Entry the First

In order to properly run and update a blog about the adventures and mishaps of living in the Big Apple, one actually has to live there. At this precise moment, I do not. I’m back in my hometown, right outside the Nation’s Capital. Instead of squealing cab tires, vociferous pedestrians and all the other things that constitute New York’s daytime symphonies, I can hear almost nothing. The calm, punctuated by chirping birds and the occasional laugh of nearby children playing, is almost eerie in its peacefulness. Indoors, at the moment, I look out my window to see trees and parked cars, rather than looking into someone else’s apartment. It’s a nice respite, but, as much as I enjoy seeing the stars at night, I’d much rather see neon lights.

Let me back track.

I’m a young, female, acting student. I’m from the DC area, but due to my family, I’m no stranger to NY, and I ended up going to Manhattan for school. I just finished my first year at a conservatory for acting, and am currently awaiting the approval of my lease for my apartment in Brooklyn, which I’ll be sharing with three roommates this summer. As soon as I get back, I’ll probably start hostessing, then waiting tables, and then, hopefully, bartending, my ultimate part-time career goal.

I want to study people. There are plenty of jobs that let you do that, but in my view, nothing hurls you head first into the unwashed masses like the food industry, and bar-tending is a way of getting that hands-on experience while maintaining some distance. I mean literally, there’s about two or three feet between me and them. I’m pretty sociable, but I’ll be damned if I let some greasy, middle-aged, gold-chain wearing cretin grab my ass while I’m trying to do my job. Just sayin’. Anyhow, bar-tending is pretty much the perfect job for sociable, attractive people with good memories and a knack for making friends. Which I like to think I am, so you can see the attraction. Plus, late hours, which works, ’cause I still have classes.

But to the REAL POINT of this blog. It will be a place for me to work on my writing skills while simultaneously sharing amusing anecdotes, stories, photos, etc of the rabble, high-class and low, that I encounter on my acting/waiting/tending adventures. Also, the occasional odd thought or observation. Probably won’t have anything terribly interesting for a week or so, but all in due time.

I can’t wait to get back.

-Bean

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