... I need a secret blog...
Weekends, Weeknights, February 14 2006
I have a non-sexual crush on Amanda Bearse.
She played Marci on Married With Children, and she guest starred on the reality show where I'm, uh, consulting. She directs tv shows now, and she's super friendly, cool and a natural leader.
I spent another weekend on a submission packet, for a show in LA. It's a late submission, and I'm not available for two weeks. They're staffing now, not two weeks from now, so the odds are low. But my agent thought it would be worth my time.
I miss Tough Crowd.
Too many people are reading this website, I don't know what to write anymore. My boyfriend is a comic, so I can't spill any beans. (Beans, get it? He's Mexican! Ha ha). Writing jobs are off limits except for gossip that's so generic and bland that it's not worth mentioning. I need a secret blog.
One club here has shown very little love since I moved back from LA. Before LA, it was hours of love, every night. Correction, every weeknight. Never weekends. Well, once. I had something like a 1:45 spot on a Friday, and I was working at Tough Crowd, so by the time Friday rolled around, I was always dead tired. Five days of no sleep. And this particular Friday, I had no energy. I felt flat and I couldn't fake it. That was my only weekend spot ever at this particular club, and it was blah.
After that, whenever I would put in for weekends (Mon-Sun), I would be shut out for the whole week. As if I were being punished for thinking I was one of their weekend comics. How dare I.
Like a scientist, I conducted many experiments. Different combos, different vocal tone, call early, call late. My final conclusion was: put in for Mon through Sun, get nothing. Put in for Sun through Thurs, get spots on almost every night.
Still with me?
But that was before. Now, I'm not on Tough Crowd anymore or I'm not part of the family anymore or a million other things. There's enough spots in NYC so that one club doesn't matter too much, but rejection is frustrating.
Anyway, I threw caution to the wind this week. I put in for weekends. I expected nothing, and I got a weeknight. It must be an oversight.
