Life at the Inn aka my house and Rigoletto commentary
So, while I'm still convinced that few read this and fewer actually care, I'm going to write anyway because, well I have shit to say...lol
OK so we'll start with the subject of this blog. The Inn aka my house. Ok most of you may know that I am pathetically still living at home but that is due to low funds coupled with I live in one of the most expensive areas on the east coast. But that is besides the actual point. So you may or may not know that my boyf got a job here in (NE people insert groan here) Jersey. Well, while he was looking for a place and starting work, he's been living at my house....downstairs on the couch of course...because we all know i'm a chaste armenian daughter *cough cough* living in Prudytown where my parents are Mayor(s) Prudence McPrude and family. Things have been going surprisingly well between he and the McPrudes, in fact, they are getting along better than ever during our (the bf and I's) 4 yr relationship. Unfortunately, his adjustment to NJ has not been going well, he is in fact miserable, though since he's miserable everywhere he goes, I'm not sure how much I should be worried, though I am worried still. His job has not been going well either in that, they flat out lied to him about working on saturdays when he first interviewed and told him no when in fact saturdays seem to be mandatory and he will be asked to either work friday 12am-8am or sat 7am-6pm at least. So he feels that he's here but barely sees me now at the end of each day...(though it doesnt help that I have all of these rehearsals)....and that's while living at my house. He's hoping to move into his new place this sunday but thankfully he'll only be about 10 min away, a few towns over. I havn't seen the inside yet but it's a two family house of which he'll have the upstairs and storage in the basement plus washer/dryer which around here is hard to get either. Of course he wants me to move in with him, and I would love nothing more but there's no way my parents would allow it "out of wedlock" as they'd put it. So ok, that's me, the bf, the rents and my brother in the house...well for fun, my brother conveniently decides to have his friend from New Orleans/currently Baton Rouge come to visit. Ok, count 'em, 6 people for ONE shower. Well the shit hit the fan this morning when tweedle dumb and tweedle dumber (my bro and co, they're interchangeable depending on who's leading the pack) take up the bathroom all damn morning so I'm late to work. GRRRRRR I am ALWAYS the one being bumped. Musical cars in the driveway, the bathroom...it's all about what's best for everyone else....there's NO ROOM at this INN I say! This kid has GOT to GO! He's weird! He says that everything is AWESOME. Hey, how'd you sleep? oh awesome! Oh, how was your evening? i was stuck in the kitchen feeding you idiots all night. OH AWESOME! Chris, your jeep is in the way! oh ok, awesome! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! I just wanna tell him the shut the f*ck up and go the hell home! You've outstayed your welcome, the minute you said, It's awesome to be here! the end
In other news, I've been rehearsing quite a lot for my impending doom as the role of Gilda in Rigoletto. Act I is going quite well for me whereas Act II needs some work. We had rehearsal last night downtown and afterwards, my fav tenor playing the Duke and baritone playing dear 'ol daddy Rigoletto gave me a good talk after seeing my embarrassment and frustration during the rehearsal. They reminded me that in the real world one would spend AT LEAST one whole year learning the role/opera meanwhile the rest of the cast has had six months and I only two weeks, during one of which I had a nasty sinus infection. The thought does put things in perspective however, I know that vocally I'm not the directors favorite and was really hoping to win him over and well, screwing up in rehearsal isn't quite what I had in mind. Aside from a little self induced frustration, I'm having a great time and am very excited to be singing with these two amazing singers, though we're still not sure if we'll get to perform together but I'm keeping my *fingers crossed*.
xoxox ~ love mange
OK so we'll start with the subject of this blog. The Inn aka my house. Ok most of you may know that I am pathetically still living at home but that is due to low funds coupled with I live in one of the most expensive areas on the east coast. But that is besides the actual point. So you may or may not know that my boyf got a job here in (NE people insert groan here) Jersey. Well, while he was looking for a place and starting work, he's been living at my house....downstairs on the couch of course...because we all know i'm a chaste armenian daughter *cough cough* living in Prudytown where my parents are Mayor(s) Prudence McPrude and family. Things have been going surprisingly well between he and the McPrudes, in fact, they are getting along better than ever during our (the bf and I's) 4 yr relationship. Unfortunately, his adjustment to NJ has not been going well, he is in fact miserable, though since he's miserable everywhere he goes, I'm not sure how much I should be worried, though I am worried still. His job has not been going well either in that, they flat out lied to him about working on saturdays when he first interviewed and told him no when in fact saturdays seem to be mandatory and he will be asked to either work friday 12am-8am or sat 7am-6pm at least. So he feels that he's here but barely sees me now at the end of each day...(though it doesnt help that I have all of these rehearsals)....and that's while living at my house. He's hoping to move into his new place this sunday but thankfully he'll only be about 10 min away, a few towns over. I havn't seen the inside yet but it's a two family house of which he'll have the upstairs and storage in the basement plus washer/dryer which around here is hard to get either. Of course he wants me to move in with him, and I would love nothing more but there's no way my parents would allow it "out of wedlock" as they'd put it. So ok, that's me, the bf, the rents and my brother in the house...well for fun, my brother conveniently decides to have his friend from New Orleans/currently Baton Rouge come to visit. Ok, count 'em, 6 people for ONE shower. Well the shit hit the fan this morning when tweedle dumb and tweedle dumber (my bro and co, they're interchangeable depending on who's leading the pack) take up the bathroom all damn morning so I'm late to work. GRRRRRR I am ALWAYS the one being bumped. Musical cars in the driveway, the bathroom...it's all about what's best for everyone else....there's NO ROOM at this INN I say! This kid has GOT to GO! He's weird! He says that everything is AWESOME. Hey, how'd you sleep? oh awesome! Oh, how was your evening? i was stuck in the kitchen feeding you idiots all night. OH AWESOME! Chris, your jeep is in the way! oh ok, awesome! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH! I just wanna tell him the shut the f*ck up and go the hell home! You've outstayed your welcome, the minute you said, It's awesome to be here! the end
In other news, I've been rehearsing quite a lot for my impending doom as the role of Gilda in Rigoletto. Act I is going quite well for me whereas Act II needs some work. We had rehearsal last night downtown and afterwards, my fav tenor playing the Duke and baritone playing dear 'ol daddy Rigoletto gave me a good talk after seeing my embarrassment and frustration during the rehearsal. They reminded me that in the real world one would spend AT LEAST one whole year learning the role/opera meanwhile the rest of the cast has had six months and I only two weeks, during one of which I had a nasty sinus infection. The thought does put things in perspective however, I know that vocally I'm not the directors favorite and was really hoping to win him over and well, screwing up in rehearsal isn't quite what I had in mind. Aside from a little self induced frustration, I'm having a great time and am very excited to be singing with these two amazing singers, though we're still not sure if we'll get to perform together but I'm keeping my *fingers crossed*.
xoxox ~ love mange