I've been in NYC since Sunday evening, chilling at the home of a dear friend of mine - singer turned pastry chef - and her sweet little Dachsie, Stella. Stella is, at present, sprawled next to me on the sofa, upside-down and belly-up, ready to be petted at any moment. If only being a functional adult were that simple. I'm ready to receive love from whoever happens to be near and willing to rub my belly.
Two rehearsals, one major case of Gas Station Manager Syndrome (for more info, see my friend Kristy's writings in Red Schtick Magazine), a visit to Alice's Tea Cup, hot chocolate from La Maison du Chocolat that just might change your life, and the biggest shopping win at Lord & Taylor, I'm pretty much full up on win. My dress rehearsal is in two and a half hours, and I have every intent of continuing on this path of awesome. Yesterday, when I was out on yet another shopping safari (for the perfect drag heels - not for me, and not for Lincoln Center, I promise), my friend Jamie and I encountered the display window at Swarovski in the lower level of Rockefeller Center. I'd never been down there, and my association with Swarovski usually involves cringing at things so sparkly, they make me see floaters, but this window was truly fabulous. And the shoes on the mannequins almost made us commit robbery, they were so fabulous. So we're talking to the district manager about who dresses the windows, where did the shoes come from, and how as singers, we'd really like it if we got to the point where someone said, "I want you to wear this fabulous piece of jewelry/dress/pair of shoes when you go on stage." The district manager replied, "well, you'll get there - you're just putting it out there in the universe."
Things are moving so quickly. We have the renters on our place. We have the new place. Husband has the job. There are gigs coming at me left and right, and when I'm shocked at how fast things are moving, I have to stop and remind myself, I put all of this out there in the universe. I went out and tried to find those pieces of life to make them come to me. I continued to seek gigs, build relationships, practice speaking politely in foreign languages (even Italian, which makes my head hurt), go to the gym so I can fit in the fabulous gowns that are on sale at L&T (sidebar: They really are fabulous. I wasn't ready), and generally display the huge sign over my head that says, "come at me - I'm getting ready." I guess I was just shocked when the universe came at me like a spider monkey and kicked my ass into my future.
But now my dress rehearsal is in two hours and 20 minutes, which means I have one hour and 20 minutes to get ready for the parade of awesome to continue. I love my husband. I love my dog. I love my family. I love my friends, far and near, who make me smile so much my face hurts, and say shit that makes me laugh so loud, people turn around and stare. I am so freakin lucky, I can't even deal.
Did I mention we found the drag shoes? In her size? And they were on SALE??
Too much win. Put your helmet on, because the universe is coming at you TODAY.
