Wow. Has it really been nine days since I sat down to update you, friends? Yikes. Time flies when you're having fun, I suppose. Or when your life's in a whirlwind. As you know, I flew home to Pittsburgh on April 9th, and had a few days there to get myself together before venturing off to New York City for my long-awaited Audition Visit '01.
The week in Pittsburgh was great. It gave me the chance to catch up with many of my favorite people, including Amy Hartman, Toni Schlemmer, Denise Pullen, Doug Rees, and Marty Giles. Every last day was filled with lunch and dinner dates, topped, on Friday, by the chance to see Marty Giles in A Hole in the Dark at City Theatre. Afterwards, a large crowd went to Tuscany to celebrate Doug Rees' birthday. I wish I'd had the foresight to bring along the digital camera, but I forgot.
Anyway, the week went by quickly (so quickly, you note sarcastically, I'm sure, that I couldn't be bothered to update my online journal).
Saturday dawned bright and lovely, and after Gavan did a hurried commercial shoot for his upcoming production of Tommy, we loaded my bags and the dog in the car, and headed off to Amy Hartman's to drop Buster off. Once the dog was installed in his second home, we hit the road for The Big Apple.
Here, I'm afraid, is where my tale of woe begins. On the drive up to New York, I noticed that I was getting a headache. As the trip went on, the headache got worse. Eventually, we made it to New York, and Gavan decided that the neighborhood looked too suspicious for him to park his car in overnight, so he decided to turn around right there and make the trip back to Pittsburgh that night, rather than stay over and start fresh in the morning.
A little disappointed at that, I lugged my stuff into the apartment and collapsed on the bed. Remember that headache? I still had it when I woke up the next morning, and I discovered that my gums had somehow gotten very raw, the area under my tongue had swollen, and I had a sore throat on top of it all! Well, long story short, that all just kept getting worse until I finally got sensible and tracked down a doctor who could see me. As it turns out - I found out today, after suffering through this shit since Sunday - that it's a virus that I pretty much have to live through 'til it runs its course. Whoo hoo!
So needless to say, my first five days in the city haven't been all that thrilling - mostly a lot of bed rest and hanging out online. The one bright spot is that on Monday, I met up with my pal Dan Stiker (you may remember him from my last visit to New York) and we spent six hours wandering around Manhattan & Central Park. The day was glorious and the company wonderful. And again, I forgot the damn camera.
Last night I dragged my ass outta bed long enough to try to capture a shot of the view from my balcony. I've noticed that my camera isn't the greatest for capturing night-time shots (or maybe it's that I'm not the greatest photographer), but to get an idea of just how far uptown I am: Take a look at those four apartment towers sticking up in the middle of the picture. Just to the left of the one on the far left is a little tiny tower top? That's the Empire State Building. That's how far uptown I am.
Anyway, I saw my new doctor today and she told me pretty much what I suspected. The mouth/sore throat thing is a viral infection that I'm just gonna have to suffer through. Hopefully it'll be mostly gone by the time I leave on Saturday for Pittsburgh. Yes, you heard it right. I'm going back for my parents' anniversary dinner, and I managed to find an e-saver, so I have to fly out on Saturday and return on Tuesday.
That's it for now. Look for more philosophical ramblings when my brain's not fried by meanie viruses.
The week in Pittsburgh was great. It gave me the chance to catch up with many of my favorite people, including Amy Hartman, Toni Schlemmer, Denise Pullen, Doug Rees, and Marty Giles. Every last day was filled with lunch and dinner dates, topped, on Friday, by the chance to see Marty Giles in A Hole in the Dark at City Theatre. Afterwards, a large crowd went to Tuscany to celebrate Doug Rees' birthday. I wish I'd had the foresight to bring along the digital camera, but I forgot.
Anyway, the week went by quickly (so quickly, you note sarcastically, I'm sure, that I couldn't be bothered to update my online journal).
Saturday dawned bright and lovely, and after Gavan did a hurried commercial shoot for his upcoming production of Tommy, we loaded my bags and the dog in the car, and headed off to Amy Hartman's to drop Buster off. Once the dog was installed in his second home, we hit the road for The Big Apple.
Here, I'm afraid, is where my tale of woe begins. On the drive up to New York, I noticed that I was getting a headache. As the trip went on, the headache got worse. Eventually, we made it to New York, and Gavan decided that the neighborhood looked too suspicious for him to park his car in overnight, so he decided to turn around right there and make the trip back to Pittsburgh that night, rather than stay over and start fresh in the morning.
A little disappointed at that, I lugged my stuff into the apartment and collapsed on the bed. Remember that headache? I still had it when I woke up the next morning, and I discovered that my gums had somehow gotten very raw, the area under my tongue had swollen, and I had a sore throat on top of it all! Well, long story short, that all just kept getting worse until I finally got sensible and tracked down a doctor who could see me. As it turns out - I found out today, after suffering through this shit since Sunday - that it's a virus that I pretty much have to live through 'til it runs its course. Whoo hoo!
So needless to say, my first five days in the city haven't been all that thrilling - mostly a lot of bed rest and hanging out online. The one bright spot is that on Monday, I met up with my pal Dan Stiker (you may remember him from my last visit to New York) and we spent six hours wandering around Manhattan & Central Park. The day was glorious and the company wonderful. And again, I forgot the damn camera.Last night I dragged my ass outta bed long enough to try to capture a shot of the view from my balcony. I've noticed that my camera isn't the greatest for capturing night-time shots (or maybe it's that I'm not the greatest photographer), but to get an idea of just how far uptown I am: Take a look at those four apartment towers sticking up in the middle of the picture. Just to the left of the one on the far left is a little tiny tower top? That's the Empire State Building. That's how far uptown I am.
Anyway, I saw my new doctor today and she told me pretty much what I suspected. The mouth/sore throat thing is a viral infection that I'm just gonna have to suffer through. Hopefully it'll be mostly gone by the time I leave on Saturday for Pittsburgh. Yes, you heard it right. I'm going back for my parents' anniversary dinner, and I managed to find an e-saver, so I have to fly out on Saturday and return on Tuesday.
That's it for now. Look for more philosophical ramblings when my brain's not fried by meanie viruses.
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