“Life is a banquet…and most poor fools are starving to death!” ~ Auntie Mame
My weight and hair length tend to fluctuate. Sometimes it’s deliberate. Sometimes…not.
Besides acting and trying to leave the world a little bit better than I found it, I just want to drink wine and rescue dogs.
I recently sat down with myself and answered a few questions:
WHAT ARE YOU REALLY GOOD AT?
Listening, learning and thinking on my feet.
WHAT DO YOU REALLY STINK AT?
Running and putting on false eyelashes. This makes me a prime target for zombies. And people who hate short eyelashes.
It’s almost impossible to embarrass me. Almost. I love improv because it’s spontaneous, honest and you have to be quick on your feet. During my first improv performance ever at a TheatreSports Show, I was pretending to be a squid and overcompensated, falling off the stage into the Orchestra Pit. As I sat there, dazed and humiliated, the slightly amused MC said, “You can leave now.”
When I was younger I was called into replace Dorothy in a production of The Wiz the week before opening. (Yes, the WIZ — long story). The Wizard’s cable snapped as he went up in the balloon and he broke his leg, the Scarecrow got hit in the head with a baseball bat, Glinda and the band were drunk every night, the chorus and I accidentally flashed a church audience during a matinee. It was basically Waiting for Guffman on crack.
IF I COULD GO BACK AND TELL MY 20-YEAR OLD SELF ANYTHING, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
I would tell me that life is way too short and I’m perfect the way I am and to not care what anyone else thinks.