Mullet Day

Mullet Day - n. A particular 24 hour period in which one has a more conservative, work-related event in the morning which is then directly followed by a non-specific 'fun' activity in the evening. (thanks Chef!)


That was my day yesterday. In case you were wondering, I'll explain...


There was an open call for Grease, the musical. Girls only. It was a non-union, great paying, fall touring job. My roommate and I were up at 7:15 to leave by 8am. I had figured that would give us PLENTY of time to get to the studio (Pearl for those of you who do the auditioning thing in NYC), and sign in on the 'unofficial' list before the auditions would start at 11:30.

'Unofficial' lists are started by the girls that first get to the studio. In most cases, that means they're there before I've even woken up (and most times before the studio is even opened in the morning). Theatre companies will always say that the 'unofficial' list won't be recognized, but I've never been to an audition where it hasn't. People would revolt. So when it comes time for us to start lining up in order to be seen the 'official' list is directly copied from the 'unofficial' one.

When we arrived at the studio at 8:30am, I knew we were in trouble, just from the amount of girls waiting to get on the elevator. When we got to the 12th floor it was even worse. There were girls everywhere. Sure enough, the unofficial list had been started (and started MUCH earlier than I anticipated) and we were numbers 316 and 317... No bueno... No bueno AT ALL. We found out from a first-timer (she had flown in just for this audition) that a lot of girls had been invited to a 10am dance call. Great. That meant they would get through all those girls first before they even considered the rest of us. It wasn't until 12:30 that they started on the 'unofficial' list (which had grown to be over 450 names long), and even then they were type-casting.

Type-casting can be a really great thing. Yesterday, I was extremely thankful for it. If companies are looking for a very specific look, and I don't fit it, I'd rather them not waste my time and vice versa.

So around 1:45, we were sent in the room, 30 at a time, lined up 10 deep in 3 rows. Each row took their turn in front of the 'judges' table. I believe there were 3 girls typed-in out of the 30 in my group. And they all looked 12. And that was that. Each group was averaging about 5 girls that were held, so at the end of the day, there were probably only around 60 or 70 that got to actually audition.

Because we had had such a long and draining morning (trust me, auditioning is WORK and rejection is inevitable), we decided to not let the beautiful day go to waste. My roommate and I, joined by another lovely girl that was my roommate's best friend in high school, headed to Mother Burgers for some $3 margaritas. And so the 'party in the back' commenced...

After sitting outside, basking in the sun, and getting sufficiently tipsy off frozen beverages, my roommate and I headed out for some shopping. And go figure, Red Mango (my FAVORITE yogurt chain) just happened to be on the way (hmmm... random....). So we stopped in for a delightful treat that hit the spot in no time, then went on our way. I'm planning a big move to Montana (again, more on that later...), so I hit up some sales racks and found some great heavy sweaters for cheap, cheap, cheap... Then it was time to meet my friend, Mandy. I said goodbye to Alicia at 49th street on the N train and was on my way to Rudys.

Rudys is a great bar in NYC for many reasons:
1. There's a giant pig standing out front.
2. $9 pitchers of GREAT Rudys Red Beer
3. FREE HOT DOGS
4. Cool atmosphere, great vibe
5. The best barstaff in the city
6. My friend, the doorman
7. FREE HOT DOGS
8. Convenient location


I highly recommend it.


So Mandy and I did our usual 3 pitchers or so (we're champs... even though I became sufficiently bloated), and she got a hankering for some yogurt. She's been trying to get me to taste PinkBerry (a rival of Red Mangos) for the past few weeks, and I knew I should so that my opinion of Red Mango would be solidified and just. She called them at 10:52pm to see what time they closed. At 10:54pm we were running the 2 blocks to PinkBerry before the door locked. Exercise: check. I got a small of the 'original' flavor. Here's my formal opinion: Red Mangos IS better. The original flavor there isn't as tart, they have more yogurt flavoring options (which I actually tried a new one yesterday called Madagascar Vanilla - PHENOM-MENAL), they have dark ghiradelli (sp?) chocolate chips (need I say more), the staff prepares the yogurt MUCH quicker, and I just like Red Mango better, so there... I WILL say, in PinkBerrys defense, I wouldn't NOT eat there, but if I had my choice, it'd be the other. Oh, and also I wish Red Mango would get some of the brownie bites that PinkBerrys has. They are delicious!



With my PinkBerry in tow, I said goodnight to Mandy and sprinted home so I could wish my beloved a Happy Birthday. I was late by 12 minutes (stupid slow trains), but still got to Skype and be the first to formally wish him a great day. I'm a big believer in birthdays, so I hate not being with him to celebrate and just simply give him a big ole birthday hug. But I'll see him on Sunday, as he'll be driving to the big city to whisk me away... Stay tuned!