International jetsetter and EDOW reader Rose told me there was an article about Here Lies Love in The Australian, which is apparently the New York Times of Australia. Except that, judging by the FOX Sports tab at the top of the page, it appears to be owned by the Murdoch dynasty. The Rupester LOVES me. Anyway, hey Mae, I'm in the newspaper.
Rehearsals are over now. It was a lot of intense work in a short period of time. It's fun to be a musician, but it's also hard work. I used in-ear monitors for the first time; felt very Justin Timberlake.
Meanwhile, work has been insanely busy, and I am in full dizzy cockroach/headless chicken mode. I haven't gone out with my friends in about three weeks. I am drinking Bija Cold Stop tea, taking Airborne fizzy tabs and Ayurcedics WinterWell herb capsules, and eating lots of Champlain Valley raw honey (which is incredibly delicious and creamy and you must try it). At the end of last week, I had a hint of a cold, and now I don't, so something worked. Since I have no idea which one it was, I'm just going to keep taking everything.
The humidifier is going to go on the tropical setting with camphor solution for the next few nights. I have a history of very bad jet lag because when I'm home, I'm a very heavy sleeper. In fact, this past weekend I had two nights in a row of 12 hours of sleep. So, I have No Jet-Lag homeopathic pills to take every two hours on the plane, Ola Loa packets to drink along the way, and melatonin and antihistamines to try and sleep when I get to Australia. I'm going to take three liters of Volvic with me on the plane, as well as some of those delicious Patterson California dried apricots from Murray's and a slew of other non-dairy foods for that long ass flight. I am washing my hands like an OCD maniac.
Speaking of germophobia, I keep making the mistake of walking down my regular route by Downing and Bedford and passing the HazMat tent village. I assume they're trying to clear out Vado "Anthrax" Diomande's apartment. When the story first broke, there was a swarm of reporters and camera crews on the corner. My friend Jenny and I tried to Veronica Mars the situation.
ME: [to bystander 1] What happened?
BYSTANDER 1: I don't know.
ME: [to bystander 2] What happened?
BYSTANDER 2: I don't know.
ME: [crossing the street, to bystander 3] What happened?
BYSTANDER 3: I don't know.
BYSTANDER 4: Do you know Vado?
ME: Vato? [Odalay!]
BYSTANDER 4: Vado, lives on this block?
ME: No.
BYSTANDER 4: He got anthrax.
ME: Alrighty then, shall we go now, Jenny?
BYSTANDER 4: But it's alright, he got it the natural way. He works with animal skins.
JENNY: Natural way? But I thought getting it in the mail WAS the natural way.
Another hilarious post!!! Congratulations on the role! I'm so proud of you and wish I was able to dip into my trust fund and get some round trip flights for Rach and I. Break a leg and Merde!
thanks catherine! i'm very excited. and i'm bringing the computer, camera, and all cords so i can try and blog while i'm there, so i'll keep you posted.