Incident at the WestWay

We went to grab some food after seeing a movie in Times Square last night. WestWay is usually a decent diner - many an actor has gone there and sat with their script when there's time to kill. Well...I don't think I'll be going back after this! I order the Chicken Souvlaki, because I am so in the mood for anything Greek with my upcoming trip. I didn't want the platter with fries because I had just had some popcorn at the theater. So I just get the sandwich. The waiter brings it to me and there's one olive and no feta. So my gallant Mr. H requests feta for me. The waiter returns with a whole plate of several squares of feta, claiming, "We only have sides of feta." Mr. H says, "She just wants some for her sandwich." Waiter just repeats the same thing he said before. I am befuddled; Friend A says, "Just leave it," and then mutters an obscenity after the guy turned to leave. Balls-y waiter turns around asks what my friend said, who just blew him off.

So, why can't feta just come on the sandwich, platter or no platter? Why must I need to get fries to get all the toppings that should just come with the sandwich? The plate of feta cost $3.75. I took it home with me. You know what? I do remember it's the same there with hamburgers. You have to get the Deluxe with fries in order to have tomato and lettuce added to the plate. It just makes me want to go to friggin McDonald's, where I can get a whole sandwich alone, with all the toppings, from the DOLLAR MENU!!! I wonder if there are McD's in Athens, and if they have everything on pitas? Alas! It's really time for my vacation to begin!

They must think I'm a porn star

Shall I really dispel this myth to the public? If you know me, you might Google me, but please know, I was never a porn star. Yes, I was a cheerleader and I wore those short skirts, even on national tv (thanks, Conan), but I have never, no never, done adult film! Yes ... there is a porn star that used to go by my name. She now uses another name. I thought she used to come up on imdb, but today, I didn't see her. Her film titles are hilarious. Yeah. NOT ME! She is MUCH OLDER! I have GOT to get that SAG card! Hmph!

Suddenly, I'm remembering a high school teacher that used to call my name in class playfully, saying it was such an actress' name! I wonder ... !!!

Welcome to My Life

Ah, the life of an actor! On a rainy Friday night in Manhattan. Actually got out of day job on time. Had some soup on the east side before making it across town to the "Actors Connection." (Yes, I agree, the name should have an apostrophe.) It was pouring, so instead of walking, I decided to preserve my hair and makeup by taking the subway. Or, that was the idea. Ok. Well, the tracks are flooded, and the E and V trains are not running. Rush-hour commuters everywhere. Stranded. But the 6 is running, they say. I naively try and make my way to that platform through the smelly underbelly of the station, dripping with who knows what. Wall to wall people. An announcement trains are being delayed. Oh, this was a mistake. I wait a few minutes and then make my way back through the crowds to the street. OK, I guess I'll walk. There was no way of catching a cab in this. My first concern was my looks, then I realized my pictures could also get ruined. I was going to meet with 5 print agents for the first time, for which, yes, I had to pay a "seminar fee." Well, I made the walk in my heels from 3rd Avenue to 9th Avenue, and down 10 blocks. With my "cute, little" Liz Claiborne umbrella. Yep, didn't quite do the trick, but who could have predicted this much rain?

I make it in time for the Q & A session, where actors asked the same, age-old questions to the agents. What day is best to send my picture to you? How can I hold your attention? Oh, how some things never, ever change! And after the Q & A, we were divided into groups. Each of us would have exactly 3 minutes with each agent one on one. Time is kept by the organizer, who tells you when you have 30 seconds left with the agent. Each 3 minutes cost me $25. Thankfully, my photos were unharmed and I had time to freshen up in the tiny bathroom, surrounded by other girls trying to salvage themselves. When my time came, each agent looked at my pictures and evaluated my potential as a commercial print model. "You look older in person than in your pictures," one said. (My pictures were taken 2 weeks ago and have not been retouched.) "It must be that I have a very old soul that you're sensing," I thought to reply on my way home that night! Witty, but not quite quick enough, the rain having dulled my humor. Alas. Each told me to send them my new pictures. A couple seemed sincere about their interest. I'm not tall enough to do fashion, but could I possibly be "America's Next Top Real Person?" ha, ha. Time will tell...! (Pssst...call me!)