Movies on Memorial Day

Well, there we go- "Sacrifice" closed to a full house & huge compliments, which will make it hard not to miss.

After celebrating the night away, brunching and Sex-in-the-City-2-ing the next day, I hiked up Griffith Park, returned home and collapsed on my bed in my exercise gear only to wake up at 9 am the next morning. People, that is full-fledged exhaustion.

I'd heard some not too complimentary stuff about SITC2...I mean what kinda film gets 15% on the Rotten Tomato meter? Ha, well, apparently one that I like because after all the bad words that was said about it, I confess I LOVED it. Actually, I think it was better than the 1st, which I remember being mildly disappointed by.

Boys you'll be happy to know though that I think Carrie was too whiny with Big at the beginning of the movie. I mean, the fact that she was complaining about pretty much all his behavior, and the man still stuck by her all through the movie, is pretty unrealistic. But other than that, the so-called "lack of realism" did not disturb me at all. I mean, will the ladies who first indulged in SITC for realism please stand up? Right...I didn't think so.

SITC has and always will be our modern day escapism. Just like "Entourage" is for dudes. SITC gives women a fantasy world that we can dive into through our 4 lovable characters. We all have different parts of Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte and Miranda lurking inside us and it would be hard to claim we are just ONE of those characters in real life. They're four exaggerations of femininity, dressed in designer couture, and allowed to behave in all the crazy ways that we only wish we could! That's right guys, we're even crazier than you think...

Final note: Liza Minnelli singing "Single Ladies." GENIUS. Pure genius.

Signed a fag hag.

What a Pretty Picture

RIGHT: A pretty, pretty picture by a Fine Arts major from Kansas (& avid "Sunny" fan) Bradley Sadler. It made my week!

LEFT: Me attempting a McPoyle lick at a bar with a shiny forehead. Someone draw that!

It's SHOWTIME!!

Yup, what a month! "Sacrifice" opened to great, great response (and that is saying something, as regards the shady world of L.A. theater). All our audiences have loved it!!

I finally get to be sexy and hairless, parade a fashion show of outfits, make-out with my cast members, girl-fight and party it up after the shows. What more could you ask for?

I'm also stepping onto another stage this Wednesday night. Yes, all my teenage antics are about to be exposed....in the show "Mortified."

The idea behind it is genius: Everyday adults share their most embarrassing and real childhood letters, lyrics, journals, home movies and artwork... in front of total strangers. It's described as "equal parts comedy, theater, & therapy."

Good thing I kept that ol' play I wrote when I was fifteen at summer camp, when a holiday romance turned sour. I'll be performing the emotional masterpiece with Rider Strong.

I'm a little nervous about sharing my insecure, teen self with a large crowd on Hollywood Blvd. Mostly because I don't think much has changed inside of me since I wrote it. I mean, maaaybe I can claim myself "wiser" than I was back then but reading through it it's scary to see how crazy I still am. Embrace the dark side, Thesy!

Hey, they say airing out your psychological underwear is good for you...okay, I've actually never heard that saying....but I'll say it anyway.

Be there to see me air.

Memories from a Restaurant

86'd clip- coming soon to a tv near you - watch more funny videos

I was reminded of my days in the service industry when I came across "86ed" again, an independent pilot I filmed last year, created by Jon Justus & Michael Cordova.

Oh boy, I was NOT a good hostess/waitress.

But I did have my moments at The Cat & Fiddle and the Beverly Hills Cheesecake Factory.

Both had managers I loved and hated and both were places I left abruptly because that

short fuse in my head sparked on a certain day when I was being shouted at for no reason

whatsoever and I decided it was time to not let myself get treated like s*&t.

Now, I've heard of those dream restaurants, where managers and wait staff mutually

respect each other and, to be honest, I did catch glimpses in my respective restaurant jobs.

But in one of those venues in particular it seemed that the nice managers were dropping

off like flies, week by week, and the authorities that remained, or were being transfered

to replace the vacancies, made Nurse Ratchet look like Mother Teresa.

I mean, it's L.A. It's pretty much a given that everyone waiting tables is cruising to pay for

their "real dream" of acting or writing, so it's a good managerial decision to just accept this

fact and keep morale high amongst the already frustrated artists.

The bad restaurant managers did not know this, or, rather, refused to accept it.

They thought being a drill sergeant would garner more results e.g. "Billy, why did you

only get a 97% in our mystery diners survey? Here, we only accept 100%,

IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?"

Comments like these just made everyone bitter. Even the good waitstaff.

It made them more aware of their own misery in Hollywood purgatory,

where they were so close yet so far from the stars, industry and "happy people"

that they were serving.

But before this blog gets too dark, remember that the best comedy comes out of tragedy.

And looking back at "86ed" that's really what it's about. It's a love letter to all those poor

or cheerful souls in the restaurant industry.

We've laughed, we've cried, we've wanted more...or not. But what a cool little skit it is

and I hope it makes you chuckle...at least a little bit :)