Final Call Backs & Opportunity

Made it through to the end of the audition for Guys and Dolls and Hello Dolly in Cohoes, NY. I've definitely been auditioning for these musicals since May! Now just have to wait for a call...

In other news, my day followed a theme of finding opportunity within every difficulty. The ultimate manifestation of this was my train ride home from a date to see the Avengers (which, btw, was a wonderfully silly action-gasm. I love me some Tony Stark).

(that SASS!)

Anyway, most New Yorkers have come across the late night music blasters on public transportation at least once during their stay in the city that never sleeps.

I'm no exception. Tonight I was taking the 2 train uptown (the 6 train that actually takes me close to my apartment was predictably NOT running). There I was, chilling real hard, planning to dive back into my new book (Buddha Walks into a Bar), when some ignorant fools start BLASTING horrendous music out of their HEADPHONES at 1am.

The average New Yorker would probably consider the situation hopeless and do everything in his or her power to ignore the noise.

Me? At first, I'm zen about it. Then, the adorable but super drunk gay boy on my left starts moaning out loud (the volume really was ridiculous) at the music blasters. Of course, I'm like "oh no, I feel compelled to mediate!" Kindly, politely, I indicate to the sleeping woman and baby being disturbed by the obnoxiousness that is said heinously loud music, and appeal to the better nature of these young men.

When common sense does not deter le noise makers, I find myself inspired to make the best of the situation. I start a little shoulder bump, then get a groove going. I throw my hand up and get my white girl shrug on. Before I know it, my new gay boyfriend and the lovely tattooed couple on my right get into the movement. New gay boyfriend pulls out some crazy harmony to whatever caterwauling is coming from the earphones, and you best believe I start beat boxing just for the giggles. The poor awakened mother and I share a moment of solidarity with a little raise the roof a la the 80s.

I kid you not, suddenly t'was a DANCE PARTY right in the middle of the subway car.

Teaching peace through dance, y'all... it's a daily struggle. Keep the love alive!

OH and Beware the Monster Beats: