Feb. 7th

In the middle of a loooooong stretch of morning shifts. The actual day is irrelevant. Starts at 5:00am work till 3:00pm then something fills the rest of the night. Today, a production of Titus Andronicus by the Shakespeare Exchange. The concept was engaging, but I could not keep my eyes open. Out of respect for the actors/company, I left at intermission. As a performer, I'd rather have an empty seat than a dozing audience member. The show was excellent.

Photo: Whole Foods overlooking Union Square. Lovely. There were some crazy homeless folks beside me rolling a joint that got into a "discussion" with a German woman about who spent more at Whole Foods. I think the homeless couple won that argument. Ah, New York.

The yoga class... interesting. Only having practiced Bikram, I had no idea what I was getting into with a Vinyasa Flow class. The staff was incredibly unfriendly and the instructor had all kinds of sass. I tried my dardest to keep up with whatever the hell that man was saying. Whatev. I did it. Yeah Class Pass. Thanks Mom.

Feb. 6th

Our bell captain was asked to watch a guest's dog for the afternoon... this tiny puppy completely distracted the entire staff for the remainder of the day. No real work happened for hours.

Feb. 5th

Not #tbt post! My poor friend, Sietzka, broke her ankle at LGA last month. Fresh out of surgery and trapped in the apartment with crutches... one short year ago, this was me, minus the awesome unicorn onesie! If I'd owned one of those, I might have been in a better place!
Speedy recovery my dear Canadian!

Feb. 4th

"A MAN BEARD. A BIG MAN BEARD ON YOUR FACE!"

So. Much. Fun! And this photo snapped by my big little brother, ZB, who finally saw me perform something! Our Bar is the most fun expression of art in which I've participated! I hope to be a part of this company for a while!

Feb. 3rd

One of the best costume pieces I've ever worn in all my life. Another brilliant scene penned by my gorgeous & talented Kaelin for Our Bar. This was the night before the show as I became one with my beard! Such a sexy beard, no?

Feb. 2nd

Early morning slush and hidden, ankle-deep ice puddles... awful. The bell closet smelled repulsive during this drying period.

Feb. 1st

Today marks the anniversary of my broken foot. One year ago I'd jumped down a step and snapped my 5th metatarsal bone into three parts. A lot has happened in a year and this extraordinary day is proof of that! Woke up to try a new restaurant for brunch in the W. Village with my sister and her husband (and Pammy), then raced up to Lincoln Square to ride in a 60 min FlyWheel class, then raced back downtown to Greenwich Village to meet up with Laura and my new friend, Molly (also a Texan), then enjoyed an exceptionally unique Off-Broadway show that I participated in and was the love interest of the main character, went for another drink after with two new friends introduced again by Laura, and now home to bed early and completely ignoring Super Bowl Sunday.

Happy Anniversary right foot!