I don't publish enough...lots of things have changed.

1) tour is over
2) learned a lot
3) no longer asking "where is he?" because i realized i'm not ready to find whomever this crazy person may be. now the question is... "when is it coming?" you know, the next best thing?

chilling in texas.
loving my friends.
loving my family.

but already a little stir crazy....

itchy.

Okay, I am so in love right now. It's like some sort of drug. It's insane. I'm so giddy and happy! So, maybe I found him. Who knows...I guess we'll see. But right now I fee like I'm on some sort of roller coaster and I couldn't get off even I wanted too, which I don't. But it is also frustrating because he is not here right now. Wow, this is an amazing feeling. Constant giddiness and I'll just smile for no reason thinking about him.

Woof. In other news, we are getting ready to head into Florida after this next week in Nashville, TN. I'm really looking forward to FL. It will be so nice to be in such nice weather and wear sun dresses and go to the beach! Plus, he's coming in about 3 weeks. Wow. I'm so excited.

I just love everything...I think that's one of the side effects of this "in love" thing. It's funny to take a step back and realize what a cornball I've become, but I can't help it.

I just want to hug every one. Argh.

Okay,
goodbye.

I'm really quite awful at this whole blog thing. Here is why: the only time I really want to post on my blog is late at night, usually after drinking, which is a very bad idea. PLUS, all the things I want to post on my blog, I really can't because they would be too private and personal. Imagine some 13 year old girl reading this after seeing Spelling Bee and being really shocked or dissapointed. I can't handle the pressure. That said, I have to post mundane/cryptic/show-related things. So here goes.

First day in Denver. It is a winter wonderland over here! I'm very anxious to perform here as the air quality is so thin. They actually have oxygen off stage to help the performers keep up. Too bad I never really exit.

So we got in and S. my favorite roomie took a bath with this lavender tea bag I bought in Seattle. She literally stewed herself in lavender. Thirty minutes later she reappears covered in hives. Too bad. So I rush around trying to find her some benadryl, meanwhile, she realizes she lost one of the stones on her wedding ring. So she basically had a really bad night.

What's going on in my world? I think I may be lactose intolerant. Gross. So, I've cut out dairy for about the next week or so. We'll see what happens.

I'm signing with a manager! Big step. More on that later.

What else....OH, I've been doing these bootcamp dvds that my friend S. got for Christmas and man they are kicking muh butt. But (haha), I've started to develop...abs. Can you believe that, like actual abs, not just curvy belly. I'm really stoked. WE are going for a pre-KFed Britney look, minus the strained neck.

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Anyways, I love my job. I'm a little tired of travelling so much and I miss my friends from home, so come visit!

where is he?

Finally, today we performed in front of a real live audience. "i'm a real boy now!" it felt so good. james lapine (director, award winner, etc..) came in on saturday and threw all of us for a loop. he works very fast.

tonight, after two full performes in front of real audiences, we all went for mexican food and more importantly, DRINKING, paid for by the producer. which rocks my world cause i'm poor.

i'm very drunk now, and even though all my castmates (sarah and eric!!!) tried to pimp me out to a lighting techie, i'm cool. i didn't sleep with the australian and i'm watching t.v., trying to save my voice.

drunk in hotlana.
lauren

Okay, okay. I'm posting more. Yesterday (Sunday, August 13th), I awoke bright and early at 5:45AM to go stand in line at the Public Theater for FREE tickets to see MERYL FUCKIN" STREEP in Mother Courage and her Children. Got them with my buddy the rabbit, then went home and cleaned, gave my bed to a man that reeked of beer, onions and cheese, left my apartment, locked and sealed, and saw the amazing show.

Did i mention...yes i did, it was amazing. Meryl Streep is a goddess and for good reason. Not only is she amazing, she's human, and the best example of what a successful, working actor should be. They were in previews so they were still figuring things out, but she was phenomenal. Most gratifying was the fact that she was such a team player, really part of the ensemble and not playing to "stick out." also the production was most Brechtian which made me happy, unlike the lame attempt at Threepenny that Roundabout did earlier this year. Blech.

Anyway, now i'm in Hotlana. Got up this morning at 6:30AM to catch a 10AM flight, 45 minutes of checking-in and dumping out liquid. I'm all unpacked in my little extended stay apt., washed my feet, slapped on some biore strips, and am getting ready to read and sleep. I'm dog tired.

Tomorrow, I'm going to the gym for the first time in a month. Lord do I need it.

Tech tomorrow, 12noon.

:)

Several things have come to my attention over the past few days. I guess I should post more on my blog. Blogs are weird. I must say. It seems to me they are supposed to approximate a diary, no? But it is a PUBLIC diary, which kind of defeats the purpose of writing down your PERSONAL thoughts. When everyone can read my thoughts, it causes me, at least, to impose some self censorship on what I might write. So, there's that. I'll try to post at least once per city.

I just got off the phone with a very dear friend of mine. He is the sweetest, kindest man you could ever meet, and last night, he was mugged. Well...mugged isn't exactly the right word. He was actually kind of bitch-slapped by about four, delinquent 15 yr-olds on the prowl at midnight. My buddy, whom I affectionately call the White Rabbit, was talking to his mother on his cell phone, strolling down 9th street in the east village when one of the teens ran up to him and slapped him, causing the White Rabbit to drop his cell phone, with mother reeling on the other line. The teens then scooped up his cell, and ran away...laughing. I think Mr. Rabbit should have his own sitcom. His life is amazing, and the way he carries himself through his daily trials and tribulations is really unique and entertaining. That said, he's okay. I was worried that they may have muddied up his face, but they didn't.

I also got shitfaced last night...off of 2.5 pints of beer. I am weak. We had a very emotionally exhausting rehearsal on Friday as we performed in front of the Broadway cast of Spelling Bee. I seriously wanted to vomit and had a sort of shuddery feeling in my chest during the entire run. The cast was very sweet, however, especially Barrett and Derek. My friend Peter Cook also came and added his merry laugh, which kept me from vomiting I think.

Well, there's more of my strange thoughts. I guess I'm going to clean my apartment now, so that someone else can move in here and pay too much money.

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Several things have come to my attention over the past few days. I guess I should post more on my blog. Blogs are weird. I must say. It seems to me they are supposed to approximate a diary, no? But it is a PUBLIC diary, which kind of defeats the purpose of writing down your PERSONAL thoughts. When everyone can read my thoughts, it causes me, at least, to impose some self censorship on what I might write. So, there's that. I'll try to post at least once per city.

I just got off the phone with a very dear friend of mine. He is the sweetest, kindest man you could ever meet, and last night, he was mugged. Well...mugged isn't exactly the right word. He was actually kind of bitch-slapped by about four, delinquent 15 yr-olds on the prowl at midnight. My buddy, whom I affectionately call the White Rabbit, was talking to his mother on his cell phone, strolling down 9th street in the east village when one of the teens ran up to him and slapped him, causing the White Rabbit to drop his cell phone, with mother reeling on the other line. The teens then scooped up his cell, and ran away...laughing. I think Mr. Rabbit should have his own sitcom. His life is amazing, and the way he carries himself through his daily trials and tribulations is really unique and entertaining. That said, he's okay. I was worried that they may have muddied up his face, but they didn't.

I also got shitfaced last night...off of 2.5 pints of beer. I am weak. We had a very emotionally exhausting rehearsal on Friday as we performed in front of the Broadway cast of Spelling Bee. I seriously wanted to vomit and had a sort of shuddery feeling in my chest during the entire run. The cast was very sweet, however, especially Barrett and Derek. My friend Peter Cook also came and added his merry laugh, which kept me from vomiting I think.

Well, there's more of my strange thoughts. I guess I'm going to clean my apartment now, so that someone else can move in here and pay too much money.

:0)

Several things have come to my attention over the past few days. I guess I should post more on my blog. Blogs are weird. I must say. It seems to me they are supposed to approximate a diary, no? But it is a PUBLIC diary, which kind of defeats the purpose of writing down your PERSONAL thoughts. When everyone can read my thoughts, it causes me, at least, to impose some self censorship on what I might write. So, there's that. I'll try to post at least once per city.

I just got off the phone with a very dear friend of mine. He is the sweetest, kindest man you could ever meet, and last night, he was mugged. Well...mugged isn't exactly the right word. He was actually kind of bitch-slapped by about four, delinquent 15 yr-olds on the prowl at midnight. My buddy, whom I affectionately call the White Rabbit, was talking to his mother on his cell phone, strolling down 9th street in the east village when one of the teens ran up to him and slapped him, causing the White Rabbit to drop his cell phone, with mother reeling on the other line. The teens then scooped up his cell, and ran away...laughing. I think Mr. Rabbit should have his own sitcom. His life is amazing, and the way he carries himself through his daily trials and tribulations is really unique and entertaining. That said, he's okay. I was worried that they may have muddied up his face, but they didn't.

I also got shitfaced last night...off of 2.5 pints of beer. I am weak. We had a very emotionally exhausting rehearsal on Friday as we performed in front of the Broadway cast of Spelling Bee. I seriously wanted to vomit and had a sort of shuddery feeling in my chest during the entire run. The cast was very sweet, however, especially Barrett and Derek. My friend Peter Cook also came and added his merry laugh, which kept me from vomiting I think.

Well, there's more of my strange thoughts. I guess I'm going to clean my apartment now, so that someone else can move in here and pay too much money.

:0)