I've had too long an absence from this and all things dance in the past week. Philadelphia was phenomenal, probably some of the best food I will ever have in my life, courtesy of the Cuban and the gorgeous Le Bec Fin. If heaven had a flavor, I can only imagine that it tastes like that triple creme cow's milk cheese that made my LIFE.

Today there was an audition for Empire, but the rehearsal dates are during my Met contract, and another audition for King and I, but there are really no parts for me in that show (I'm too young to play the headmistress who falls in love with the King, and not ethnically ambiguous enough to be anyone else).

I'm still grappling with the practicality of auditioning again for Mary Poppins this Wednesday, as opposed to working all day long for Kaplan (money is ALWAYS good...). We'll see what I think come Tuesday night.

My summer of cardio is going strong; despite a long work day, a vocal tech class, and a long foray into the necessary world of laundry, I managed to make it to my favorite Step class at the gym tonight before making dinner with the lovely Griffith.

It's a bit later now than I hoped to go to sleep, but I've just decided that I am going to get up tomorrow at 6am anyway. Discipline, like any other muscle, has to be worked and stretched in order to be increased! (Or so I desperately hope).

A little over a month left before Met Opera starts. eeek!!!