Upedy Datey.

Well, where to begin? I left for NYC the 25th and auditioned for three schools. I was only slated to audition for two but it turned out the man who got me into theatre was auditioning for his program at UH. It made the trip to see the look on his face when he saw me (after 7 years) standing outside of the audition room. My auditions with him and NTC went very, very well. My audition with UW, not so much. This was my third attempt at UW's MFA program and I let it get to me. I thought it was the school I wanted to go to the most but after realizing just how pompous and, well, asshole-y the auditors were I lost my ambition to get into that program. I just wrote them the coldest thank you note I've ever written with my life.

Aside from the auditions, I had an absolute, much needed ball with old friends. I saw people I haven't seen in years and reconnected with old college friends. I also went on a date. The first real, honest-to-God date I've ever been on. I've been on "dates" but they're usually for a drink or coffee with someone whom I've known for some time. I've never been on a date with someone I've just met. I've been asked but I've declined. I met him in a bar, figures. He is a friend of my wife's (long story). He is articulate, funny, kind, intelligent and he looks like Barack Obama at 25. Ha! He took me out to a fancy lunch right after I sobbed my eyes out in my audition for UH (side-bar, the audition didn't make me cry, it was the piece I was doing). Poor kid.

I was so close to quitting my job and moving to Brooklyn to be with my friends again. I hate Manhattan but I could be happy as a clam in Brooklyn. I had a life for a week and it was wonderful.