Slap That...and always fly away

I auditioned for the Australian musical "The Venetian Twins." This was a first for me, not just because of the requisite Aussie accent, it was the first time I auditioned for a show for a director I had slapped. I've slapped only one person in my life (which is of course a story in itself, and will unfortunately never appear in this blog) and it was this director.
After reading part of the script, I knew I wanted to audition. After seeing the name of the director, I knew if I auditioned, it would take a lot of moxy. Fortunately, I've got moxy to spare, and am always available for blog fodder, so I went. He was very professional, never mentioning the aforesaid altercation. However, after I read for the specific part, he had me read another scene as a different character, Rosina. In the scene, Rosina slaps someone across the face. The slap was bad; the angle, the energy...just bad. I half expected the director to shout "I know you can do better than that!" But he didn't. I'm sure he was laughing inside. I'll know if I got a call-back by next week. Not holding breath.

If you haven't yet, check out the new blog of Ann--a clever and witty wordsmith searching for a place in the dreary American job market, armed with The Arabian Nights.

The apartment search in ON. I've emailed/messaged at least 10 potential freaks in search of the perfect box. One near my current place is leading in my heart. I would share it with "one lady always fly away." Sounds like a good deal to me.
In a very bizarre turn of events, I also discovered an ad to share an apartment with the German model I met during the commercial 2 weekends ago. Plus, I've been seeing her in JillStuart ads plastered all over the trains. Not sure why a seemingly normal top model wants to share a flat, but I sent her a request anyway. I think I'll have some pull considering our shared history as orange Marge Simpsons.