How to Get His Number

Londontown

T or F: I did the peace corps overseas inoculating refugees in family clinics that I built myself from mud and trees.
(excerpt from Legally Blonde, for which I auditioned)

This past week, I spent three days in London for my first set of professional auditions! It was an awesome time, and I learned a lot about the process, my process, and what works for me. I got some heartening feedback from a casting director! 

@The Dance Attic in London. Run Down and Awesome Music Room

But that's not what this blog is about. This blog is about How to Get His Number.

Step 1. Wear Something Like This.

I was silly and packed clothes primarily for my auditions. By the time Friday rolled around, I realised I really just didn't have anything coordinated to wear. So step 1 is quite straightforward: wear something comfortable, easy to walk in and doesn't match.

Posing in a mirror that I nicked 

off the street corner

at midnight

alone

to spruce up Jules' home. 

Step 2. Explore Sketchy London

Rather than taking the tube to go to the serene Hyde Park, I decided to venture to Finsbury Park, which was a 40 minute walk away. The park itself was lovely, with wonderful amenities such as basketball and tennis courts, blossoming gardens, park rides, playgrounds and adult playgrounds. 

The Adult Playground Members: Outdoor Fitness Pros

Step 3: Buy a Takeaway Falafel

This is important: eat messily under a tree. 

And pretty much that means, "I'm approachable, available, and want to meet sketchy men."

Step 4: Agree to Take Number

This is where I went wrong. I know, you really want to get tutoring skills from someone who is actually skilled at getting guys' numbers. I'm a fraud! I denied being interested in going out with this man. Furthermore, I finished our conversation with: "I'd rather eat in peace. Nice to meet you."

Don't worry if you've made the same mistake as me. He'll be back with a ludicrous story about losing his phone. If you're having second thoughts, go for it in that second moment. As DMX says, 

If you love something let it go, if it comes back to you it's yours. If it doesn't, it never was.

Or if you're a sensible human being, give him a "leave me alone, you're an idiot" face and continue to eat your falafel.

Other Important Life Lessons

Go for it. 

Seriously, props to the man who really, really wanted to "get to know" me. Props to you for putting your best foot forward and approaching me. Gumption is a great trait to have, and one that I happily possess. For me, it had better results.

This past year, I decided to enter an essay competition. On Friday, I received an email congratulating me that I had won! Since the good news, my parents were pegging me for the essay, asking to read, etc. etc. I revisited it and thought, "gosh, this is actually horrendous!"

However, my Dad had something a little more positive to say about my winning submission:

Also Note: I call Carol (my landlady) "CarolParent" Hehehehehe

The Jewel that is Jules

I love her so much. @Julia Kelly was so sweet and accommodating in London, taught me how to cook spag bol, and told me off for making it too watery. She let me have all the chocolate eggs I wanted, so I was like, dying. On my final night in London, I prepared one sushi roll for Jules and me. We split it and were in heaven. I then asked if she wanted to roll any. She did the rest of them to fill us and Sam (her housemate who I met back at UNSW) to the brim. So again, I was a fail cook because she did all the work!

Jules is now in Cardiff, because we've done a bit of an exchange. I had an impromptu solo when we went to Mass, and she was kind enough not to look at me out of fear I would crack :) She'd like to tell all her fans that she loves Cardiff and is hoping to stay for an eternity, just because she loves Sal so much and everything here is bright and wonderful.

I'm just kidding, she's currently reading Ibsen and clearing her throat on occasion.

She's so Old School.
Proper trendy like.
Without the Pearl Earring and Upside Down.

The Original: 1665 Vermeer

Gonna Go Seize the Day

I have plans to cook Jules a decent breakfast, and No, I will not fail/end up letting her do all the cooking. I am going to succeed.

To everyone reading, happy Sunday. Enjoy your family, your achievements, your moments. Don't worry about being boring, or having nothing to celebrate. You do. I'm sure you do.

Keep the faith! 

Even though my auditions were unsuccessful, I'm still coming out of this experience with gusto and contentedness. Also, on my way to my first audition, I passed by a sign saying "Catholic Church ->", and I was like, "yeah, sure, I'll visit."

I ended up being the only one in there. It was a bit spooky, but in the end, I sang, and it was the most resonant chamber I've been in for a while. Thank Jesus and all the Saints above! 

Most Holy Redeemer & St. Thomas More

And just to satisfy you, I did take some photos of the infamous London Hyde Park, not to be confused with Sydney's Hyde Park, but I do love them both.

The Girls were Posing for Me, Obviously.

BYE!