Ahhh, the end of a tiring but fun weekend.
Yesterday I ate the greatest sandwich anyone's ever had - grilled cheese with duck confit and bacon. Yes, duck confit and bacon. I cannot stop telling people about it, reliving it, I can still taste it mmmomnomnomnomnom. I spent time with Michel for some Western European sophistication (him, not me, don't worry I'm not deluded) and we had Bloody Marys and a nice walk around the East Village. I also went to school to see a drama showcase, spent a good amount of time in a studio wailing on some blues songs and took a delicious power nap in the sun in Central Park.
Friday night I cooked FABULOUS veggie chilli which Anel came to eat with me. And today Sunday I walked with Eduardo to the lighthouse under the George Washington Bridge, a spot which in the sunshine is absolutely lovely and I hope I can do it again soon while the sun is with us and take a picnic next time. It feels like you can't possibly be in the same Manhattan as Times Square and Soho etc.
I just came home from being Sam's reader as he self-tapes yet more auditions and am joining him in a bit in the swanky flat he's dogsitting in on 42nd St to watch his Dexter Episodes. I'm so excited!!!
Yeah, all in all it's been a cracker of a weekend...I have yet to do laundry which is becoming an urgent situation.
Tomorrow, an audition in which I will put the blues wailing to good use I hope. And a week of work ahead but it's all wonderful really.
There is something rotten in the state of me and my gals (and one guy) - I'm feeling good but my dear sisters are all a little sad for one reason or another. Not gonna lie, it's mostly to do with blokes. Sigh, such is life when you're a group of stunning young catches such as ourselves.
So, for them I summon good vibes big smiles and everything is going to be alright energy