NYC Blues

It hasn't even been a week, and I have to fly back to Indiana today. I've been in New York for 6 solid days and I have had a blast. I do not want to go back. If I were living here, I could take off with my life and become the man I need to be...a working entertainer in every aspect of the word. I had a meeting with an uber successful casting director yesterday and she said that I have a good head on my shoulders, great ideas, and that I will find something when I move to the city. 

"I wish you were 30 years older. I have a great part that you would be fabulous in because of your energy and charisma. But the guy has to be 50."

"Ok, give me three weeks of heavy meth and I'll come back and see how my body looks," I said with a smile. "Or, I'll just wait until the third revival."

We laughed for a bit more and then I was off, feeling very good and successful about myself. It's just nice being here. Last night I had dinner with a good friend of mine S, who just landed the national tour of Jersey Boys. I am so proud of him because he has been auditioning and auditioning and auditioning to the point of near exhaustion. And FINALLY...this comes along. Good for him. I hope that it will happen for me sooner, obviously, but if it doesn't oh well. My life will go on. 

I have also had the epiphany yesterday that I no longer wish to work in the hotel business. I have had a fabulous three years of priceless experience and education in the corporate world as well as the event planning world. And, in the future, that may come in handy. But right now, here in the city I adore, I want to pursue my life as a successful entertainer first, and a business man second. So my plan will be as originally intended. I will move in January and not before, unless forced, and save all of the money I earn. Except, of course for paying off credit cards and student loans. 

I'm in the Kristin Chenoweth Starbucks on 67th and Columbus. It's my favorite one in the city, I don't know why. Maybe it's the old Jewish women that come in for the coffee. Or maybe, at lunchtime today, it's the NYC private school kids coming in for their lunches on their break. But mostly, it's not so crowded to be uncomfortable, but it's crowded enough to attain a small piece of anonymity for myself. (Also, it has the best seating. COMFY!)

On a happier note, I am almost positive that I met Tommy Hilfiger and Vera Wang at Industry bar on Monday. And if it was them, I got a piece of gum from Tommy. He chews Trident.

Ciao Bella,
-L

BBQ and Blowouts

Happy Labor Day!

I think I like this hair style. It’s sort of reminiscent of my rampant obsession with Jersey Shore. What? Leave me alone, there are worse things in life to be addicted to…like meth or glue, or Suzie Orman. (Hash tag Get A Life). But my addiction to Jersey Shore is kind of like an Obsessive Compulsive person’s addiction to counting things: I just HAVE to watch it!! I mean, there’s no other explanation or justification; I just need to have my Jersey Shore episodes, or I will go crazy. Reasons why:

-Pauly D is my husband. He has not proposed, and I have never met him...but it will happen someday.

-I now love to use Spiker gel and Got 2 Be Hairspray to give myself a Jersey Shore Blowout.

-If I don’t watch the show, my authentic Jersey Shore accent and attitude will go out the window. And you can kiss my credibility of being %50 Italian goodbye.

If those aren’t good enough reasons to keep watching, then you need to check yourself before you wreck yourself.

On an otherwise Obession-free Labor Day…my family and I had a BBQ ribs grill out on our new fire pit tonight. It was a great time. We sat around it drinking beer and margaritas, eating the ribs and potatoes, playing games, and doing smores. It was my best time ever! If I could do that every day of my life, I can die happy.

 Also, I leave for New York City on Wednesday, and I hope I will have a time and place to update while I’m there. Hopefully I can steal away to a Starbucks on Sunday, but it is the 10^th anniversary of 9/11 so places will probably be hectic. 

What is it about Sex and the City

What is it about that show that makes me want to write another post in my blog? Who knows, but the witty repartee of four fabulous New York City women is enough to stir the long dormant inspiration that hasn't shown itself for three months. Now, if only I can keep my train of thought going through to the finish, that's the trick.

I'm planning a trip to the City in a couple of weeks, and here's hoping I can still keep up my blog posting, because how cool would it be to lock myself in a Starbucks and write a post while in the city? Really cool, I'd imagine. Well, obviously my new found inspiration hasn't yet found something to write about. So...I guess I'm done for now. But, here's hoping I can keep up this website, because I would hate to see it go dormant, YET again.

xoxo
Lawrence Evans

And for those of you who were wondering...yes, I'm still fabulous

Fabulous and Fierce

Are these words mutually exclusive? Do we have to choose one or the other? After five minutes of intense contemplation on the matter, I suddenly had a thought: isn't there a way to be both? So, I have made the decision to describe myself as:

FABULOUS by day

and

FIERCE by night

And with this new realization in mind I've taken out my old blog and made it new again. Also, I would like to keep it updated. I've received a tip from one of my dear friends, Ethan, that there's this thing called Tumblr. From there I can add blog posts right from my iPhone! This makes me a little nervous, considering all the drunk texts and HeyTell messages I tend to leave people. But, if there's a chance that it will help me keep a more consistent blog, then I guess I'll give it a shot. 

This is Lawrence Evans, signing off. And I'd like to point out that I'm both Fabulous and Fierce and no one can say otherwise.

September 12: Question MARK!

It is 1:12 AM on Saturday night. I am sitting in bed. I am on my computer. All of those seem normal, except that at this particular point in time, I am not drunk. I am completely and surprisingly sober! I honestly couldn't tell you the last saturday night that I was sober. But you know what? I kind of like the feeling. The feeling that I am going to wake up tomorrow fresh and ready for the day and not have to worry about feeling like absolute shit for the entire day.. so I guess it's a win for me. Maybe I should try this more often?

Another episode of Jersey Shore is on Sunday night before the VMAs.
WAIT!!!
Before I get to all of my shore babies, I have to let you know something horrifying, ridiculous, and all around perfect! My apartment building stopped providing cable and told us all we had to find our own means of getting cable. Fine. What did we get? 100 more channels, HD Channels, On Demand, HBO, Starz, and DVR. Guess who is never leaving the house again?...me! I mean, seriously, did I go overboard? And also, who the fuck cares! I'll do what I want! haha

Back to Shore:

May possibly (no probably, no....definitely) go as Snookie for Halloween. I SHOULD have gone as her last year, but I think Jersey Shore Season 1 premiered after Halloween was over last year, I'm not sure. But THIS year, it's time for me to Snook-it-up. WAH!

Who are YOU going to be for Halloween? Calling all guidos, juiceheads and gorillas to be my date for the night. You know you want some snookie to go!

September 1: A New Outlook

Life twists and turns on itself so much, that sometimes, we as human beings don't know up from down, or left from right. In fact, many times we see things not as how they are but misconstrued and, well, fucked up. It's not that I resent the idea that we have to take things with a grain of salt, but rather I resent that we are all held responsible for not only our actions, but also things that happen to us that are far outside of our control. (this was an example of a run on sentence, do NOT use one of theses in english class or you will get an F.) It IS true, however, that this blog entry is far to formal for my taste, so I shall stop now.. remind me to tell about the call back and audition situation tomorrow. It is too fresh for me today.

August 31: School, school, and more school

Back to school children! I've got 18 hours of happiness every week. Plus juggling two jobs, 2 roommates, and you KNOW I have to somehow please my countless lovers. Ugh, life can be difficult but you know? I kind of like the stress. More to come, just wanted to let you all know I haven't given up! In the immortal words of Sondheim, "I'm still here, BITCH!" (That's what he wrote, right?)