In Chicago, there's great theater and film and people. There's 24-hour public transportation. There's a dog beach (several, I'm told). Not only that, but I've been here only a month (exactly), and I'm already shaking hands with some of the companies that drew me here. I've even done a little paying acting and writing work.
I have a hit show in Boston. I have a novel that's basically finished and another book in the works. I haven't lost all my hair yet. What more could I ask for?
On the other hand, I might be in hell. I mean, it sure is hot here.
And no matter what I do to put out the fire, it just RAGES.
That was weird. And awesome.
Still, there are too many good things happening for me to be in hell. I guess that, just like with my opinion on breast augmentation, I'm right in the middle.*
I'm in purgatory.
Last week, I auditioned for the Second City conservatory, then to be a tour guide for Chicago Chocolate Tours. Today, I had a meeting with my fantastic "T" colleagues about what happens next with the hit show. None of these things have yet resolved. No word yet. We'll get back to you. Wait a week.
Looking ahead to this Sunday, I'm going to do my first solo shift at the Neo-Futurarium. (I think I get maybe a t-shirt.) Next Thursday is our "graduation" show celebrating the end of the iO Summer Intensive. I'm also going to do some more in-depth volunteer work for Barrel of Monkeys later in August. (I think I get an itsy-bitsy stipend.)
I'm almost finally done / newly involved in so many things. But where am I now?
I'm not sure. I guess while I wait to figure it out, I'll put on a suit and shoot people I've barely met in the nipples with a spray bottle while they dance in front of me in red brief underwear.
Yeah. Okay. That'll get me through the week.
*Seriously. I can see both sides. On one hand, it's an awful, shallow, dangerous procedure. On the other hand . . . boobs!
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