Ho hum
So it's been a while and I thought that updating would be good. I went to Chicago this week. It was just one night, because I couldn't afford to miss too many days of school. I stayed in the Palmer House Hilton right in the middle of downtown Chicago, so I was close to everything. I went to see Peter Pan on Tuesday night, and it made me think of Amanda. Then Wednesday morning I rode to the top of the Sears Tower and then checked out the Art Institute of Chicago. My audition was at 2 and afterwardsI went straight to the airport and flew back to Missoula. It was a really fun mini-vacation.
It was a little sad walking around downtown Chicago. There is a very high homeless population, and every corner had another hungry, cold person jingling a cup of nickels. They would ask me for money, and I couldn't even look at their faces. It ripped my heart out. I wanted to help every single one of them.If I had themeans I would have rounded up as a many as possible and taken them all in to eat somewhere. I didn't giveanything to anyone, though. I knew that if I did there was only going to be another on the next corner,and it would just makeme feel even more helpless. Does that make sense? Or should I have tried to help even just one person? I know a lot of people say not to giveto them because they will just spendit on alcohol, but I don't think that is true. They really were just hungry. I feel terrible just remembering it.
On a less depressing note, I am wondering why big city men are somuch more aggressive than the ones from around here. I couldn't walk a block without getting catcalls from guys walking past or in cars... and even this one Italian guy in the bakery, who was a little to excited about helping me pick out a muffin. Something about millions of people all in a bunch makes it ok, I guess. Whatever.
Evita rehearsal hasbegun, so i am busy with that.I hope you are all well and happy!
It was a little sad walking around downtown Chicago. There is a very high homeless population, and every corner had another hungry, cold person jingling a cup of nickels. They would ask me for money, and I couldn't even look at their faces. It ripped my heart out. I wanted to help every single one of them.If I had themeans I would have rounded up as a many as possible and taken them all in to eat somewhere. I didn't giveanything to anyone, though. I knew that if I did there was only going to be another on the next corner,and it would just makeme feel even more helpless. Does that make sense? Or should I have tried to help even just one person? I know a lot of people say not to giveto them because they will just spendit on alcohol, but I don't think that is true. They really were just hungry. I feel terrible just remembering it.
On a less depressing note, I am wondering why big city men are somuch more aggressive than the ones from around here. I couldn't walk a block without getting catcalls from guys walking past or in cars... and even this one Italian guy in the bakery, who was a little to excited about helping me pick out a muffin. Something about millions of people all in a bunch makes it ok, I guess. Whatever.
Evita rehearsal hasbegun, so i am busy with that.I hope you are all well and happy!