Yesterday was National Spaghetti Day. I ate spaghetti, for the first time in a long time. All alone, as no one else wanted pasta. My cat licked the bowl. That has to count for some sort of sisterhood.
Angel hair with a cabernet sauce, scrambled eggs mixed in, parmesan and lots of black pepper and a bit of rosemary on top.
Nothing special, I assure you, to eat- but it was tasty and filling and it brought me to thinking of how much I miss my Wednesday Spaghetting and how proud I am of the ladies all over the country who are still keeping the torch lit.
I'll be doing at least quarterly spaghetti dinners this year. Probably on Thursdays.
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In other Thursday Spaghetti news, I had an audition this morning for a nation-wide-televised Olive Garden commercial.
Me and a few other members of my improv team.
No biggie, just something that I've never ever done before and never ever thought of doing until less than 24 hours ago.
Carrying on as if I just walk around town with my head shots and drop in on this kind of stuff every day around lunchtime.
You know how I do.
New year, new stuff.
Start the year off like this is going to be the one where I'm going to make real changes.
I didn't puke. Or sweat. Or poop.
All things that I used to be really afraid of doing in conjunction with any sort of performance-based activity.
It was really fun, and after getting a few pictures taken and saying our names into a camera all we had to do is sit around and BS about a whole bunch of lightly-scripted stuff that I can almost remember but not really because I don't want to dwell on it too much. That's when the voices start, when I start dwelling.
It was weird because it was supposed to be dinner tabley talk, but we were sitting on stools in a row.
It was good because we are really comfortable with one another and have no problems going on and on about nothing in a natural sort of way no matter how awkward the seating arrangement.
Acting!
I've never done anything from a script before, save for elementary school plays. The thought terrifies me. I'm okay with making stuff up on the spot, but I feel like if I have to memorize anything I'll choke and get a brain block and everyone will laugh at me. I recently dreamed that I got a part in a local play and then they kicked me out because I flubbed everything. That and I didn't speak French or dance the Ballet and it was a French rendition of the Nutcracker, but I had no idea at the audition. I guess I just got in on my good looks.
Call backs are next week, and while I don't have High Apple Pie in the Sky hopes about it, it was a really good way to spend my lunchbreak on a random Thursday.
15 degrees {comments}:
Very cool - proud of you for doing it, and I hope that you make it!
that 'not pooping' thing should guarantee a call back!
Awesome sauce! Literally sauce ... Yum. But I really am not a fan of the marinara at the OG. I always end up with the chicken scampi, not that I have been there in years, but, well, you know.
What I'd I promise to do a spaghetti dinner the same night you do every month? :) BTW, that was what we had for dinner on NYe. I was so not feeling well I made angel hair (that counts, right?) and Parmesan and butter spray for hubby. That's it. End of story. I had Thursday crockpot lasagna tonight', so it was pasta and sauce' and cheese. Must count for somethin', I hope.
Good luck w. the commercial, and don't forget me when I have I say I knew you when!
In the only Olive Garden commercial I remember, a kid is sitting between his two uncles and one of them says something about passing a breadstick to his favorite uncle, and maybe there's only one left, and maybe the kid breaks it in half or something, and maybe everyone laughs...
The only reason I remember it is that every time I saw it, I'd get a really crawly feeling and a little voice in my head would say, "Something is very wrong here."
Good luck with the commercial! I had no idea yesterday was national spaghetti day but at least I was in the ballpark by having penne with mushrooms and spinach. I licked my own bowl...mmmm, mozzarella sauce.
Funny I was just thinking about Wednesday Spaghetti...great minds.
You'd better get a call back.
Well, if the dragon stuff you had on your blog last fall sometime counts, you all should be a shoo in. That was very entertaining and my husband liked it, too. I had to show him when he was wondering why I was laughing so much. For sure the was to spend a lunchtime, and no doubt you saved a few calories.
Oh yeas, the thought of spaghetti dinner crossed my mind the other day...not Wednesday though.
That is really cool Lora.. good luck!!
Did pasta myself last night and I did puke! Don't know why...just didn't sit well!! Sigh
Good luck on the call back
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SueAnn
no joke, i was thinking about you and wed spaghetti just yesterday!
can't wait to hear about the commercial! i love that you're always doing new things!
You know I found you from a post about Wednesday Spaghetti, I always wondered if continued with it.
Anyway, so cool about the commercial and nosey me checked out the people you did the improv with, that guy that did the Newt Gingrich Bad Lip sync was hilarious.
Good Luck with the commercial and Thursday Spaghetti night!
How stinking cool is that! Good for you, girl. Have fun with the callback.
First rule of Wednesday Spaghetti: no guilt about Wednesday Spaghetti.
I love pasta, so I would've eaten spaghetti with you.
How cool you auditioned for a commercial! You are brave.
I wish you the best in 2012.
Good for you for going for it!
I am on a similar journey of personal growth and self discovery, only mine involves a hula hoop with spokes of fire. Whatever the medium, the idea goals are the same...empowerment, accomplishment and overcoming fears.
I'll tell ya' more about it when I see you this weekend =)
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