Day 9: Frolicking in Foliage

Hi adoring fans (Shannon Hicks…no relation)!

Day 8 is brought to you by my pal, Jessica Dillan.  J Dogg,  as I like to call her, checked out Day 4 on the old blog here, and noticed that I needed to RENT A CAR AND DRIVE THROUGH FOLIAGE before the EOW.  Like a true chorus-girl-friend (not all that different from a regular girlfriend.  Just more (bad) harmonizing to Taylor Swift songs, and less wearing clothes in dressing rooms during intermission), she offered to take me along (road trip!) to drop off her boyfriend at the airport, and after which she said, “the world is our oyster”! (Not to be confused with worlds of clams, mussels, or snails…nobody wants the world as your snail). So what did we do?

WE DROVE THROGH FOLIAGE all the way up to a not-so-far-away land called “Connecticut”!

(Sexy picture.  I know.  Whatever.  I have a Droid.)

Something you should know about me (I mean, it’s been 9 days, we should probably get to know each other a little better, I’m more than just a hot body with the features of an infant…I have a brain too ya know), I LOVE FALL (and relatively short walks on the beach)!  It’s my most favorite time of year, and I couldn’t let the earth explode without taking a day to enjoy her and all her lady parts have to offer (the Earth’s lady parts, NOT J Dogg’s).

Also, I’d like to take this time to give a shout out to the Mayans for ending the world right at the end of my fave season and not at some other dismal part of the year like July 29th or April 15th.

So here is the adventure of J Dogg and Spunky Brewster (what? That’s my street name…if I ever take to the streets…it could happen), in a
little town called East Haddam, where the leaves are ‘a changin’, the apples are ripe for the pickin’, and stoplights are ready for the Chinese Fire Drillin’!

Here’s I am becoming one with the foliage…

Here’s JDogg being attacked by the foliage…I suggested she should become one with it instead …

What makes for better foliage fun then a random bunch of old used tires? I think there was a whimsical family of snakes living there…


Look! A pumpkin patch….


J Dogg wanted to get in some cross fit training…

PS: Don’t worry my musical theatre fans. I def stopped by La Vita Gustosa for a beverage 🙂


And the Goodspeed Opera House to say “Are you guys hiring? I could really use one of your crazy long contracts to get some health insurance. No?…moving on”

What a wonderful day filled with foliage and friends…

Yes, I pluralised “friends” because this tree and I are now buddies (just don’t tell it I’m on facebook. I can totally tell it’s the type of tree to take pictures of it’s food and post them in my newsfeed).

Day 8: Sushi and little Sarah

Tonight is the night that I have ALL YOU CAN EAT SUSHI!!

But before we begin…

Do, you remember when you were in ballet class when you were like 15, and the little 10 year old girls thought  you were super cool because you could do tripple pirouettes and you kind of had boobs?   No?  That’s not how you grew up?  Loser.  Well, that is exactly how I grew up, and tonight I’m going to write about my friend that I refer to as little Sarah.  Sidenote: I’m now realizing that some people may have misinterpreted the title of this blog (I’m not quite sure why sushi is sexual, but it’s not in this case.  It’s just delicious….not in a sexual way).

Anywho, at the age of 10, Little Sarah thought I was super cool and super grown up with my triple pirouettes,  sexy training bras, armpit hair, and (coincidentally) teen spirit deodorant.  Fast forward to 15 years later, and now it is she who is super cool and grown up with giant bazoongas, and it is I who might be the B-cupped  loser.  Little Sarah works for Fordham University, has health insurance (including Dental) and is toying with the idea of going to gradschool for Ethics!  Can you believe it?  Ethics?  And here I am, an unemployed actress (with a BA in dance, holla PPU!), spending my Saturday nights selling shots out of test tubes (red headed sluts anyone?), and using all of my free time on a bucket list of silly things like ‘all you can eat sushi’ and ‘Grey’s Anatomy marathons’.   Now I know that if/when the world ends, none of this matters, and Angels/Martians don’t care about health insurance and bazoongas in Heaven/Black Holes, BUT… if the world goes on… I hope that  the “little Sarah’s” of the world will grow and continue to be amazing grown-ups with big boobs,  hearts of gold, tolerances of sailors, and  become amazing women that we can all look up to and hope to be some day (single apocalyptic tear).

So that is why I brought little Sarah to…ALL YOU CAN EAT SUSHI!

I mean, ALL YOU CAN EAT SUSHI?!   How can you go wrong, ESPECIALLY when there is ALL YOU CAN DRINK SAKE involved!   (The world doesn’t need to hold onto all that excess sake, dead fish, and sticky-rice, anyway….I mean it all comes out in the wash…gross).

I’ve always wanted to spend an sensible Wednesday night stuffing my face with raw fish, while drinking chilled sake out of a teenie tiny cup until the button on my pants burst.   So tonight, it happened, with little Sarah.  Enjoy…

BTW, look at these links.  They are a silly flip book of me getting fatter, and/or me making music with sake jugs.

Plus….we had all you can eat Sushi and all you can Drink Sake for $26.95 at Hanami Sushi on 9th Ave!   I’m hammered!

Hmmm…am I intoxicated enough to try these weird fish slab on a rice pillow things?

Now this sushi looks good and all, but I just can’t help wondering how much cooler I would look with 2 chopsticks so I would resemble a silly walrus?

Don’t worry little Sarah! If you choke on that sake I will just follow the simple steps clearly posted on the wall behind you. Oh wait, nope, written in Japanese. Your s*it out of luck…

Another one bites the dust!