Wednesday, June 17, 2009

I can moov 2 Los Angelez? How to get cats from one city to another without losing your mind

Above: This cat was going to give you his plane ticket, but he eated it.

Cats are great. They're silly looking, don't need assistance using the bathroom, are perfectly happy most of the time eating cheeseburgers and staring at the wall. And while it's recently been proven by "science" that cats are basically one step up from stuffed animals, cats have also been shown to reduce stress in their owner, simply be existing and occasionally letting you pet them. Which is good, cuz believe me, now that you're gonna live in LA, you're gonna be stressed. You might not know it, sitting pool side, but take it from me, jaded veteran that I am, this town will eat you up if you let it. It's worth it to have a fluffy friend on your side.

Yep, I've lived in the land of perpetual sunglasses and double-double cheeseburgers for nigh on exactly two weeks, and am officially able to offer my well-worn, ever-growing life wisdom. But before we get to that, we need to get you here. Now, it had long been my understanding, as I'm sure it is yours, that Los Angeles is a misty dream-scape of a world, much like heaven or one's early youth spent watching Rainbow Brite in Raleigh, North Carolina.

Above: Hollywood, CA.

Along with rainbows and unicorns, Los Angeles is also a gigantic city, one with a tendency to shake violently and be on fire. A desert of sprawl and heartache, there are three airports within easy access, and two named after long-dead male movie stars (Bob Hope Airport and Burbank, and John Wayne Airport in Orange County). These are both terrific choices, with shorter lines and friendlier service, but if you want to go old school classic, you're going to want to fly into LAX, Los Angeles International, like I did. Terrific traffic, slightly larger chance of seeing a C-List celebrity at their best, and lines as far as the eye can see.

Sadly, most cats are not bright enough to follow you on their own.


So you'll do it through United Airlines (though if you're smart, you'll go through Southwest, as they're the best for one-way trips and let you change your departure date with no charge). You'll also call ahead to reserve a spot for your cats on the flight, as the web site will cryptically imply they're limited on cat-shaped space. You need to get to the airport at least an hour and a half before the flight to check in the cats along with your luggage (which will cost you $125 if it's over 50 pounds, so don't let it be over 50 pounds.)

Your budget will look like this:

$45 each for two medium size cat carriers

Above: fabric, Sherpa brand, marked "approved for most major airlines"). At PetSmart, be sure to get the carriers that have been taken out of the boxes already and insist on getting 20 percent off, since it's clearly "used."

$125 each for a vet visit to get rabies shots, a bottle of kitty sedative Ace, which lasts 6 hours and should be noted can rarely but sometimes have the opposite effect on some cats and drive them to be overactive and psychotic), and a signed form saying some random cats who might be yours are approved for flying (you'll need this at the airport). You won't need a collar or a leash, as these signify ownership/enslavement and we don't do that here and those were too expensive to buy.

$125 each to fly, for the opportunity to place your cats under the seat in front of you on the plane.

One hand gash earned while carrying your Zelda cat through security (so that the good people of O'Hare can search your fabric Sherpa bag for diamonds and bombs. My hand, incidentally, is healing well.

Above: How not to carry a vampire through O'Hare security.

Beyond this, you've still got quite a run through the airport to get to your terminal, as you will almost definitely be running late, and your pants will most likely be falling off as you will not have time to put back on your belt. But once you get to your gate and sit, ice your hand in a McDonald's McIceCup and calm down, it's really not so bad. And all it cost you was approximately 1 billion dollars, about 6 hours of your life, four bandaids and a very pissy cab driver you'll likely never see again.

And it's all worth it. Because...well, because, at least in the most literal way possible, kid, you finally made it. You're here. They're here. We're here. The sun's shining. Now let's get started.

Tuesday, December 16, 2008

2008 in Review

I am thankful for 2008. Even with months of decay and unemployment, I managed to embrace the year to a greater extent than I think I ever have, especially months 1 through 7. 2008 might be the first real year of my life, the first year I've been conscious of genuine shit getting genuinely real. Maybe because I attended a real funeral of a real family member who i really miss, but this is the first time I've seen my own age in the mirror. I don't look particularly youthful anymore. There's a certain way 26 year olds are supposed to look, I guess. I don't think if people 30 years from now see pictures of me today they'll say you were so YOUNG. There's 26 things I'd done since turning 26 that I'd never done before (in ten days).

Here's what I've done since then. Since September 17. Almost exactly 3 months.

I Watched a lot of movies. Lars and the Real Girl. That version of "A Christmas Carol" with Albert Finney. Synecdoche, New York turned my brain into a pile of broken Legos. Happy-Go-Lucky is not a comedy. I still don't get Quantum of Solace's name, but if there's a special Oscar statuette for best running and jumping, it will win.
I Drank a Lot. Though I definitely had a "yes, I'm having a cucumber-diet sprite-vodka at 2 in the afternoon, and I don't care who knows it!" moment, most of the drinking has been paired with a hefty dose of Friendship. I also discovered Tea. If you are getting me a Christmas present, make it tea. It's easier to ship than wine, costs a lot less, and is just as easy to turn into a means of being more pretentious/elite/smarter than everyone else in the room. Plus, it helps with bloating!
I Turned into a "performer." With a headshot and costume changes and makeup applied specifically for the stage. I don't know how this happened, but I don't unlike it. I'm even over the fear of someone saying, "how are YOU an actor? You're capable of up to 3 facial expressions, one of which you usually don't know you're making!" Yeah. I got over it.
I Embraced Blogging. Well. Clearly not really. I mean, in my terms I did. I don't blog every five seconds. I'm no twittererer. But I do fully accept blogging as the best next option for journalism, if used well. I set a goal of pursuing blogging as a Genuine Means of Work. And the fact that that sounds like kind of a really dumb idea must mean it's a good one. Which means I'm an iconoclast, a heretic, and a visionary.
I Started Writing a Play. We'll see how that goes. My goal would be to have it up in February. But I think actors, from my now vast experience with being one, might need time to "read their lines." Lame. So we'll see.
I Re-Did My Resume 14 hundred billion times. And still managed to include two typos.
I performed in front of more people than I'd ever done anything in front of anyone ever before. It feels absurd to me how drastic my life seems. On one hand, I spend a good portion of my time in fear that my cats are going to eat me or that one day soon I'll find myself alone on the northside of Chicago with my fake plants and a bucket of yellow and black paint and won't be able to stop myself...



But then on the other hand, I took the initiative and will finish the Second City writing program. I'm in a really incredibly successful show on a mainstage theater in the comedy capital of the US....I'm performing in an improv group with folks way more talented than me, I even got my own t-shirt and CALENDAR. I mean. Really. It's confusing. Maybe this lingering daily uselessness is all supposed to keep my grounded, so I don't get ahead of myself and start running around in an improv cape, trying to save people's lives with my own unique sense of wackiness.
I interviewed a lot.
I got rejected a lot.
I reveled in how I was unemployed a month before it was all trendy and everyone was doing it.
I hosted three straight weekends of family and no one slipped or fell down or broke anything or got food poisoning or froze to death.
I accidentally gave a squirrel a seizure.
I signed up for swing dance classes.

Monday, December 15, 2008

10 days of Christmas comedy!

For me, the holidays are about packing in as much yuletide cheer as possible in the shortest period of time, when the snow is still whimsical and that chill is an annual tradition like playing the Drifter's "White Christmas" on repeat for hours until your father flips out and it's time to eat.

In the spirit of some jolly time management, consider embarking out into the city for some holiday comedy before Christmas. Forget shopping, there are only nine days of holiday themed COMEDY left before Christmas.

Annoyance Theatre (4830 N. Broadway, in Uptown)
The Annoyance is the place to go for absurd and original full-length musicals, sketch comedy and improv. Most shows are definitely for the over 18 crowd, namely Frostbite (Saturdays at 10 PM) and Bing Faithful's Nondenominational Holiday Special (Fridays at 8 PM). For families, be sure to check out The Annoyance Christmas Pageant, featuring a live action Charlie Brown and How the Grinch Stole Christmas. Annoyance also benefits from a separate bar area, so you can get there early, enjoy a drink special and de-frost before your show.

The Second City - Holy $#!% It's Christmas!
Chicago's

Frostbite

Holy $#!% It's Christmas!

"Soiree Dada: Schmuckt Der Hallen" - WNEP Theater's anarchic sensibility gets unleashed on holiday consumer excess. Be very afraid. Storefront Theater, Friday through Dec. 20.

Neo-Futurist Christmas

Silent Night of the Lambs - Christmas and mass murder? Hell in a Handbag mixes up the winsome ("Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer") with the gory in this update of "The Silence of the Lambs." Bailiwick Repertory, Dec. 3-Jan. 3.

Best show for kids 8 and up: A tie between The Snow Queen (Victory Gardens through December 28) and The Annoyance Christmas Pageant

"Drinking and Writing Vol. IV: The 12 Steps of Xmas" - Neo-Futurist Steve Mosqueda and his pal Phil Ridarelli, along with stories from such literary elves as Jack Kerouac, Truman Capote and Charles Bukowski, offer a glassy-eyed view of holiday excess. Victory Gardens Biograph, Nov. 28-Dec. 19.

OINK!'s 2nd Annual Non-Denominational Holiday Hog Roast!

I'm Spiritual, Damnit! http://www.theaterland.com/CCPA/Spiritual.html
Starts December 19 at the Chicago Center for the Performing Arts (777 North Green St.)


Monday, December 8, 2008

Chicago in December! (A Suggested Itinerary)

ABOVE: But I don't WANNA go to Chicago! I'm SCARED of Chicago! It's COLD in Chicago! WAH WAH WAH.

Personally, I think December is the best time to visit Chicago. The snow is still magical, with the proper attire it's not bone chillingly cold, Christmas lights are everywhere, and there's a sense of wonder and winter whimsy that pervades the city. It's also a great excuse to spend a big chunk of your time eating really, really good comfort food.

If you've got family coming to Chicago this month and don't want them to regret it, this weekend itinerary might be just the thing. I made it in an effort to stay inside as much as possible, with as few cabs and train/bus transfers as necessary, and as much Christmas-y goodness as can be realistically crammed.

THURSDAY

Welcome to Chicago! The temperature will likely be in the low 20's but possibly feel like it's in the single digits. You'll want to wear a long, preferably puffy coat, gloves, a hat, and a scarf. You'll be fine with good sneakers and thick socks. No snow boots necessary yet. Bring long johns just in case.

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Above: The fashionable Chicago you.

At 1:30 PM, Mom and Dad arrive into O'Hare. You have purchased 3-day visitor passes online ahead of time and so take the Blue line toward the Loop, exiting at Clark and Lake. From here, take a quick cab to your hotel (the Conrad, at 521 North Rush Street). Your cab fare is $7 with tip. Check in and relax at your hotel. Daughter heads south to meet you.

At 3 PM, Walk down the lit up Michigan Avenue, heading north, stopping in Macy's to buy daughter a fancy new coat with fake fur trim and an American Girl Doll. Grab a snack (a cup of soup or two) at the food court in Macy's.

At 5:30 PM, sister and sister's boyfriend arrive into O'Hare. Take the Blue line directly to the Loop, exiting at Clark and Lake and taking a taxi directly to the Hancock Center at 875 N. Michigan Ave (should be about $10 with tip). Once you're at the Hancock Center, take the elevator up to the Signature Lounge, located on the 96th floor (no entrance fee).

7 PM: Buy a $12 seasonal beverage and take in the view:

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Above: For the absolute BEST view of Chicago, stop in the lady's restroom.

7:45 PM: Head to dinner (10 minute walk along Michigan to State and Ontario)

8 PM dine at Quartino's, where reservations have been made. Quartino's is a popular Italian tapas restaurant with delicious tortellini and cheese fondue. We'll walk down Michigan Avenue to get there and get a great view of the lights/decorations. Make sure and order table wine by the carafe.

After dinner, Mom and Dad walk home to their hotel. The kids hop on the red line and head back up north for the night!

FRIDAY
Good morning! The three kids make their way to the Loop, stopping on the way at Beans and Bagels for, well, some beans and bagels.

10:30 AM: Meet at The Art Institute. Just look for this guy:

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Coat check is $1 per hanger. See: American Contemporaries, Spanish art, paper weights, Impressionists. Buy a mug.

1 PM: Depart the Art Institute and walk down Michigan to the nearby Millennium Park. Take as many pictures of the Bean as possible before hands become red and numb. Put your gloves back on.

1:30 PM: Cross Michigan to Washington Street, stop in the Cultural Center to see the breathtaking Tiffany domes.

2 PM: Take a well-earned coffee/hot chocolate break at Intelligentsia.

2:30 PM: Walk about three streets west to Daley Plaza to experience the Christmas Market.

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3 PM: Walk to the red line (either Washington or State) and take it to Grand. Have a cheezeborger and Coke at the original Billy Goat's.

4:20 PM: Head back to the Conrad to relax, shop at the connecting Nordstroms.

5:20 PM: Make our way to Fullerton, taking the red line north from Grand. Grab dinner at Clarke's diner, next door to Victory Garden Theater.

7 PM: Walk next door to see The Snow Queen!

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10 PM: Everyone heads home for the night to sleep!

SATURDAY
Rise and shine! Mom and Dad make their way to the train this morning.

Take the red line toward HOWARD, transferring at Belmont to the brown line, which you take north (going toward KIMBALL). Get off at Western, where everyone meets for brunch at Selmarie (a Swedish bakery)

Explore (The Book Cellar, which has a nice cafe, Eclecticity and Quake for Christmas presents)

1 PM or 1:30 PM Take in a matinee at The Davis theater.

3:30 PM, explore the Christmas Festival. Get some coffee at Cafe Neo or Descarte.

4 PM: Head back on the bus to our apartment. Pet the cats, marvel at our furniture aesthetic, watch TV, power nap, have some tea.

6 PM: Head over to dinner at Siam Noodles for my favorite holiday treat, pad see ew.

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8 PM: Head over to The Annoyance Christmas Pageant (with live animal acts!)

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10 PM: Frostbite!

11:30 PM: Show lets out! Hugs and cookies and maybe a congratulatory drink! Mom and Dad take a taxi back to their hotel (cab should not be more than $20 with tip, I would just have the cabbie take Lakeshore there). Kids either stick around for Skinprov or take a congratulatory bus home (or $7 cab)

SUNDAY
Depart Chicago this morning! Merry Christmas!


If you have more time/Need reasons to come back: Improv at IO Theatre (Improvised Shakespeare on Friday nights at 8), Brunch at Tweet in Uptown, Lights at the Lincoln Park Zoo (free every day), A Very Neofuturist Christmas Carol, Soiree Dada: Schmuck die Hallen, Guthries for beer and board games, a matinee or a midnight movie at the famous Music Box Theater (namely Gremlins, the ultimate holiday family movie, playing December 12/13).

What did I leave out?

Saturday, November 29, 2008

Common Myths About Frostbite, and some pros and cons

Some great things about Frostbite, the original show now playing at 10 on Saturdays at Annoyance Theatre, located at 4830 N. Broadway: Frostbite is funny, creative, whimsical, charming, features a grown man made of snow, a mustachioed 8 year old, an informed introduction to the lovable world of Trollyville; it is, in its second week, already a classic.

Some great things about frostbite, the medical condition whereby damage is caused to skin and other tissues due to extreme cold: frostbite is tragic. However - you lose weight in those finger and toe problem areas, which can hold up to 2% of your body weight. Save money on gloves and toe socks. Think of yourself as a big man shaped tube of meat. What do we do with meat? We freeze it. Preserve it. It's a fun story. If you're quick to take pictures, there's a great chance your swollen, charcoal tipped nose will be on the first page of everyone's Google image search this year. And if you're even quicker to seek medical attention, you can significantly reduce the chances of gangrene and amputation.


SOME COMMON MYTHS ABOUT FROSTBITE

Myth: Frostbite is something to be avoided.
Fact: Wrong. On the contrary, Frostbite is something that should be faced up to, promoted, praised and sought out for. There is no convincing scientific evidence that Frostbite is something to be avoided. Chances of psychological damage or mental illness are, as yet, unknown however, until we have seen the reviews.

Myth: Frostbite is not a Christmas Show.
Fact: So wrong. Frostbite IS a Christmas show. At Annoyance. Our second performance is tonight at 10. Tonight is Saturday night. For those casual readers of A Simple But Impossible Task, or ASBIT (or "ass biters," as you're known), in foreign lands such as India and Canada (I see you on my StatCounter! Don't try and pretend I don't), I have no idea what time the show is for you. But you should probably start walking to Chicago immediately.

Myth: Frostbite contains a story line about kids visiting Santa.
Fact: Super wrong. It's about a Snow Man. A snow man who eats brains.

Myth: The human body must be exposed for hours to temperatures well below freezing in order to get Frostbite, its mean cousin Hypothermia or the annoying orphan neighbor kid, Frostnip.
Fact: Wrong again! You can get Frostbite easily, in a matter of moments, with just a click of the mouse or a brief, monetary-based encounter at the door.

Myth: Jesus is the Reason for the Season.
Fact: This is true. But our show is funnier.

Myth: Frostbite lasts forever.
Fact: Wrong again! Frostbite is of the essence. Your chance for enjoying Frostbite runs through December 27. After that you're on your own.

Myth: You should click on this.
Fact: I hope you didn't. Because, well, that's not chocolate.

Myth: You should rub snow on Frostbite.
Fact: Listen: If you're outside in a Chicago winter with no gloves, no wind pant, no hats and no balaclavas, your body is rightly starting to look like you've dipped your bits in old, rotten Hershey's chocolate sauce, significant chunks of your self are falling off and you think you'll die just as soon as you can. Please select one of the following options:

Option ONE (according to "science"): Wrap your frozen body part in any dry, insulating material, then evacuate the person immediately to a place where they can receive medical treatment. Don't waste time attempting to rewarming the victim. Frozen parts which are still soft and somewhat pliable should be rewarmed gently with skin-to-skin contact. Do not use fires or rubbing as this will cause severe pain as thawing occurs rapidly. Once the body part is thawed, it should be carefully protected against refreezing. Do not try to 'tough it out,' but rather seek additional medical treatment to assure there is no permanent damage.

Option TWO (per the US Surgeon General): Take the red line to Annoyance Theatre. Buy your damn ticket. Get a beverage, preferably Malorts. Quit yer moanin.' Laugh. And then drink until you feel nothing, anywhere, and you like it that way.

(just so we're clear: Frostbite's tonight, at Annoyance, at 10. Tickets are $15. If you wear a terribly awesome Christmas sweater I might buy you a drink. And that drink will probably be a handle of Malorts). Also go here, here and here if you want to actually learn something about not dying this winter. My personal solution? Lots and lots of Grub Hub (please especially note here, here and here.)

Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Unemployment, the Neverending Story

I experienced my first "group interview." For a bookstore. A corporate bookstore. I made several mistakes. First, I had not actually said anything out loud all day before the interview, aside from the occasional "SNEAKYGETDOWN" and "awww Zelda!" So when I heard my Real Person Voice, I was a bit taken aback by how crackly, wonky and nervous it is. Second, I accidentally sat on the wrong side of the semi circle. That is, with the guys who rank their level of salesmanship at an 8, as they have never sold anything in their entire life, but find themselves incredibly charming.

They are not charming.

I ranked myself a 9, by the way. I wanted to go 10 and then pause to see the reaction. Not explain it. Just say a perfect 10. Though I wonder how one goes about achieving an imperfect 10. I'd like to try someday.

Anyway, my cat's face is really swollen. Like, out of no where. One minute she was prancing about and trying to eat my glasses, the next minute half her face is trying to climb down the side of her body and I can't pet her without her crying.

I am the following:
Worried
Concerned
Hungry
Terrible
Hungry.

I guess I'm also tired. And Ben's gone. I realized I'm usually bossing him around to get him to leave, and when he's not here I don't know what to do and feel inclined to just go to sleep. The cats just give me a bitch please look and then their faces swell up. Ben needs to come home soon.

The last time Ben left Zelda got cat herpes.

I'm just saying. All I'm doing is saying.

I swear I can't even write a blog entry without a Ben around. Dang it.

I hope my cat's ok.

101 in 1,001 reboot, step one

Gabrielle and Ben, post grad

Inspired by the non-stop rebooting up around me, I just now made the boring decision to bring you the fruits of my original 101 in 1,001 list, circa January 4, 2007 and the subsequent "update" February 11, 2007:

1) Improved my walk, 2) kept in decent touch with Anita Camille and Wrenn, 3) dressed up for a date with Ben, 4) started knitting group with Sarah (knit one, drink two), 5) knitted arm warmers, 5) continued with Second City (now in level 4), 6) published a literary magazine, 7) visited Ireland with family, 8) will take a yoga class tomorrow(!), 9) wrote a song and perform it in Frostbite every Saturday through December 28 (hey it counts!), 10) built a snowman, 11) bought a giant map and put pins all over it (definitely not as thrilling as previously hoped), 12) packed a picnic and headed on the train to Ravinia!, 13) learned a magic trick (the ol' peso through the wine glass routine), 14) regularly volunteer at the Youth Job Center of Evanston, 15) semi-dedicated a weekend to museums (Contemporary Art and Shedd Aquarium), 16) got and completed an internship (at In These Times), 17) signed a lease with a boy (twice!), 18) found a job with health insurance (in travel), 19) found a job where I get to write (well, writing a show at Annoyance, but a damn good one!).., 20) opened fancy joint checking account, 21) started and semi-continued a blog to track my incredible progress through this most amazing journey.

Wow. I accomplished 21 whole things. Yeesh. Technically, I still have another year. But still. Not so much with the focus. True, a lot of my "goals" were set up to be impossible, in the patented Self Sabatage Gabrielle Style. Such goals include lose 30 pounds (which then soaks up "fast for five days," "stop eating meat" and "avoid fast food for a month"), visit the Lincoln Park Zoo (when I secretly don't want to), read the entire Bible (I will admit I may have stopped believing in God just to avoid doing this...I really don't like long books...), and see a play at Steppenwolf (I will see The Snow Queen at Victory Gardens, and I think this should count, as I didn't even know what Steppenwolf was when I wrote that). The ones I did "accomplish" are kind of ridiculous (walk better? why is that a goal? don't you just, ya know, do it?). I think if I met January 2007 me now I'd punch me in the face.

What I DO want to make sure and do before we leave Chicago from this list, includes:
-Win the Green Mill slam
-Submit to Second Story
-Apply to grad school
-Ice skating in Millennium Park
-Theme party (got just the thing in mine for ye new The Belmont Transfer, performing tomorrow in Edgewater, fyi)

The shortness of this "what i still want to do on the list" list is a testament to the deep seeded arbitrary nature of the original list, and of everything about my life at the time it was made. Man, I am all about not ending sentences with prepositions tonight, for serious.

I do find it amusing that under the "Culture and Travel" section of my life, I listed one solitary goal: to attend the National Crossword Tournament in Connecticut. And then I managed to end up traveling to Sicily, Berlin, Dresden, Paris, Champagne and Lyon, but not Connecticut. Word nerd poor priority planning fail.