The past week or so has been c-raaazy. Carla's dad was in town from Oregon, so I had the luxury of going out to eat all weekend and getting to see Fuerzabruta ("brute force" in Spanish), this WILD Broadway show that is by far like nothing I've ever seen or even heard of. I really can't explain it well, but I'll try: no plot, no dialogue, no seats, fog, water showers, large plastic sheets above the audience (who stands in a circle) on which semi- to fully-naked girls slide across like slip-and-slides, all the the while contorting their bodies into beautiful shapes... there was also some intense treadmill-running that included harnesses, and other acrobats that clearly defied gravity. Oh, and the occassional screaming and kicking and shredding of boxes, along with running through styrofoam walls. SO COOL.
Umm what else... so then I had to get on a school bus at 7 am on Monday to be taken to an undicsclosed location in upstate New York for some type of vague training for my summer camp job. Good thing Kristin was there, or I would've been mildly concerned. All in all, I had a great time and met so many amazing people who are working at all the YMCA summer camps in the city. But for reference purposes, I'm just going to explain, factually, the mishaps we encountered: a broken bus, with an incompetent driver - not once, but twice. On the way there, the bus was smoking, and it took us three and a half hours to complete a route that should have taken under 2. On the way back, the driver had a bus with a broken door, so he thought it would be smart to use a clothes hanger to keep the door from whipping open on the freeway as people flew out of the door. Fortunately, we all survived. He also drove across Manhattan in the opposite direction before taking us home. And no one told us to bring sheets, so we practically froze to death when it got down to the 50s overnight, as a few of us girls slept on pillows of our pants and used beach towels as blankets. It was definitely a bonding experience, that's for sure. I love the city, but it was nice to see a little green and hear silence for a couple days.
Since I got back, I've been working non-stop for my internship, but it is totally paying off already. My bio & pic are now posted on the staff page, and I got to interview an R&B artist via e-mail, and did a Skype interview last night with an indie singer-songwriter from L.A. I just keep realizing more and more that I love journalism because behind the facts, it's really about telling stories. And thanks to all my creative writing experience, I LOVE stories, so I just get to carry over what I've learned. Who knew college would actually prepare me for the work world?
So yeah. I'm working on a couple articles and I've also been writing press releases and album reviews.
...And the best news of the day (and possibly the entire summer): I am officially employed from September to June. I lucked out the max max max ---- I posted a listing on a babysitting website a while ago, and sort of gave up on looking for a job through there. Then I got an e-mail a week or so ago from a woman who saw my profile and wanted to meet. The interview was last week, which went surprisingly well for someone like myself who typically talks a million miles an hour and practically gets hives at interviews. Then this morning I went to their apartment to meet the kids -- ON CENTRAL PARK WEST, ACROSS THE STREET FROM THE RESERVOIR. This might not mean much if you're not familiar with NYC, but this area is known as the upper west side, the ritziest area of Manhattan. And the ritziest of the rizty area overlooks Central Park. And the reservoir is a body of water in the park that is overwhelmingly gorgeous. And the mansion of an apt. inside the building that looked like a hotel is WHERE I WILL BE WORKING. I.am.so.lucky. I apologize for all the yelling. But what this really means is that I am now able to afford living in Manhattan, and no longer have to submit myself to living an hour out into Queens or Brooklyn, perhaps risking my life every time I step out my door. Ok so I'm being overly dramatic...but I can now afford to live somewhere safe and close. YAY.
To top off my sleep deprivation, I went to a free creative writing workshop by Gotham Writers Workshop tonight. The moral of that story is... I need to get back into creative writing. Like, immediately. Except not tonight.... if procrastinating were an art, I would undeniably be a phenomenal artist.
Fantastic seafood platter @ a steak restaurant in Midtown with Papa Benton & friends:
Carla's & my dessert: a chocolate basket.
Summer camp counselors: the Brit and the...sleeping Marley.
What we drove by:
Nature...what is that, again?
GO GREEN counselors :)
Pretty pretty.
Notice the fine linens on my bed:
So excited to be sleeping on a dirty tarp with a towel and no sweatshirt, in the proximity of spiders.
All of us in the room were sheetless. We should have formed a club.
THE NEIGHBORHOOD WHERE I'LL BE BABYSITTING!!!!!!!!
The Central Park Reservoir and all of its splendor:
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