Day 89: How I feel about Church…

Posted on March 29, 2013 by sixtysixdaysofsarah

Hey there adoring fans (Stephanie Leone)!

This is Abby Church.

This is why this post is about Abby Church and not the other kind of Church as the heading implies…gotcha…peace be with you:

If you are not a loyal reader (because you are a loser…or a hobo who stole somebody’s computer while they were in the bathroom at Starbucks because the nice little old lady that said she would watch it got up and left because she realized she forgot to record her stories and you “the hobo” google searched SixtySixdaysofSarah because there’s been talk around town that the blog frequently compares things to hobos…and now you feel like a celebrity so congratulations! Now put that computer back where you found it…maybe leave the browser open to my blog though…I could always use more readers…) then you may not know that Abby Church is my roommate. Abby is a brilliant and successful Broadway actor/dancer/singer and a big supporter of mine. She follows my blog (and convinced several of her family members to follow my blog…Hi Church’s and in-laws of Church’s!), comes to all of my improv shows, and cleans the bathroom when I forget to. These are all good accounts of her awesomeness, but this Wednesday she went above and beyond toilet bowl cleaning. You see, on Wednesday night I had an Improv show that I was pretty nervous about. I’ve gotten to that place where it’s no longer impressive that I can stand on stage and talk. That jig is up. Now I’ve been doing it long enough where I should be hilarious and impressive at all times and am put on stage with people that have been doing improv for 10 years so I have to man up and be as crazy good as they are. Plus, my friends have already seen me do the easy stuff. It must be like babies and potty training where after they poop in the toilet for the first time the parents cheer, cry, and buy an ice cream cake, but every time the child uses the toilet there after is a snooze fest. I only assume this is how potty training goes as I have no idea how babies work (see Day 74: So I guess the Children are our future?). I did a fine job in the show, but I felt I didn’t fully step up to the plate and was under impressed with my work, so naturally I was a little bummed when I arrived at the after party and could not wait to grab a beer. Abby was waiting for me at the bar. She gave me a hug, told me I was awesome, and handed me a card. It was a business card and read:

Sarah Bullwinkle*

actress. writer. comedian. bad ass.

http://www.sixtysixdaysofsarah.com

time to make life a little more awesome.

I almost cried. She had an entire box of business cards made for me. And when I asked why, she said “‘Cause you’re the real deal.” This is why Abby Church is so awesome. Because it wasn’t my Birthday, or Christmas, or National Give Your Roommate a Gift so Great it Will Make Her Cry Day. But because she believes in me when sometimes I forget to believe in myself. I hope you all find an Abby Church in your lives…cause you can’t have mine!

*My last name has been changed to protect myself from computer thieving hobo’s.

Day 80: Last Friday Night…

Posted on March 22, 2013 by sixtysixdaysofsarah

Hey there adoring fans (Matty Wilson)!

I don’t think Jesus knew what lay inside Pandora’s box when he invented certain things: cheese from a squirt can, a bra that holds an entire bottle of wine (see Day 52: Wine Rack Wednesday!) and the most evil/amazing service of them all…Netflix! I mean, sure, he did a great job by bringing us Tivo (remember Tivo? Or do you just remember Miranda Hobbes liking Tivo? or do you even appreciate that I google imaged Tivo so that I could show the proper color palette?), followed by DVR and Primetime on Demand, but even those inventions required a picking up of the remote to fast-forward through commercials or at least a good minute or two of watching pre-paid advertisements to convince us to spend our time watching other shows rather than playing with our children (error: you playing your children) or taking a stroll through the park (error: going to the liquor store). But then Jesus, the Devil, the creator of Popples, and Snowball (my albino bunny rabbit from growing up who always had menacing red eyes) got together for their weekly poker night and after a few Jameson shots came up with the idea of Netflix. Gone are the days where I would say things like “Don’t worry Abby, I’ll load the dishwasher during the next commercial break,” or “Ok, Sarah. If you’re going to spend your evening at home watching TV and eating Thai food, the least you can do is a few crunches whenever you see that adorable GEICO Gecko.” Yes America, the reason why we are fat with dirty dishes and un-taken-out recyclables is because of Netflix. And all because of Netflix, my last Friday night was spent NOT dancing on table tops, skinny dipping in the dark, or having a menage trois’ like adorable teen icon Katy Perry* would have recommended, but it was spent watching Netflix. Now, as I do realize that I need to write a blog about this experience (what could be more entertaining than someone writing about watching TV? Oh, I know…watching paint dry…or just watching TV yourself…duh) so instead of going for my usual RomCom or 15th episode of Arrested Development (I know! I got a late start on it, but this show is hilarious!) I decided to broaden my horizons a little bit with a documentary. After all, I am trying to improve my life here, and what better way to do that than to stay informed about the world around me. Plus you don’t have to read anything! The documentaries provide all of the one sided facts you need on any topic you could think of: food, sex, small super skinny third world country children with bugs constantly landing on their eyeballs, fat white guys who make beer/grow pot, or a little robot that cleans up our planet’s mess so us humans can go on a space cruise and drink food through a straw while losing bone density (ok, ok, that was Wall-E but it’s basically a documentary from the future. No? You don’t think so? Well no one asked you Snowball so take your creepy eyeballs and get out of here!) I started with one documentary, but quickly fell down the slippery slope of Netflix/humanity with 2 more and finally hit the bottom of the barrel…and my wine bottle. I’ve chosen to review these movies with a poem (because I’m super artsy and deep (that’s what he said!):

First up: Vegucated

Roses are red,

violets are blue.

Our planet is dying,

because of cow poo.

Second Up: Inside North Korea

(with that chick that was on the View a long time ago)

A haiku …

This sh*t is crazy

Don’t go to North Korea

Because you will die.

Now I needed something to cheer me up. My BF, Netflix, needed to show me something funny about the world we live in which brings me to our third and final movie…

3. Joan Rivers!

(is surprisingly sad)

There once was a woman named Joan,

whose face makes you just want to groan.

She still is alive,

at age seventy-five

But I’d much rather watch Home Alone.

I give up! This poor woman’s story should be so inspiring, but at the end of the day, it’s just as depressing as veal marsala, and North Korean karaoke parties.

And I’m done. Time to put on Wall-E, at least there’s a happy ending there…kind of.

Alright alright. I didn’t watch Wall-E (couldn’t figure out how to use the Blue Ray player when my roommate John is not here). I’ve thought about my night of documentaries and came up with a moral for these stories…well, two of them anyway. The Moral of Vegucated and Inside North Korea: It’s easy to ignore what’s happening in our world and to continue going on with our easy peazy lives. It’s a lot harder to stand up and fight or let alone recognize what’s happening to other people’s/animal’s rights, and I am very thankful for the people who produced these movies for pulling the wool from my eyes to show me what’s really going on in slaughter houses/North Korea (it’s odd how similar these 2 things are). All 12 of you reading this should totally watch these movies!

As far as Miss. Joan Rivers is concerned…

I commend her on working hard against all odds and paving the way for female comics. I just wish she wasn’t so sad all the time, but then again, she is human (64%) and should not have to be happy for the likes of me. I do really hate when I walk into a room without a smile on my face and then have a friend ask me “what’s wrong?” I get that I’m the life of the party 90% of the time (you’re welcome), but that doesn’t mean that I have to be it 100% of the time…does it? Now I feel horrible about wishing that Joan Rivers wasn’t so sad. I take it back! Be sad all you want sister! Live your life! Viva Las Vegas! So there’s my take away. Be who you are, and feel how you want to feel, and stop giving a f*ck about what anyone else has to say about it.

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Day 74: So I guess “the Children are our Future?”

Posted on March 15, 2013 by sixtysixdaysofsarah

Hey there adoring fans (Doug Smith)!

It’s time to let all of my fans out there know that I have come across a new job opportunity…

A. Argentinian Cardinal.

B. Mob wife of the MiddleWestSide.

C. Teaching dance to youths.

If you guessed C, you are correct (A and B are both just fantasy jobs that I create for myself while selling shots to 21 year old hoodlums)!

This new job opportunity situation all came about because my roommate John had been teaching kids to dance for like ever and had just booked a job that would take him out of the city for 4 months. Hold on…rewind…before we continue on with John’s story, you need a little background information about me: You see, I never really took a stab at teaching (stab is probably not the best term to use when speaking about teaching children… Let’s change that to “teaching has never really tickled my fancy”…wait no, that’s just as bad…in a gross way…Ok, how about “I never thought about becoming a dance teacher because) I was far too busy auditioning and performing as a professional dancer. Plus I always hated hearing that depressing advice: “Well, you could always teach,” which in my mind was the equivalent of saying: “You’re all washed up Sarah. Throw in the towel and get some use out of that diploma your mother and I are still paying for.” Now to be clear, my parents have never said that to me, nor has anyone else for that matter. It’s just one of those snarky little beliefs that I’ve had in my brain about teaching since I was a teenager. Which is completely silly because had I not had amazing teachers growing up, I wouldn’t be nearly as talented and successful as I am today (What? I AM talented and successful! What’s that? Yes, I did write a blog about only having 37 dollars to my name earlier this week. Success isn’t measured in money you d-bag! It’s measured in how many times you’ve been nominated for a Grammy in the category of Original Cast Recording,..which I have….one time…so basically I’m famous. Suck it.) I’ve taken a look at what I’ve been up to job wise since I “took a break” from musical theatre audition land, and thought that teaching a few classes here and there could be a good thing. It would definitely reduce the amount of time I spent working (and drinking) in bars. Ok, I’ll do it! Wait are you confused? I am, I wrote this blog in several nonsensical chunks before putting it together. And now, I’ve poured myself a glass of wine, so things could get messy. Let’s go back to where we left off with John…

Along with teaching tap, jazz, and ballet classes at a studio in Westchester, he was also the choreographer for a junior production of Tarzan. This is how it went down in our apartment after celebrating the news of his fabulous gig:

“I know,” he said to me from down the hall, “You could teach my classes and take over choreographing Tarzan!”

(notice the exclamation point).

“Sure,” I replied.

(notice lack of exclamation point).

I was sure that I could choreograph. I have always been a great choreographer. Proof: In college, I had choreographed and performed an interpretive dance solo to a monologue I wrote based on the mayoclinic.com website about correctly diagnosing hemorrhoids. It was a crowd favorite! Plus, I had been in Tarzan in Boston the summer before, so I was super familiar with the show and had already done my gorilla research (very important for Tarzan. Would you perform Cats without studying those kittens-playing-paddycake videos? The answer is NO. Just ask anyone that’s ever done Cats…that’s you Jessica Dillan!). So, choreography wasn’t the problem…it was the kids. Ok, let me re-phrase that. The kids weren’t necessarily problem. It was the I-haven’t-really-worked-with-kids-for-more-than-a-few-hours-in-my-entire-life that was the problem. Sure, I’ve subbed a class for a friend from time to time, or taught a weekend workshop, but at the end of the day, all I do is make the tikes laugh for a few hours and then move on with my life, never knowing or being responsible for any of them learning or growing beyond those few hours. But now, I have to care. I have to make sure they get better from week to week. And I do, I really do care. I just don’t know how kids work these days. I have no younger siblings, my cousins are all my age, and the only friends of mine that have offspring have babies, and all I know about babies is that I’m not supposed to shake them. I cannot for the life of me tell how old kids are anymore. And even if I find out how old they are, I have no idea what age’s know what things…

Here are some examples…

This is a picture of my roommate Abby’s adorable niece, Sadie.

Based on everything I know about children, Sadie is between 0 and 10 years old. She might know how to use the potty OR might know the square root of pi.

Here are 2 children I saw on the street today with their Mom (presumably).

I’m gonna say the one on the left is between 2 and 17, could be having trouble telling time OR is up to date on foreign policy. The little-er one may be mastering how to tie her shoes OR might be up to Chapter 7 in Fifty Shades of Grey .

After realizing it might be creepy (OR illegal) to photograph random children on the street, I went into Duane Reade for some more examples.

Here is a card I found of a little boy and a little girl looking all “old-timey” while having ironic dialogue bubbles coming out of their heads.

Let’s call them Dick and Jane.

Jane is either wetting her diaper, OR explaining how to make Dick’s bike more aerodynamic. Dick has either just discovered that he has a penis, OR is telling Jane to get back in the kitchen where she belongs (he was named Dick for a reason).

And PS you guys. How old is this Dora the Explorer gal anyway? Six? Quince? Taco?

Now here is a beautiful family that I found at TJ Max (along with a frame that I am considering buying for $12.99).

I think the little boy is between 9 and 19 and the little girl is between… wait…I’m going to go with 9 and 19 as well! They are twins. They both could know how to count to 100 OR the meaning of life. Hold up…those parents are looking between 25 and 40. That’s my age! Oh god, people my age have 19 year old spiritually-genius twins that can count to 100. I should just throw in the towel and call myself a spinster now. Ruby, it’s time we get some cats! I’ve got the perfect frame for our spinster family photo (if they take Discover).

Now that we’ve discovered that I am an idiot when it comes to children, I decided to take some time to get my s*it together and gather all of the hard core facts that I could find on kids…

Nailed it! I’m ready…

So children, after conducting hours of scientific research, I’ve concluded that if at the age of 12, Harry Potter can uncover the Chamber of Secrets and kill both a giant man-eating snake AND small soul-eating diary of a mass murderer, you all should be able to tendu from 5th position. And if Rue could stay alive through several days of the Hunger Games AND complete an elaborate ingenious plan to blow up the mountain of food hoarded by those d-bag kids from the mean districts, than you should be able to show me some double time steps! And for you other kids out there that are oddly large, small, slow, pimply, or clubfooted for your age, just take a look at our friends Neville Longbottom or even Peeta Mellark. Dancing may be the number one best thing on the planet, but Herbology and Cake Decorating run a close second.

PS: This is another card I found at Duane Reade. I like it even though I can’t tell if the kitten knows physics OR not…OR why it is drinking a martini…OR why it is an Easter Card?

PS: This is how you research Gorillas.

This is my buddy Vasthy and I in between Act I and II of performing Tarzan. The more you know (cue rainbow and shooting star).

Day 68: And then there was thirty-seven dollars…

Posted on March 11, 2013 by sixtysixdaysofsarah

Hey there adoring fans (Dewey Caddell)!

And then there’s that one day when you look at your bank account and only have 37 dollars to your name. You think…

“Wow Sarah. 30 years old and all you have to show for it is these measly 37 dollars. It looks like your hitting life right out of the park!”

And it’s not like you are going to have only $37 forever. In fact, you’re waiting on some unemployment money and picking up a few checks tomorrow. Plus you are working at a rowdy bar on 5th Avenue on St. Patricks day where you are sure to make some sweet cash in-between dodging the bar fights and underage vomitting. Then you take a second to re-read everything you’ve written in this post so far and think to yourself that you might want to take a look at your career path. You consider that maybe if you went back to the way things were and you had a Musical gig lined up like your roommate John, you wouldn’t need to worry about your 37 dollar dilemma because starting on Monday you would be working a solid 36 hours a week tap dancing, receiving health insurance, and rolling in a steady paycheck for $800 or so dollars a week while subletting your apartment in Manhattan. Plus, once the show goes up you’d only be working 24 hours a week and have plenty of free time to go to the gym and be all skinny again. But as you take a sip of tea (wine) out of your “How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying” coffee mug, you remember that the last time you did a show you had more fun being silly in the dressing room and playing practical jokes on the cast then you did performing your ensemble track. But at least you had money. Well, not that much money. You had lots ‘o money when you were on Broadway, but that only lasted a year and you spent all of it on steak dinners, Betsy Johnson dresses, and taxis. Then you get a little bit happier about the fact that you no longer eat meat because tofu is way less expensive than a steak dinner. But then you have become counter productive yet again because you remember that you could easily go to the McDonald’s and pick up like 7 burgers for 99 cents but anything tofu based is at least 8 dollars…plus you have to go home and cook it…then you remember that your only good pan is in the dishwasher and then think that you should probably have more than one decent pan to cook with and start shopping online for pans but then are reminded about the $37 dollar budget that you have for the next 36 hours and get sad all over again. Then you make a list (because that’s what you like to do, and let’s face it, you need some inexpensive cheering up right now) about all the things that could happen to you in the next 36 hours that require more than 37 dollars.

Possible things that could happen in the next 36 hours that would require more than $37

Living Social offers a $39 dollar deal where you receive a bottle of Pinot Noir…everyday…for life.

A mysterious stranger has lost his wallet and needs $38 for a cab ride home to his mansion inside the Statue of Liberty and is willing to trade you his beach house in Fiji for that $38 cab fare but only if you have exactly 38 dollars.

Your dog swallows a mousetrap.

Your agent calls you with an audition for a Colgate commercial but you can’t afford the Crest 3D Whitestrips to erase the evidence of last nights Pinot Noir extravaganza…then wonder if Colgate has a cheaper version of whitening strips and if they did, why haven’t you heard of them? Maybe it’s not worth going to this audition after all. Sounds like Colgate needs to get their s*it together anyway.

Your dog swallows a clock radio.

You get invited by a well known ex-rapper to an exclusive dinner party where Missy Misdemeanor Elliott performs her One-Night-Only-I’m-out-of-retirement-and-singing-“I Can’t-Stand-the-Rain”-for-all-of-my-adoring-fans-that-were-obsessed-with-that-song-in-middle-school and you realize that your black garbage bag dress is still at the tailors with a steep up charge of $40 from when you spilled cocktail sauce on it at your last ex-rapper dinner party.

Your dog swallows a chocolate fountain.

The “Hey! You have a face that kind of looks like Tapanga from the popular 90’s teen sitcom Boy Meets World” contest is taking place on the Upper West Side with a $40 entrance fee and the grand prize is a date with the kid who played Minkus who is surprisingly hot and rich now*

Your dog swallows your 37 dollars.

If any of these things happened before I picked up my paycheck tomorrow, I would be super sad. I hate how money dictates my life. I guess maybe the answer is that I should not let money dictate my life. That’s it. Ok, I’m glad we talked this out. Bring it in for a hug. I’m going to borrow a buck from my roommate and take a cab to a very exclusive mansion inside the Statue of Liberty.

*I know you all just googled Minkus from Boy Meets World.

*He is not hot now.

Day 50something: Don’t Cry for me ArgenTINA!!

Posted on March 6, 2013 by sixtysixdaysofsarah

Hey there adoring fans (Caitlin Maura)!

If we go back eons (or just 3 months ago) you’ll notice that I have a little thing (in an admiring way…not a gay way…not that I would throw her out of bed because she would probably just lay there saying hilarious things all night…and bring along a sandwich) for the one and only

Tina Fey…

In fact, one of my goals before the End of the World (this blog originally began as a bucket list of things I wanted to do before D-day/December 21st…I also tried my first raw oyster…impressed?) was to meet her. I even went so far as to send her an invitation to Thanksgiving dinner in the shape of a

hand turkey…

And when that didn’t work I spent an entire Sunday afternoon at the restaurant where a friend had told me she saw her having brunch one time…

She never showed.

(Side note: You’ll notice I wore a very calculated outfit in the hopes that we would be wearing the same sweater so I could say “Hey! Same sweater! Did you plan this..wink wink? Let’s be friends. I wear glasses for distance.”)

And thanks to a treaty made with the Space Zombies, the world did not end ( everyone knows it was the Space Zombies that were after us…not the Mayans…duh) and I now had an infinite amount of time to meet Tina Fey, find her on Facebook, and wear those little heart necklaces where her’s says “Best” and mine says “Friends 4 Eva”. With no deadline in sight, I could finally relax. I turned 30, reevaluated my life and started making new goals for myself. I re-read The Secret and created a vision board of all of the things I wanted for my future, and as you can see…

Tina was still there, right at the top!

(and oddly enough, the Family Guy episode featuring Ryan Reynolds came on that night…his picture is on the right had cork-board-flower petal because he is going to be my pool boy…when I get really rich and buy a pool…for my rooftop…of my very own Manhattan Skyscraper…that only has 4 floors because I’m kinda afraid of heights…)

I added in some more Improv classes to my schedule, continued to work on my screenplay, and started saving my pennies so that soon I could take and acting for TV and Film course. All of which are things I believe Tina would be proud of. I kept trucking along and one day, as luck would have it, I got the call. My friend Sarah’s husband Andrew was a personal trainer in the city and just happened to be the personal-trainer-of-James-Lipton’s-wife’s-boss (say that 5 times fast). She had been offered tickets for a very special Inside the Actors Studio, but was going to be out of town and asked Andrew if he had any friends that might be interested. And lucky for me Andrew is a big fan of my blog,

so…

on Tuesday March 26th, I was invited to a filming of Inside the Actors Studio with guest artist…my hero…Tina Fey!

And like any good student (stalker) I took some notes that I would like to share with you.

Here are my favorite quotes from the evening:

“Only in mid 90’s comedy does an obedient white girl from the suburbs count as diversity.” -when asked to interview for a writing position at SNL, as Lorne was looking for diversity.

“Do you want me, or do you want (me to do) Will Ferrell’s me?” – James Lipton when asked to perform as himself in a film.

“Fuck it. They can’t fire me. I don’t work here anymore.” –when approached by SNL to do Sarah Palin.

“Writing is tedious, painful, and boring until it’s done. Then it’s Thrilling.” – when asked about her process.

“These sketches were not just funny, they were history.” – James Lipton on Tina’s Sarah Palin sketches.

“He’s a hilarious character actor in a leading man’s skull.” – when asked about working with Alec Baldwin.

“They have to talk fast and not paraphrase.” – on auditioning actors for 30 Rock.

“Shhhh…don’t speak.“ – what her father said to her after a stranger had stabbed her in the face.

“Shitballs.” – when asked what her favorite curse word was.

“Your job is to be a director. Your job is not to teach people that women can be directors” – when asked about women working in a man’s world.

“Talent is not sexually transmitted. You don’t have to have sex with someone talented to get talent.” – when giving advice to the female acting majors.

“You’re roommates with Oprah!” – when asked what she hoped God would say to her when he met her at the Pearly Gates.

“Don’t eat Lean Cuisines.” – more advice about working with men.

“The nice thing about improv is you learn how to fail. Five times out of ten it’s going to be terrible. Failing in front of an audience. You know it’s not going to kill you.” – on the benefits of Improv.

“Clearly defined characters from the beginning. Give everyone a clear point of view. 4 white girls living in an apartment. Not so clear.” – on the success of writing for 30 Rock.

“Laughter” – when asked what was her turn on.

“Cowardice” – when asked what was her turn off.

“If I was just an actress none of this would have happened.” – the reason that I get a lady boner for her.

And just a few other fun facts

Did you know…?

In High School Tina wrote an anonymous comedy column for her school newspaper.
She met Amy Poehler in an Improv Company called Improv Olympic.
Darrell Hammond was actually the first SNL player to try James Lipton, but when it bombed Will Ferrell asked if he could have a stab at it.
Lorne Michael’s doorman was the first to offer that Tina Fey looked an awful lot like Sarah Palin.

Although I did not get to actually meet Tina (yet), I had a wonderful time listening to her speak. She is everything I hoped she would be. She likes the word shitballs and has done a damn good job for us women in the industry. Oh yeah, and my vision board worked mutha fu*k@’s!

Shout out to my amazing friends Sarah Marie Jenkins Briedis and Andrew Briedis! You are my heroes!

(And that giant line of people are all of the students that waited outside for 6 hours in order to see the filming. Which makes me glad that I am 30 and thanks to Andrew and Sarah, a VIP!)

Day 55: P is for Progress…

Posted on February 23, 2013 by sixtysixdaysofsarah

Hey there adoring fans (Lisa Rohinsky)!

It looks like things are looking up. I’ve just been hired to write the weekly newsletter for my favorite Improv family (http://www.Improvolution.org) , I have a meeting with the founder of a new comedy website coming up in a few days, and I have something really awesome planned for this Tuesday that I would love to share with you all but I don’t want to jinx it so your just going to have to wait. (No, it’s not a date Mom. Yes, I’m sure there are plenty of nice boys out there. Leave me alone. No, I’m not going to end up a cat lady. I don’t even like cats. If anything I’ll be a dog lady…or an alcoholic.) So now that I’m on a pretty good writing path, I thought it would be fun to share with you a little insight about my writing process. See, I’m always looking for things to write about. Some of them are good ideas, and some of them are not so good. Let’s take a look at the blog posts that didn’t quite make the cut…

Day 17: Blow me!

The day I gave Ruby a blow dry.

Day 35: How long has that been in your hole?

The day I cleaned out the mysterious hole in the office at work…

Day 23: If a Ebenezer Scrooge was contacted in a Chinese Restaurant…

The day my fortune cookie freaked me out.

Day 37: Excuse me dear, how much to check this penis?

The day I checked really weird stuff while working coat check…

Day 50: S is for Solidification…

The day Ruby finally took a solid poop…

Day 21: Ouch, my carbon foot print just kicked Earth in the nuts.

The day I discovered that my printer has been plugged in for the past 7 years without ever using it because it ran out of ink…in 2006.

Day 2: I’m too afraid to jump!

The day I almost tested my parents memory foam mattress like they do on the infomercial.

Day 53: I wanna get wit’ ya, mami. Now let me see where the lord split ya?

The day I got drunk while listening to a Pitbull song and took a picture of my split ends.

So there you have it. Not every idea is a good idea, but just like they say in the Lottery,

“You gotta play to win!”

Day 52: Wine Rack Wednesday!

Posted on February 21, 2013 by sixtysixdaysofsarah

Hey there adoring fans (Nikki De Lapenta)!

As all of you are loyal readers of my blog (or you just checked this site out hoping to find 66 different sex positions of Sarah…which you won’t…because there’s only 2…and why would I call it SixtySixdaysofSarah if it was about sex positions you weirdo? I would call it SixtySixSexPositionsofSarah…someone’s totally going to steal that idea…I want 5% of it’s earnings you perverts!), you know that I had a major realization on Tuesday, which was:

I’ve been spending all of my energy focusing on the things that I don’t want in my life and haven’t even scratched the surface of the things I do want in life.

I needed to admit to myself (and to all of you Nosy McNosersons) what my big goals were. And naturally, those goals consisted of becoming a rich and famous actor/screenwriter/novelist/world leader. So on Wednesday I set my eyes on the prize and got to work…

“Desire is the key to motivation, but it’s determination and commitment to an unrelenting pursuit of your goal- a commitment to excellence -that will enable you to attain the success you seek.”

-Mario Andretti

Special shout out to Abby Church for helping me out…and for filling her Wine Rack with G & T’s!

PS: no joke you guys. You can buy this s*it on Amazon.com. I prefer to give them as wedding gifts. Holla Kelly Cwalina McKew!

PPS: Amazon.com should totally give me money for promoting them.

Day 50: The rapist Tuesday…

Posted on February 19, 2013 by sixtysixdaysofsarah

Hey there adoring fans (Nici Dani)!

This post has nothing to do with rapists. I just stole The Rapist joke from the Saturday Night Live Celebrity Jeopardy sketch where Sean Connery (Darrell Hammond) choses the “Therapists” category but instead says “The Rapists”. It’s quite funny, and terrible all at the same time. This blog post title does however have to do with me self-therapizing myself today. You see loyal readers, I had myself a realization walking home from the gym today. It would have been quite an “eye opener” had it not been raining this afternoon, because based on what I remember from elementary school science is that rain water comes from the clouds which some how absorb that water from the rivers and lakes and if you’ve seen the Hudson there’s no way you would want to open your eyes in the rain here…unless your pupils are craving rat feces. What is this realization you ask? Hold your horses! I’ll get to it after I show you how adorable Ruby is sleeping on the couch behind me…

Ok, realization time…

I started this blog originally because I was afraid of the world ending. Then when the world did not end (thank you Jesus…and Space Zombies), it evolved into a search for a happier healthier life (while the Space Zombies are at bay). You know, turning the page to find a new chapter of Sarah? And it’s been a fantastic journey so far. I’ve stepped back and had a long hard (that’s what she said) look at my life and started making some changes…

I don’t want to look like this anymore…

So I started dancing, eating right, and going to the gym.

I don’t want to be a slave to Musical Theatre anymore…

So I stopped auditioning.

I didn’t want to live like a teenage slob anymore…

So I reorganized and painted my bedroom.

I don’t want to stress out anymore…

So I started meditating…

Then, as I was brain storming for my next post on the way home from the gym, I finally noticed this pattern. The problem is… I’ve been spending all of my energy focusing on the things that I don’t want in my life and haven’t even scratched the surface of the things I do want in life. Woah. Go ahead readers. Get out the dustpan to sweep up the pieces of your mind that has just been blown.

I started to honestly think about what it is I want in life, and not just the “I want to be happy” or “I want to be more stability” or “Can I just get some health insurance please?” things. I started to think of my actual specific goals, the concrete things, and you know what? I scared the s*it out of myself. You see, I think that if I admit to myself or anyone else what I want, what I really truly want, and I don’t achieve it, then I will have failed. And who wants to be a failure? Isn’t life just easier if you don’t admit to what you want so that you don’t have to work really hard to get it, because if you don’t work really hard then you can’t blame yourself when you fail because you never tried anyway? I mean, maybe I’m not good enough to achieve anything beyond being that girl that was on Broadway once and now thinks she’s a writer. Well Sarah, what’s the point of surviving the apocalypse (and Space Zombies) if you’re just gonna keep spinning on that hamster wheel? It’s time to get down to business.

Here’s what I want for my future…(laugh all you want).

I want the world to read what I write.

I want to be in a movies.

I want to write movies.

I want to write books.

I want to create comedy.

I want to be a billionaire…so freakin’ bad.

And why the Hell not?! Tina Fey did it. Mindy Khaling did it. That girl who wrote that show Girls that I don’t really like all that much (the show, not the writer) but good for her did it. I can do it. It’s time to stop running away from the don’ts and start running like Hell for the do’s.

Day 44: A love letter…

Posted on February 14, 2013 by sixtysixdaysofsarah

A love letter for my old lovers…because it’s Valentines Day.

Dear Karl L.: Thanks for picking me up at my house (down the old dirt road from your house) for our 5th grade graduation dance.

Dear Chris K.: Thank you for standing up to Ronald Robinson (who threatened to beat you up if you asked me out) and asking me out. And thank you for dumping me…at the ice rink…because I wouldn’t French you.

Dear Ellie (jewish boy name): Thank you for asking me to homecoming 3 months after I started having a crush on you. Sorry I didn’t French you. I would have 3 months earlier.

Dear Virginity Taker : Thank you for Frenching me. And thank you for taking my V-card and dumping me 2 weeks later…on the beach. No hard feelings. Somebody had to “do it” (get it…”do it” tee hee hee).

Dear Graham H: thank you for not dumping me when I got the same haircut as you. And thank you for posing like this at Prom. And thank you for going along with my “edgy” phase. Sorry I dumped you when you came to visit me at college…and you had to ride home with my Mom…for 4 hours…in her Jeep Grand Cherokee.

Dear guy from Portland Oregon: Thank you for not telling me that you had a giant tattoo of a peacock on your back. It was a lovely surprise the next morning. And you were right. Real men DO paint their houses purple.

Dear Hugh Laurie (from the popular hospital drama House): Thank you for holding my hand in my dream last night. My parent’s were quite charmed by your British accent and your time travelling speed boat.

Dear Tall Ex-boyfriend: Thank you for giving me a topic to discuss with little old ladies when you left the table at the restaurant to go to the bathroom…”why yes, he did play basketball in college…and yes…everything is in proportion …enjoy your sherbert.”

Dear bald guy that I went on a date with: “So you’re a cop? And your last 2 partners were both Capricorns? Fascinating. Your father is Italian-Irish and your mother is Irish-Lithuanian? Neat. So your first pet was a lizard named Lizzie and you’re afraid of Snuffaluffagus from Sesame Street because when you were little you had a nightmare that he ate Lizzie? And you think your cousin might be gay…because he painted his house purple? You’re probably right. No, I’m not from around here…which you would know…If you asked me a question about myself in the last 2 hours.”

Dear Tim the bartender: Sorry I had to leave the next morning because I had an appointment to try on wedding dresses. I had a blog…and the world was going to end…long story.

Dear Mom: Don’t worry about me. I think it’s going to work out with Hugh Laurie.

Day 8: Sushi and little Sarah

Posted on October 25, 2012 by sixtysixdaysofsarah

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…
Check!

Day 7: Previously…on Grey’s Anatomy

Posted on October 24, 2012 by sixtysixdaysofsarah

Good evening adoring fans (Abby Church and family)!

As you’ve probably read from my award winning blog (my blog has not won any awards), I must catch up on Grey’s Anatomy before the EOW. Now, I know what most of you are thinking…

“Grey’s Anatomy? Really? Is that show still on? I stopped watching after like the 3rd season. I mean, the whole Meredith drowning and seeing Denny, (Izzy’s dead fiance), and super sick alzheimer laden mother thing? And then the Izzy and George as a hot and sexy couple that can’t get it on because George is still married, and Izzy’s not over her dead fiance thing? Sarah, you silly girl! Why would you waste your time on this horrible show, when there are so many better TV shows to catch up on before the world ends? Have you not seen Downtown Abbey?”

And you are 64% right! Only, after the 5th season, it got really awesome again. As of right now (season 7, episode 20), Derek and Meredith are totally together, there are sick African babies everywhere, there’s about to be a lesbian wedding, and there are only 2 more episodes ’til the Season 7 finale! Season finales of Grey’s Anatomy are like Christmas morning! Except instead of a new walkman you get dead heart-transplant fiances, fatal bus accidents involving adorable cast members, and Hospital mass shootings (which I’m now realizing should not be in any way similar to Christmas morning….if it is in anyway similar to your Christmas morning, please contact the crisis hotline at at 1-888-925-2615). Anywho, here we go!

PS: I wouldn’t say I’m a “Super Fan”…

…I am just really committed to this show.

….some people say commitment is really important in a relationship

….I need more friends.

Day 6: The Debate

Posted on October 23, 2012 by sixtysixdaysofsarah

Dear adoring fans (that’s you Jon Parker)!

So, I know that we’re all a little riled up about the presidential debate this evening. Some of you are having a hard time deciding who to pick for the next President, but guess what? You don’t have to! After December 22nd, our new leader will be the PRESIDENT OF THE WORLD, Marvin the Martian!

(or nothing is going to happen to us and you should probably research each candidate and find out which one you feel best represents your beliefs on how the Country should be run). But more importantly, I scratched another goal off of my bucket list today! (Woops! Did the title of todays blog lead you to believe that I was going to write more one the debate? :))

Today I…..

WENT TO A MUSEUM…BY MYSELF!

Like many of you fancy people, I have been to a museum. In fact, I’ve been to several (I am very fancy). Most of them were in grade school where chaperones herded 30 of us snot-laden kids from exhibit to exhibit while clutching our brown bag lunches and purple crystal paper weights that we spent seventeen of our parents hard earned dollars on at the gift shop. Then as I got older and started touring with musical theatre, I would go with my castmates to whichever museums or aquariums the town we were in was known for. But every time I found myself in a museum, young or old, I would find myself having the same anxieties….

Was everyone but me bored with this exhibit and ready to move on?

I have to pee but no one else does. Should I just hold it?

Is the stranger next to me done reading this plaque about the *Tanzanian Wallaby and just standing here judging how slow of a reader I am?

So today, I did it! I went to the New York City Museum of Natural History all by myself and it was… AWESOME! I looked at each exhibit for as long as I wanted, went to the bathroom anytime I felt the need to (every twenty-seven minutes, I drink a lot of water), learned that the Amazon is in South America (not Africa), and got lost and ended up reading about the fire exits in the coat check room. All in all… great day!

I should probably let you know that I also ran into a scary exhibit…..

THE MAYANS!…who ever thought they would be there amongst the ancient people?

Here I am with the statue that was made to mark “the end of periods in the Mayan Calendar”. Don’t worry, I spat on the ground and danced around backwards in a circle (otherwise known as “the snow dance” that we did in elementary school to make it snow so we would miss school the next day. I think it still applies).

I also found myself amongst some other pretty cool non-end-of-the-world-predicting exhibits.

Here I am with the ancients Armenians. So, it’s like I’m hanging out with the ancient Kardashians! (well, half of the Kardashians. I think their mom is Italian or something.)

Here are some aztec artifacts. The plaque said they go in this order, from left to right:

1. A woman giving birth. 2. A warrior at the ready. 3. A dreamer thinking of applying to theatre school. 4. Meditation.

And finally, another goal to cross off my list…..I fell in love!

It was a great day at the Museum, but I do need to make it back for the butterfly exhibit prior to the EOW. Somebody’s gotta set em free! (just kidding, I’m not some sort of butterfly evangelist…is that how you use the word evangelist? Anyway, I won’t set them free. Don’t call the police…or PETA).

PS: *The Tanzanian Wallaby does not exist.

Day 5: Dear Underwear Drawer,

Posted on October 21, 2012 by sixtysixdaysofsarah

Dear Underwear Drawer,

Today your life is about to change. In about 6 hours you will no longer be filled with the underwear of the past. No more garments that date back to my first year of college. No more nude g-strings with my name sharpied on the tag from countless regional theatres all over the US and Canada. No more pairs of underwear that I bought in a size too small for me that are left unworn because they give me the unfortunate underpants-muffin-top. Gone are the 3 pairs that I keep around for that “special time of the month” (Sorry dudes, had to mention it. Ladies, you feel me!). No. From this day forward you shall be filled with the beautiful shiny new underwear of the future. Underwear from such extravagant retailers as H&M, aeri, and the notoriously scandalous Victorias Secret. Yes, underwear drawer, today is the day that Sarah will reclaim what is right for her bum!

Your humble servant,

Sarah

Today is first day of the rest of your life…

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Day 44: A love letter…

Day 8: Sushi and little Sarah

Day 7: Previously…on Grey’s Anatomy

Day 6: The Debate

Day 5: Dear Underwear Drawer,

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