THIS IS WHERE THIS GIRL LIVES ->

I guess this is my inauguration into the world of blog. Thank you for having me! We have a little bit of catching up to do. So, I'll give you a highlight of some recent outrageous adventures and great things that have happened.

Today's adventure is brought to you by Hormones, fueled by Estrogen. It was a normal day (always a relative term in this girl's life) of rehearsal and transit. The subway was sort of exceptionally packed, though. I think I've finally experienced being an active/tired part of the New Yorker's afternoon traffic commute. As it is rainny and a little chilly, I opted for the long-sleeved hoody tee option. This particular one dons my hometown symbol, the Longhorn.

I could feel her eyes on me the moment I stepped over to share the center pole. This woman kept eyeing my Texas advertisement with the air of someone familiar to the Lone Star. Finally she chirpped up and asked if I went to UT. I explained, "Actually, I grew up in Austin." (A response I had already prepared, because I could just feel she was going to ask me something of the sort.) We chatted about her being from Dallas, they're in town until Sunday, helping her son move up, her other son's already here... Well, that last statement caught my attention. I asked his age, the burough he lives in, and when I got to his job, she gets the attention of someone behind me. Yep, Scott* was standing right behind me listening. Well, it turns out Scott is an actor. Of course he's gay. Well, at least she was pleasant, you know. Nice to run into someone from the big state all the way out here.

So, on my way from the subway where I've successfully and awkwardly followed Scott and his parents for two blocks, I find myself walking beside a beautiful man. As it was raining, and I am so brilliant as to keep my umbrella on me, I was protected. As he obviously needs me in his life, he was not as prepared and ended up getting a little ahead of me upon our walk. But, as we almost simultaneously rounded the corner, I decided it was my challenge to keep up with him and give this poor gentleman every opportunity to speak to me. (I just decided he wanted to.) So, he speeds up. I actually have to sort of speedwalk to keep up with this drenched fellow. Then, I decided I'd give him a little incentive to keep up with me. So, I get a little ahead. Mind you, I'm practically jogging to stay just far enough ahead to casually turn my head in response to any fabulously witty line he may want to do deliver. (Ahem, none came.)

Well, we have successfully walked together to my front door (I mean, I side-stalked him). But, I remember I need to move my car because tomorrow is street cleaning. Oh, but that's okay, because there was a spot back there, I'll just pull up and park on the designated Thursday side. Oh no, I really want him to see where I live. So, I look longingly up at my apartment... That's right, I do. As if to send a silent neon sign that blinks, "THIS IS WHERE THIS GIRL LIVES. YOU CAN FIND HER HERE ->." (Um, this happened under an umbrella) I regretfully pass the apartment to open my car and gracefully fumble to close my umbrella over the open driver's side door. In my split-second debate between yet another parking ticket and a possible oh, I don't know, love note or doorstep-placed single rose, the damn Parking Authority wins again.

At least he knows I have a car. (?)