On Friday I performed at The Dramatists Guild of America in NYC, and it went well. The Guild is at 1501 Broadway, which happens to be in the same building where my first NYC job was.
Last night I was on my way home from dinner at a friend’s house and there was a man on the train singing his favorite songs in full voice. The man, from what I believe is on the spectrum, and his singing was short bursts of melody with indecipherable lyrics.
Well, well, well.
The snow forecast for tomorrow sounds awful and I have already planned not to go into work.
Our next door neighbors are from one of the countries that our president allegedly referred to as a “shit hole” country. They are immigrants and have been our neighbors since we moved into our apartment and they have been fantastic neighbors.
Bodega cats are one of my favorite things about NYC, and this bodega cat is my favorite at the moment.
When I started thinking about where I wanted to grab dinner for my Birthday, it took me all of two seconds to decide. My choice? Adrienne’s Pizza Bar.
Apparently, NYC school kids are on vacation this week. Happy birthday to me!
Singing has officially been a part of my life since I was in second grade.