Baching It.

Man, I'm in serious trouble. I went around telling everyone I was "baching it" this weekend, but it turns out I had an incomplete idea of what that word actually means!

I thought it was just you were alone while your significant other was elsewhere. I didn't know it meant you were actively looking for, er, trouble while your whatever wasn't on the scene.

In any case, I didn't actually pick anyone up, so I guess I'm off the hook. But trust me when I tell you I won't be using that particular phrase anytime soon.

So Fozzie was out of town Friday night and Saturday afternoon. He went to Philadelphia to meet his dear friend Vixanne Wigg. Apparently they painted the town red. Or at least they fondued a lot. And they saw the Scissor Sisters who, according to Fozzie, aren't quite all that live.

Still, he is quick to admit that Jake Shears is wicked hot. I, frankly, coulda told him that. He needn't have gone all the way to Philadelphia just to learn that.

So here's a bit of good news.

You'll recall that a while back, I applied for a job at The Velvet Prison™, right?

Well, I got it.

That's right! I got the offer letter on Friday.

So it looks like my employment incarceration at The Velvet Prison™ is now official and indefinite.

It bodes well for my immediate financial future, but it does raise a pretty serious question:

What about my acting career?

Well, friends, I don't think it's any great shock to those close to me that I've been thinking for rather a long while about stepping away from my life-long obsession with the stage.

A couple things:

1. I haven't worked in over a year. Oddly, for some reason, I refuse to count the two weeks I worked on the extension of the kiddy show in Philadelphia.
   
   
2. I've grown a little weary of living out of a suitcase for months at a time.
   
   
3. I'm tired of making so little money that I have to sublet my apartment when I go off to work, and even doing that barely pays my rent and allows me money to live.
   
   
4. Since moving here in 2001, I've learned that I love New York City — its energy, its vitality, its opportunity — more than any place I've ever been, and I don't want to leave it. But I've also learned that if you don't have the money to enjoy it, it can be a hellacious grind, and I want to enjoy all the city has to offer.
   
   
5. I'm a grown up, now. It might be time to start thinking about buying a home.

Trust me. I can't believe I just said that.