Didn't blog yesterday because I came home too tired after a cardio dance class and a day of running errands. Spent a few hours with my computer illiterate friend, helping him get up to speed on some of the casting websites. You really can't be an actor without computer proficiency. Either that, or own a Mac.
More errands this afternoon, carried out with the anxiety of not knowing what would happen to the package that was being delivered to my apartment today, since we have no doorman and it's a secure building, and I wouldn't be there to buzz the delivery guy in. My idea is that a package gets dropped off someplace outside, and then someone from the neighborhood comes and rattles it around like a present under the tree, and if it doesn't sound expensive, leaves it for you to find when you get home. Anyway, when I got home, it was actually right outside my door, no idea how it got there.
Went to the gym and ran into my gym buddy, Antonio, a buff Puerto Rican guy who works as a professional bodyguard. Before this job, he was a personal trainer, and before that, a stripper in Miami. He's sort of the straight version of Hank Azaria in the Birdcage. I can barely understand him through the accent, but he's a real character so I work hard to figure out what he's saying.
That reminds me, I need to see La Cage Aux Folles.
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