New York as a Paradox

New York is becoming mundane. Of course, I realize that this is mostly because Matt is in Colorado, snow is in Colorado, cold weather is in Colorado, and none of these things are in New York City. Anyway, on Monday I realized that every week is the same for me. Every Tuesday is hell, despite being lesson day (traditionally my favorite day of the week) due to getting home at 11pm, every Wednesday is wonderful (especially tonight--will explain later) and every weekend I walk down the Upper West Side with Emily and go out to dinner with friends. (Weekends are a blast actually, there's nothing wrong with them! Oh, and SO excited for Harry Potter this weekend!

Still, even though I don't work 40 hours a week, I have fallen into a routine. Routine can be great, but I guess I'm a little surprised by how consistent it is for me, being in New York City and all. This place is like a whole other country, but I never go anywhere except home and work and the frequently attended audition sites.

Up until two weeks ago, I hadn't been outside of the city for three months. I finally took the train to Pleasantville to get some head shots and hang out with some great new friends, Courtney and Tyler LeCompte. Courtney has a great website for her handmade, one-of-a-kind jewelry found at this link:  courtneyorillion.com She is a wonderful artist and did a great job with the photography and helping me look good! It was so fun to model her jewelry as a part of the head shots. Courtney and Tyler are great friends and I'm so glad to have found them in the Big Apple!

Back to the mundane (what a horrible way to start a paragraph...my apologies...it gets better...): tonight I decided to get down to business with grad school applications. So I did what every Bohemian starving young artist does: I bought an expensive bottle of German Riesling and a $1.29 wine glass from the dollar store (one thing I love about NYC!) and got quietly bombed while chipping away at essays, fees, bio info, and getting letters of recommendation in order. It definitely worked, because I'm satisfied enough with my progress to be able to blog tonight! I wrote a cracker-jack essay in 20 minutes and celebrated by walking down to the corner bakery for a piece of chocolate cake. And ice cream. And cookies. (Again--it is my goal and duty, as an opera singer, to eat as much sugar and become as fat as possible.)

The catch: I just remembered I have a meeting downtown at 10:30am tomorrow for my church job (not a big deal) and (whoops) I do have to sing tomorrow--Morgana and Zdenka in opera scenes.  I may be making a temporary appearance as a mezzo-soprano thanks to the vino.

I am looking forward to next weekend in Tampa for Thanksgiving. It's going to be great getting out of The City, not to mention seeing Matt and family. No singing engagements for two weeks! That usually means less stress and more wine, but then I can't wait to get back in the swing of things! What a great life! I wouldn't trade it for anything.