Oh boy it’s been a while since I’ve blogged. I blame it on the fact that my computer’s Airport card got fried and I basically had no way to connect to the Internet.
I know, I know, I could have probably found an alternative way to connect to the Internet, but I had a lot of shit to do in the past few weeks, as well as a sickness to get over and a birthday to celebrate.
So let’s start with my birthday week:
Part 1: Shannon’s Disastrous Birthday Week Saga
The week before my birthday, I got REALLY sick. Like… can’t get out of bed in the morning your head hurts so much, sneezing, coughing, fever, dizzy, SICK SICK SICK!
I worked from home the entire week and rested up so that I would be better the following week.
I spent that weekend planning out my birthday weekend (the following weekend) and getting excited at the prospect of spending the big 2-5 in New York City. I was going to celebrate in style with a free happy hour in Midtown East with all my NYC loves and then trek around the city like I owned it.
I had the dress picked out and everything.
Well… then the week started…
I felt a cold coming on, but I figured it was just residual sickness from the hellish flu I had the week before.
WRONG WRONG WRONG WRONG.
By Wednesday I was miserable: blowing my nose every five seconds and succumbing to coughing fits periodically.
Then Thursday was my birthday.
I looked like Rudolph the Red Nosed Shan Deer because my nose was so raw. My voice had dropped an octave and my eyes were so watery, it looked like I had been crying the entire morning.
I showed up to work and I was the only one in the office, because everyone else was ALSO sick. (The perks of working in close quarters in a small office…)
I left early to head out to an audition at one of my FAVORITE piano bars, “Don’t Tell Mama” and was absolutely convinced that no matter how bad I felt, I could sing through my sickness.
I fell flat on a few notes and just barely hit my final big note of the song.
As soon as I finished singing, I knew I blew it.
I was SO sad.
IT WAS MY BIRTHDAY! THIS ISN’T SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN ON YOUR 25th BIRTHDAY!!!!
I left DTM with a heavy heart, because I was SO looking forward to the possibility of a call back, and I knew there was no chance.
Some of my friends told me I should have told the woman holding auditions that I was sick, but excuses are like ass holes… everyone has one.
This is New York: No one gives a fuck if you’re sick, dying, happy, sad, WHATEVER… as long as you can show up and deliver.
And deliver I did not.
Anyway… I don’t want to talk about this anymore because it’s making me sad…
So on to the next adventure of going to my first costume fitting for my show, Totally Tubular Time Machine.
Since I had been without Internet, I read the information about my costume fitting on my (cracked) iPhone. I read the words “42nd Street” and assumed that I would be within walking distance, since DTM is in Midtown.
I failed to read the portion where the address said Sunnyside, NY (a neighborhood in QUEENS).
My fitting was in 30 minutes and it would take me at LEAST 30 minutes to get to Queens.
Of course, I plugged the address into my iPhone and it kept giving me different directions to different parts of Queens. So, I picked one and decided to give it a shot.
I got off the train and had NO FUCKING CLUE where I was. I walked toward 42nd street and tried to find the address. This super shady guy asked me if I was lost, and I tried to hold back tears because I felt like it would be incredibly poetic if I died of a stabbing in Queens on my birthday.
I’m not trying to be funny… I was close to tears, and I was completely lost.
Lo and behold, I get an email from the costume designer with her phone number.
I called her and she was like, “Yeah…. you’re totally in the wrong place.”
Luckily she had a car. (Praise) and was only a short while away. (Horray!)
My costume fitting went swimmingly… other than the fact that my nose was running like a faucet by this time and I sounded like a frog.
My costume is bangin ya’ll. For real. However… it is spandex, so this girls needs to get to the GYM!
My designer was nice enough to drive me into the city where I was going to a drag show with my roommate (he knows me too well). I wasn’t feeling well at all by this point, but it was my BIRTHDAY!
The drag show was spectacular, and I also met some new friends which was great.
I got home and headed straight to bed.
Then I woke up in the middle of the night and thought the Apocalypse was happening.
Part 2: Shannon’s APOCALYPTIC Sickness
I woke up in the middle of the night and thought I was dying.
I couldn’t breathe. I was coughing uncontrolably and couldn’t swallow.
I dizzily remember getting up and grabbing water and the closest NyQuil packet I could find.
I thought to myself… “Well, at least you made it to 25. Plus, the world is going to end ANYWAY.”
Well, the world didn’t end, but it sure felt like it for the next 12 hours.
I called in sick to work and stayed in bed until the afternoon when I dragged my ass to the Upper West Side (the land of rich, white people) to the Urgent Care.
Side Note: The BEST part of riding the subway when you’re sick and look like shit, is there will ALWAYS be someone riding the train who looks worse (A LOT worse) than you. I was in my sweatpants, an oversized sweatshirt, my glasses, which were slipping down my nose from the fever and my hair looked a HOT ASS MESS.
When you travel to the land of Rich White People, everything is faster and nicer. The people at the Urgent Care were incredibly upbeat for working around sick people all day.
After the young med student took my vitals and the doctor came in, I was basically told that I originally had a sinus infection that traveled down to my chest and now I had an “acute respiratory infection” that would probably turn into pnemonia had I not come in.
Then the doctor said the magic words: I’m going to put you on three different drugs.
(It really wouldn’t be me if it wasn’t this extreme. All my closest friends know that when I get sick… I GET SICK.)
What can I say? I have a taste for the dramatic… and apparently so does my immune system.
So I waited at CVS for an antibiotic, a sterriod and an anti-cough medication because at this point I sounded like I had the black lung.
I went back home and started crying. I was SO looking forward to my birthday weekend, and now my plans had been RUINED! Why didn’t I just go to the stupid doctor when I JUST had a sinus infection?????
And then step in Jennifer and Fred. (two of my best NY loves)
Jen and Fred came over and saved the day with a cup of chicken noodle soup! We drank tea, watched a REALLY bad Lifetime movie (is there any other kind) and made dumb iPhone movies.
I ended the night by sleeping at Jennifer’s house after watching Ashley and JP’s wedding on the DVR and eating cake from Gristides.
Part 3: The Birthday Redemption
I woke up the next morning and already felt better. (The magic of prescription medication)
I relaxed the entire day until I headed down to the Lower East Side for the company Christmas Party. I figured I would go, drink water, and attempt to sing some karaoke.
Oh yes… the company Holiday party was at a karaoke place. Just my style!
I did my fantastic rendition of “Baby Got Back,” which, if you haven’t heard it… you are in for a treat. 🙂 I also sang “At Last,” The Little Mermaid’s “Part of Your World,” (complete with dramatization) and ended the night with my best Streisand impression of “Rain on my Parade.”
It was a great night…
But it didn’t end there.
My Boo Chadd invited me to meet with him and his friends in Hell’s Kitchen (my stomping ground) and I ended up spending the night dancing the night away (per usual) with some old and new friends (that included incredibly attractive Australian men.)
Ten points for Shan!
My birthday weekend turned out to be pretty awesome!
Part 4: Adventures to Cleveland for a Very Allen Christmas
Then I had to go to the airport…
Ughhhh I HATE airports. ESPECIALLY around the Holidays.
Everyone smells like they’ve been traveling (because they have) and everyone is pissed off an complaining. Not to mention that everyone thinks they are entitled to an extra seat in the waiting area for their massive amounts of luggage/their fucking dogs while everyone else is standing around miseably.
Luckily my flight was only delayed about 45 minutes, but it seemed like an eternity!
I touched down in Cleveland and saw a winter wonderland! The ground here is all covered in snow (we’re actually in the middle of a terrible bilzzard right now).
The past few days have consisted of a LOT of eating (my dad and I made Ro’s sauce yesterday), a LOT of drinking (whiskey, Christmas Ale, red wine, Baileys/coffee) and LOTS of great family time.
I was SO surprised when Griff and Alanna gave me not only a pair of earrings, but a ring with diamonds taken from my Grandma’s old diamond ring.
Just call me Rhianna because I’m “shining bright like a diamond!”
They also got me a gift certificate to Broadway.com so I can go to a show when I get back to NYC!
My dad and I saw the Hobbit yesterday, which I LOVED. I need to take a break from Harry Potter to read The Hobbit again… I forgot how much I love that story.
In reflection, 2012 has been pretty damn good. I graduated from Berklee, moved to NYC, went to LA for The Voice, came back, booked an off-broadway show, and continue to meet new friends who have become a sort of twisted, crazy second family to me.
So to my immediate family: Griff, Alanna, Griff, and Blue. I love you and I’m so lucky to have you in my life forever and always.
To my NYC family: Jennifer, Chadd, Chetan, Fred, Alex, Barb, and all my fabulous loves. You are the greatest and have made New York my new home. 🙂
And to all the rest of you around the world: Ashley and Ryan, Christina, Katie, RJ, Krista, David and Paul, Peach, Amanda and Chase, Lexy, Lacey and SO many more… (Please don’t be mad if I forgot you! You are ALL loved!)
Happy Holidays my Loves,
Shannon Rose Allen