Wow yesterday was a crazy day! I mean not crazy, like wild-crazy. I mean as much as I could envision myself in just a white t-shirt and white boy shorts underwear backing my ass up to Fity Cent or some shit all "girls gone wild"- style while standing in the pouring rain on top of the Chinatown bus before if pulls off...my day wasn't crazy like that. But it was nonstop and intense!
I got the 11:30 am bus out of Philly after work. I tried to stick to my ritual of getting a coffee and some unknown Chinatown bakery, delicious-looking bun. They were all out of the buns that look good but not so good that I will gain 5 lbs. and simultaneously have a heart attack before even making it to NYC, so I got this pineapple one. It was super sweet and really awful, but I finished it anyway cause the rain was stressing me out and I like to have something to munch on when I am stressed out. It takes my mind off of it. The ride up wasn't terrible.
Even though I knew I was pushing it time-wise, I forced myself to rush around and get the L Train to Brooklyn to go to the 2 o'clock Anna Sperber Class in her studio. The space is really nice. She is really nice. There were two of us in class. The class was $10. The dancing came from an "anatomical and physiological sensitivity through imagery" type approach. I really appreciated her sincerity, and lots of the images she gave made so much sense or some didn't make sense at all but I still liked how they kind of tickled my imagination. The floor in her space is also sweet. She said she did a good amount of research and found that this processed "purgam?" over the plywood that was there and then covered with foam (I think she said), seemed to be the best option. Her space is way smaller than mascher, but for Meghan Breidge's space, it seems like it would be perfect, but possibly expensive.? Anyway...GO NYC and the classclassclass program for having cheap classes that are not about spending your last paycheck to be seen in a fierce leotard or to not be seen in a fierce leotard but to see lots of other annoying skinny chicks twirling around in spandex (although I do still highly enjoy spandex).
I continued to find little slivers of NYC awesomeness that I had always assumed ceased to exist. Although the full out "hipster" boy is usually is not my type ( I like a milder or nerdier or less trendy version)...I had time to kill and I figured I'd rather chill in Williamsburg in their company than go right to Wall St. (where my audition was) and be surrounded by corporate assholes that make me lose faith in the world. I went shopping at Salvation Army and found lots of sweet stuff for really cheap. I actually ended up making no purchases simply because none of the stuff was neccessary...just fun. I also browsed in an awesome record shop. Finally I decided it was dinner time and I sprung for a $3 falafel sandwich at the place right across from the Bedford stop. Holy crap...it was delicious and cheap and I ate it with a perma-smile on my face.
I then went to the Tiffany Mills Scholarship Audition and I have rambled on for way too long, so I will discuss dancey-stuff and the audition in my next post or something of the sort! Speaking of dancey stuff though...I had a horrible trip back from NYC at 1 in the morning cause the Chinatown Bus was sucking. I felt like Mark Morris cause I resorted in drinking a big huge can of Saporro on the ride home. It was yummy and I judge Mark less now for using the dancers' emergency ice bucket to keep his reserve of Sapporo perfectly chilled when his company toured to ADF the year I worked on their stage crew. I judge him less for walking around shamelessly and pompously with that silver can in his hand at all times as if it were a bottle of Evian.
