Holi-Day!

Remember the last time that I blogged and it was snowing? Marvelous, n'est-ce pas?

MALHEUREUSEMENT, it has not snowed since then. It has rained multiple times (of course, because my rain boots eventually bit the dust and I had to throw them out because "well, it's October - it's not going to rain anymore!", so please raise your hand if you regret that decision. Kelly raises hand. THAT'S WHAT I THOUGHT) which is no fun.

But since the wonderful snowing/Christmas tree experience, much has happened.

On the work/classes side of things, everything has been great. I had my last classes for everything except Singing and Dialects last week, and it was bittersweet (heavy on the bitter). I ADORED my classes. I won't be sad to see my one crazy scene partner go, but I'll super miss my awesome one, and my teachers were all great and talented and fun and (in the case of Irma) intimidatingly awe-inspiring.

I was horrendously ill for my final scene in Lola's class. She took one look at me and told me to go home and go to bed, but I had dragged myself all the way there, so I was going to perform, dammit. And she told me that I'm hilarious and that I could be on SNL (!) and that she doesn't think I should be going back to Michigan because "credits transfer so why on earth can't you just stay here???".

Needless to say, I walked around high on praise for a few days. Still feeling good about it, actually, haha.

And work has been fun. I have been getting some free lunches out of it, and as everyone knows, I love the lunch. I took approximately six days to register the first and second year NYU students for their second semester, which is about five days and six hours longer than it should take. I'm pretty sure I just kept getting distracted. Amanda would have a story, or someone would start yelling and then all was lost.

I also helped out at Young Actors at Strasberg which is a) exhausting, b) chaotic, c) the most bizarre program in the world and d) the best birth control EVER. Watching fifteen screaming seven-year-olds reenact The Wizard of Oz was potentially the most terrifying thing I have ever seen in my entire life. If anyone ever asks you if you want to help out in an acting class for seven to nine year old, just SAY NO. IT ISN'T WORTH IT.

And this last weekend was Young Actors Open House, where parents are invited to attend and watch what their kids did all semester. And I felt terrible for the kids whose parents didn't bother to show up or anything. Devastating. Perhaps this is because I was raised by Rob and Nance Voigt, who not only attended every single thing I have ever been in, but also usually offered to sell tickets, bring pizza to the tech day and gave me flowers afterwards. They also went to every single Evelyn Schuette Choir Concert and Christmas Spectacular. Good for them.

And actually, speaking of Christmas Spectaculars...

WE SAW THE ROCKETTES.

And it was amazing. Carol-singin', high-kickin', wooden-soldier-slow-fallin' and between-5'6"-and5'9"-bein' and everythin'. Calling it a Christmas Spectacular is no hyperbole, my friends. It was so much fun. Radio City is huge, and it was totally decked out in wreaths and holly and mistletoe and lights and trees and it was amazing. And the Rockettes were just so FUN! I saw them a long time ago, when I was little and they came to Detroit, but I had forgotten just how much they do. My favorite might have been the tap dance number to the 12 Days of Christmas. I'm a sucker for a tap dance number. But the LIVE CAMELS at the end also hold a special place in my heart.

LIVE CAMELS. Seriously. Just hangin' out. Celebratin' the birth of Our Lord and Savior Jesus H. Christ. Ain't no thang.

Later in the week, Nicholas and I went to the opera. And let me tell you, there is nothing like a show at the Metropolitan Opera. We saw Il Trittico, which is a group of three Puccini short operas. The first two are tragedies (a man kills his wife's lover in one, and in the second, heartbreaking one, a woman who was sent to a convent for having an illegitimate child finds out that her child died and then she kills herself) but the last is a comedy and it was HIGH-LARIOUS. I love the opera. The set was mobile, and there were THREE DIFFERENT SETS. ONE FOR EACH SHOW. That's incredible. They struck and entire set and moved on a different one in twenty minutes. Beautiful. And then there was a different light design for each one! Aaaggghhhh!!!! The magic of the theatre, my friends. MAGICAL.

Last night, Nick took me to a reading of a new play at MTC. It was called Glenhawk. Sometimes I find it hard to listen to staged readings, but this one kept me engaged. The play is pretty good. It could use a rewrite and a bit of commitment to some of the character choices, but overall it was fun. And more importantly, I got to see where Nick works every day. SO LEGIT. He works in a real office. With a real desk. With a real mug of pens and pencils and a real computer and a real tray with dividers and folders and important looking papers.

Perhaps I am only in awe because I hope to never work in an office, but it was all so REAL. He has a REAL JOB. Wowwwww. Hooray Nicholas!

And that was pretty much the week.

We're getting down to our last few days here, and it hits me a little harder every single day. For a while it was easy to say, "Oh, a month longer. That's AGES." But now we're down to ten days, and I have seriously PACKED those days. I'm excited to come home for Christmas, but sad to end the best semester ever and say goodbye to the best city in the world. Such a double-edged sword (my favorite phrase as of late). Coming home a new person? Maybe. I think just more of a person. Plus also I got a Twitter while I was here. So there's that as well. Haha.

Miss you! Love always, Kelly