When Irish Eyes Are Smiling...

March 17, 2010

Alas, it was beautiful weather, so I couldn’t be all that productive today, but I did take great strides (literally).

I walked on my crutches all the way from my apartment on 3rd and C to the Crunch Gym at Astor Place - that’s about seven avenues for those unfamiliar, a journey comprising maybe half an hour - for a second interview to be a personal trainer. I suspect my grace and balance on crutches was rather impressive, because I was awarded the job on the spot! I imagine picking up clients sans leg would be a bit more difficult, but I won’t face that challenge as I don’t start until my foot is healed.

An aside:
Would the drunk St. Patty’s Day revelers of the East Village kindly leave one-legged (albeit no less appealing) girls alone? While hobbling along, I was asked by middle-aged men in green not once, not twice, but three times if they could carry me to my destination!! No thanks, bud, I think I can make it there safer on my own. Let’s also keep in mind this was around 11 in the morning.

Once home and safely out of the midst of chivalrous leprechauns, I solidified my Cockney monologue for tomorrow’s audition, as well as the latest addition to my one-legged musical repertoire. I’m starting to wonder if I should offer up some one-legged pullbacks (tap step) when questioned about dance abilities?

I finished “The Brain in Love” - awesome!! - and am now onto “Cartwheels in a Sari,” a memoir of a woman who grew up being told she was the ‘chosen one’ in a cult. Now my parents told me I was the ‘A’ number one princess angel, and I never complained about that. It was likely what launched me into this incredibly exciting career as a performer! Thanks guys!

Well, I figured the St. Patty’s bar crowds would be a bit too much for me to handle. But I looked up the guitar chords for “When Irish Eyes are Smiling” and “Danny Boy,” and both look pretty doable. It’s on tomorrow’s agenda. I figure the Irish won’t mind me putting it off.