I Saw The Tandori Oven Guy Picking His Nose...

...and then continue to cook naan. I wouldn't lie about something so very significant. The Indian restaurant in Davis Square that shall remain nameless has a glass booth that houses the tandori ovens so that you can watch the man who makes the naan do things like make naan and pick his nose. Frankly, it doesn't bother me all that much. I plan to eat my naan as soon as I finish this post. Updates as warranted, as always.

In other news, I have noticed that I bear an uncanny resemblance to Angelina Jolie's brother when I am in my makeup for one of the very sickly character I play. Remember when they hooked up all over the red carpet at the oscars? That was actually me. Surprise! Seriously, though, take a look and see for yourself. We had our photo call today so our amazing makeup artist came in to make us look good instead of crazy, which is how we usually look. I also added a picture of Princess Jasmine in the Disney on Ice production of Aladdin. Just thought you should see it.

I had the great pleasure of both Alexa and my mom's company in my twenty four hours off. It took feeling very relaxed to realize how very tired I have been. Getting out of rehearsals and out of Boston (sham of a city) will actually be a relief. We leave Sunday for Winston-Salem and have ten hour rehearsal days through Friday to make sure our fingers our placed correctly as we hold props and our feet are angled in just the right way while we stand onstage. But, as Julia just eloquently put it "Hey, you're not serving bitchy people at a shitty bistro." Word.