Lost in the City: November 2015

Monday, November 30, 2015

Nov. 30th

It's official, Annie is going to be famous!

So proud!

Sunday, November 29, 2015

Nov. 29th

Travis trying on Kayla's dress... it didn't fit.

Saturday, November 28, 2015

Friday, November 27, 2015

Thursday, November 26, 2015

Nov. 26th Thanksgiving

Thanksgiving at The Greenwich

No Friendsgiving this year. Most of my people moved west & I knew I was stuck at work.

BUT I did spend the day with my NYC family, of sorts.

Finally got back to the barre at FlyWheel. One of the biggest perks being an ambassador is I can go whenever I want. Best way to start a day & I just love the people there!

Off to the hotel for a quiet day. Literally nothing note-worthy about the day.

THEN took myself to 'Carol' at the Angelika. Incredible film.

So inspiring! I went home and worked on my screenplay for hours!

Still no where near finished though.

Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Nov. 25th

My day before Thanksgiving is a day of thankfulness.

Started with a back-to-back with two of my favorite people teaching in a studio full of all my favorite Tribeca riders, plus a bonus hotel guest. Such a great start!

Then I get to mess around with these goons! I love these kids!

Obviously, I'm the mature one here.

Tuesday, November 24, 2015

Nov. 24th

#FlywithFriends

One of those nights that I travel to Brooklyn for a show, then went out with some of the cast for drinks & I find myself making my way home when they MTA crew is cleaning the platforms.

Must later than I had planned...#worthit

St. Ann's Warehouse for an all-female performance of Henry IV.

Truly exceptional & talented cast!

Monday, November 23, 2015

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Saturday, November 21, 2015

Nov. 21st

'The Women of Hollywood Speak Out'

Amazing story in the Sunday Times

(we get it early at the hotel)

Friday, November 20, 2015

Nov. 20th

Craft Service leftovers... all mine!!

Commercial shoot, day 3!

Thursday, November 19, 2015

Nov. 19th

"This is My Roommate" web series shoot

I brought the condiments!

Wednesday, November 18, 2015

Nov. 18th

Finally visited the mini-golf at Pier 25.

The kiddos did not follow the course at all, but we lost NO balls to the Hudson River!

Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Monday, November 16, 2015

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Saturday, November 14, 2015

you never think it will happen to you. It was just a friday night at a rock show. the atmosphere was so happy and everyone was dancing and smiling. and then when the men came through the front entrance and began the shooting, we naiively believed it was all part of the show. It wasn't just a terrorist attack, it was a massacre. Dozens of people were shot right infront of me. Pools of blood filled the floor. Cries of grown men who held their girlfriends dead bodies pierced the small music venue. Futures demolished, families heartbroken. in an instant. Shocked and alone, I pretended to be dead for over an hour, lying among people who could see their loved ones motionless.. Holding my breath, trying to not move, not cry - not giving those men the fear they longed to see. I was incredibly lucky to survive. But so many didn't. The people who had been there for the exact same reasons as I - to have a fun friday night were innocent. This world is cruel. And acts like this are suppose to highlight the depravity of humans and the images of those men circuling us like vultures will haunt me for the rest of my life. The way they meticoulsy aimed at shot people around the standing area i was in the centre of without any consideration for human life. It didn't feel real. i expected any moment for someone to say it was just a nightmare. But being a survivor of this horror lets me able to shed light on the heroes. To the man who reassured me and put his life on line to try and cover my brain whilst i whimpered, to the couple whose last words of love kept me believing the good in the world, to the police who succeded in rescuing hundreds of people, to the complete strangers who picked me up from the road and consoled me during the 45 minutes I truly believed the boy i loved was dead, to the injured man who i had mistaken for him and then on my recognition that he was not Amaury, held me and told me everything was going to be fine despite being all alone and scared himself, to the woman who opened her doors to the survivors, to the friend who offered me shelter and went out to buy new clothes so i wouldnt have to wear this blood stained top, to all of you who have sent caring messages of support - you make me believe this world has the potential to be better. to never let this happen again. but most of this is to the 80 people who were murdered inside that venue, who weren't as lucky, who didnt get to wake up today and to all the pain that their friends and families are going through. I am so sorry. There's nothing that will fix the pain. I feel priviledged to be there for their last breaths. And truly beliving that I would join them, I promise that their last thoughts were not on the animals who caused all this. It was thinking of the people they loved. As i lay down in the blood of strangers and waiting for my bullet to end my mere 22 years, I envisioned every face that I have ever loved and whispered I love you. over and over again. reflecting on the highlights of my life. Wishing that those i love knew just how much, wishing that they knew that no matter what happened to me, to keep belieivng in the good in people. to not let those men win. Last night, the lives of many were forever changed and it is up to us to be better people. to live lives that the innocent victims of this tragedy dreamt about but sadly will now never be able to fulfil. RIP angels. You will never be forgotten.

Friday, November 13, 2015

Nov. 13th

Terrorists attacked Paris tonight.

I received updates via the NYTimes app on my phone & it took me a minute to realize it was happening right then. Today was a fully alive day. I hit all the emotions!

Work was insanely busy from the moment I started at 7:00AM and didn't stop until I left at 3:30PM.

Apprehensive about my mtg with a real agent. Made it up there and the mtg went so so well. I really like this guy and now I've got another person on my team! Slowly but surely, my career is coming along.

Then I decided to try my luck at the Hamilton lottery. I've adopted this policy that any time I'm able to go see the show, I must try for the lottery. Denied again. So then I decided to check on Fun Home for standing room. Success.

But it was when I was heading to the theater that I started received the updates about what was happening in Paris. I couldn't believe it & also didn't want to go there. I deliberately turned my phone to airplane mode, ate my salad, and went to see Fun Home. I even bought myself a Jack & Coke cause I felt like I won the day!

At the end of the show, they briefly mentioned Paris to remind us that we're a community that relies on each other. It was the transition to Broadway Care/Equity Fights Aids speech that happens at the end of every show right now.

Then...then I got on the train to return home. To return to the rest of the world. To return to Paris.

New York & Paris are the only two cities that have lived up to every expectation I had! The first time I was in Paris, I was twenty, no clue where we were going or what we were doing but I'll never forget that part of my backpacking adventure.

Paris stole my heart & now it's bleeding.

It feels a little selfish to try to relate or... I don't even know. It's the same feeling I had during 9/11. When you feel so incredibly connected to a place that has just experienced great tragedy, but I feel no ownership of the pain or no right to feel that pain.

I very much want to avoid social media cause it seems like a way for people to dramatize their own lives who are not involved in any way. I will quietly pray for Paris, grieve for Paris, love Paris.

These attacks are scary. I wonder what we'll learn in the coming days.

Je t'aime Paris