Acting, darling

This is going to be different - summary of the acting trip to North America!

First off, my other half and I spent a week in WI with my family doing all sorts of nonsense like playing with bows and arrows, midnight fishing and, well, shooting guns. It was my first time shooting a real gun and so after I fired I swung round to my cousin and Dave and yelled "Oh my god that's got some punch!". Took me a couple of seconds to realise they had dove behind a bench and were screaming instructions about putting the gun down..woops?
Oh by the way, I'm a pretty good shot. That Mountain Dew can had it coming from the start.
It was a fantastic week - from convincing Dave he had to wrap up to go to the movies because of the aircon, to my family getting me high on sugary drinks and watching me climb the walls. Fishing on the lake in the middle of the night truly was fantastic..until we heard some rocks getting bashed against each other and Zach said: "Oh yeah, that's how the otters eat, they break open the clams.....except they don't eat late at night.."
Of course, imaged of a crazed psychopathic geologist jumped into my head and we swiftly departed.
And finally, on the last night, we went wolf and bear stalking (from the safety of the car, naturally) after hearing something pretty damned huge do a circuit of the outskirts of the garden. I've never spent a better three hours in my life, despite the fact I'm now sure all the "eyes" we were seeing in the woods were probably fireflies. Or maybe it was the Dew talking.

New York was also amazing. The city itself is a scary scary place - until you get into the Sex And The City parts of town, they're fabulous - but the amount of different and wonderful people you meet is insane. We went for a couple of drinks with a Broadway star (Mags) and a professional opera singer (Marla) which turned into us going to a Broadway leaving party and finishing off the night with karaoke - and, after subtly selling myself to this group of people for hours about my Grade 8 distinction - I murdered a musical number and buried my shame in many more gin and tonics thinking 'Oh good god, I just caterwauled in front of Bill from Mamma Mia.' My lovely new friends said there was absolutely nothing wrong with my "performance" but the next morning at breakfast one of the Jamie's turned round and said "You HAD to pick the song that was well below your range didn't you." Well, I guess that sums it up.
Performing in New York was, of course, incredible! Feel terribly privileged to have an off-broadway credit at 19, and the fact that I managed to drink myself under the table every night being underage. Beneath it all, I'm clearly still a student.
There are just so many possibilities in New York - take the one night I was going to go to bed early: I got a second wind in my sails after one drink with the family but was sent back to my hotel with strict instructions to go to sleep. I was so close to doing as I was told - I made it back to my hotel, even! - when I started chatting to some beautiful black girls who were sleeping outside the hotel to audition for a reality modelling tv show and three hours later, and plenty tequila later, I realise I am effectively missing and my poor director is worried sick. I thought it was alright to stay out a little longer because "well, I'm practically inside the hotel" but it wasn't..my bad.
Tell you what was wonderful - walking out of the hotel the next morning coffee in hand and sunglasses practically stapled to my face - and having five previously unknown women to you greet you with a cheer as they explain you helped them write their applications for them. Who knew you could do such great deeds totally shitfaced. And an awesome catwalk.

Oh and, quel surprise, I forgot to see the statue of liberty. BUT instead I ended up in the restaurant where a SATC episode had been filmed and got free drinks all night from the staff talking about my love for Mr Big. If that's not NY then I don't know what is.

Canada was also fantastic - we were given the penthouse suite in NY and when we got to Halifax we had a hot tub on the deck overlooking the sea! (Don't ask me which sea, I'm not very good with that kind of stuff, but it was definitely cold.) We had a good run in Halifax and spent a good couple of nights in the casino getting pictures taken with the replica titanic staircase - oooerr, right?
I think convincing the Canadians that the boys in Scotland wear kilts as everyday wear was probably one of the highlights as one of said Canadians turned around and said "Oh yeah yeah yeah yeah, I have a Scottish friend and he is always wearing his kilt, oh yeah, I know all about your culture."
Oh, yeah...?

I also finally started my book so watch this space...

I had a fantastic trip, although getting my passport taken off me at Heathrow was far from ideal seeing as I had seven minutes to make my connection. I managed to get fast tracked through security but, for the first time in my bloody life - with 5 minutes to go, mind - the damned machines beeped when I walked through and I had to get searched. When I eventually managed to start sprinting through the departures lounge I dropped my massive hair clip thing and yelled "FUCK IT", clearly thinking this would give me a boost of super power speed so I could get my plane.. Anyway, when I was hopping down the escalator a man turned round to me and said "Is this yours?" holding out my hair clip! Three guys had thrown it between themselves and then down to the guy on the escalator so that when I passed he could give it to me! Made my day.

This isn't like one of my normal blogs but it was truly amazing.

OH some more highlights: gorgeous man on plane there and gorgeous man on streets of NY who stopped to stretch out in front of me. Mum and I tried to follow him down the street but my aunt wouldn't let us...probably for the best.

I'll be back.