Forget an uncomfortable college mattress- right now it’s more like comfortable hotel mattress- or cramped hotel mattress, depends on the day.
So, a lot of us are traveling this break: Morgan is on the beach in Florida, Grace is road-tripping across Indiana and Michigan with our friends Becca and Chris, and I went New York City.
I went to help out with the Theatre Department’s NYC senior showcase (aaaah. finally, I feel that I’ve moved past the tourist barrier. yessssssss).
My first night there consisted of sleeping on a sliver of bed in a small hotel room- which I was sharing with eight (8) other people. Yay! Partay! (We finally got another room, so nobody has to sleep on the floor anymore).
Sunday, I got lunch with two of our family friends, Joey and Kevin, went and bummed with the crowd around the city, bein’ all cool-like, and saw the very fun show Memphis.
Monday, I did my volunteer work, then I walked blocks and blocks and blocks (by myself- woo!) down to some thrifty vintage stores to look for costumes. I was unsuccessful on the costume front, but did see some really awesome clothes. Plus “These Boots Are Made For Walkin’ ” came on- in French.
Tuesday, I went down to Brooklyn to visit a friend- David Holloway and Katie Duris and their precious baby, Oliver-and then went back into midtown to watch a workshop our juniors did with director and actor Walter Bobbie, as well as a Q&A with John Cariani, the author of Almost, Maine. In the evening, a bunch of us went to see Driving Ms. Daisy, with James Earl Jones and Vanessa Redgrave.
Vanessa Redgrave. Isn't she just beautiful? Her eyes are a stunning blue.
The great James Earl Jones
The performance was brilliant; perfect; beautiful.
We stagedoored the actors afterward, and both were so kind and gracious and shook our hands (!!!), and took an interest in the fact that we were all theatre students. And I totally did the freeze-up-when-the-actor-looks-you-in-the-face-and-you-want-to-be-intelligent-and-impressive-but-that-idea-just-went-down-the-toilet-and-here-they-are-staring-back-at-you-and-then-you-both-grin-and-kind-of-giggle-and-you-feel-horribly-sheepish-oh-well-lesson-learned.
This trip made me think a lot about the choice to be an actor, which is one I’ve had a bit of a battle with- about how to train for it, whether to even pursue it or not, etc. But-as absurdly intimidating as the theatre world of New York is, I came away thinking maybe I can do it. It’s crazy and wild and a wake-up call, but it’s also inspiring and in real life maybe a little less overwhelming than we make it out to be when distanced from it (although I could be being very naive at the moment). I experienced so many successful and talented people on this trip, all who got to that place by totally different means. There’s no formula, though, and that’s really frustrating sometimes.
Well.
After the show, we went to Junior’s, ate too much dessert, and made best friends with the waiters. What else?
After another visit to my friends’ in Brooklyn, I left on Wednesday afternoon. The drive from Indy to South Bend (where I’m staying with family for the rest of the break; there’s not enough time left to go to Arkansas and back again) is its own ridiculous story. *girl at computer shudders*
So, that’s the overview of my trip to NYC. Of course, there was soooo much more than what I covered, but I don’t want to bore anyone with any more minutia.
James Earl Jones said something to us, when we told him we were theatre majors (first of all, he recognized Ball State, and called over one of his assistants to tell him. They all acted rawther impressed. Maybe they were just, well, acting, but all the same…). He said [something to the effect of]: “You all are lucky; you’re just on the beginning of the journey. Where I am, doing these plays all the time, that’s boring!”
The journey. That’s what we’re all going through right now, in our own way. I have to stop sometimes and remind very goal-oriented self to enjoy the journey. Because once you stop letting yourself grow and travel and journey, well, that’s when you get boring and old.
This is my friend Dallyn, who got sung to/slightly hit on at least three times by our waiter at the Stardust Diner. Haaaaa....