes on in like 2 weeks so I will remain busy until then it opens and then sort out off of my feelings about America.

In the mean time, I miss you all. I miss corn. I miss summer. I miss fairs. I miss tacos.


I. Miss. America.

Me, Holding a picture of ME!

Remember those pictures from so long ago...ballet Jolene. They are in the magazine. One of them is in the magazine...So, if you are in Australia, go buy Post Modern Ink. And if you aren't, wait till I come home cause I am brining a copy with me.

 

LAKSA

Oh my god.

I miss Mexican food (like really cheesy, bad Mexican) so much. I miss Taco Bell, too, but we won't talk about that.  I've had some mexican food here.  Look, it's better than what I had in the UK, where they don't even sell Black Beans. But, it's not the same!!

So, every time I crave mexican, I make up for it by eating copious amounts of sushi. Or, you know, other things that aren't so abundant in Ohio. I've been loading up on Vietnamese and Malaysian and Indonesian. I can never order something that I am use to having at home because, well, we don't have these things. 

Everyone kept talking about Laksa. My friend Rachel ordered one the other night when we were out and it is my new obsession. Coconut curry soup!!!  Filled with vegetables and tofu--I order it vegetarian because the idea of fish cakes is still weird to me. It tastes like sweet heaven and I want to live in a land of LAKSA.

The thing that I find myself missing are foods and smells. Things that you don't realize you miss. You know you will miss your friends and family. But, I miss the smell of the farm. For real. And the wonder bread factory. And snow.

And what's weird, is that one day I will miss the smells and tastes of Melbourne. And it's not like home, where I will always come back to it. Leaving to come back to Ohio is making me realize that one day, I will leave this place for good.

And then, I will miss Laksa.

The Best Little Whore House

Madame Brussles.

Apparently, this place got it's name from, you guessed it, a madame. She ran brothels. She took care of her ladies.

Looks nothing like a brothel. It looks like a 50's patio. And I'm told in the summer, they have a pool.

Right now, they offer you hot water bottles and blankets.

They serve punch in glass pitchers. And when I walked in they were playing the soundtrack to Dirty Dancing. And all the boys that worked there were wearing white pants, sailors caps and polo shirts.

I felt pretty fancy so I ordered and Old Fashioned.

Old Fashioned is a really gross drink.