In September, I was cast in an original play called “School for Manners” at Hole in the Wall Theatre in New Britain, Connecticut. It was such an awesome opportunity. It was the first time I acted on stage in nearly 10 years. I loved the comradery of the cast. I made some really cool new life- long friends, I pushed myself as an actor, and I went from being bored out of my mind to being busy nonstop for 10 solid weeks!
The show wrapped recently and we ended it well. I’m so pleased with the work that we did. As the holidays approached and the snow arrived, I was glad that I took the winter off. The 3rd weekend of show (of a 4 weekend run) I was sick with a cold. I felt wiped out and I know that at one of the shows I wasn’t giving the same high-energy performance I had the weeks before. This was a bummer but it was a sign that I needed to listen to my body:
Body: Oh hey Holly!
Me: Oh hey Body.
Body: How you feeling? Because you look like a hot mess.
Me: I’m super stuffy. You know that awful feeling when the throat and nose feels like it’s on fire...that me for like a week!
Body: Yikes that’s not good girrrrrrrlllll….Take in some lunch-naps, go to bed early, do some yoga to relax me and stay hydrated!
Holly: Great advice! Thanks Body!
Body: You’re welcome. We need to take care of each other!
Cheesy grin and thumbs up here! Freeze-Frame High Five!!
So I might have celebrated a wee bit too much this Saint Paddy’s Day...(week)! Please pardon the delay. In 2010 while studying abroad I traveled to Ireland for a long weekend with some very dear friends. It was October, right before Halloween. We had a smashing time. My way to honor Saint Paddy’s is to share some of my favorites moments from the green isle.
Take a look at the photos and videos below!
The Cliffs of Moher were breathtaking. I tried scones and actually loved them! They were baked by nuns so holy water must have been a secret ingredient. We met a bunch of people on our travels, many from Australia who are super kind and fun! We enjoyed a few nights out and got to experience a real Irish pub with traditional fiddle music.
Last night after I shoveled probably a foot of snow, I warmed up under blankets and watched Life Sentence, starring Lucy Hale. I like her personality, although I’m not entirely familiar with her acting credentials. Pretty Little Liars is in my Netflix queue. (I know, some of you reading this are shocked that I didn’t watch it while it aired, however, for those of you who know me and have followed PXC for a while, that’s a recurring theme...Gilmore Girls, Parks and Rec, 30 Rock, etc.).
My boyfriend joined me, which was a surprise probably for both of us. I wasn’t sure if this show would be his thing. When he chuckled for the first time, I turned and stared. By the end of the show I lost count of his laughter.
This Dramedy, which I think is my favorite type of show at the moment, delivered. It wasn’t Shakespeare but it doesn't have to be. This tells the story of Stella, a young woman who battled cancer for 8 years and lived her life as though she was dying. She was given the great but shocking news that in fact she was cured and is no longer facing imminent death.
The Academy Awards. The Oscars. Such pomp and circumstance. A swinging Hollywood party. A night stars will never forget.
Especially this year. With all the political and social chaos that’s gone on the within the last year, award season has been interesting to say the least.
On Hollywood’s biggest night, what will happen? Last year, the Oscar had a major snafu with the Best Picture Award mixup between LaLaLand and Moonlight. That was well before the sexual misconduct scandals raged through Tinseltown.
Harvey, Kevin, Matt, a few of the big offenders in the upset. It seemed week after week more names were revealed, more and more women shared their stories in the simply put, MeToo stance.
Just as recent as last week, Ryan Seacrest was among the men accused of sexual harassment. How will his appearance on E!’s Red carpet play out?
Debra Messing called out E! On their own red carpet coverage, earlier in the award season, after the veteran reporter Catt Sandler’s salary was discovered to be way lower than her partner’s, Jason Kennedy. Mind you I love them both and it was difficult for me to digest that.
The past few months the mounting sexual harassment allegations against Harvey Weinstein, Kevin Spacey, and most recently, Matt Lauer has left me and most of society infuriated. Many of these allegations go back decades. Victims were told to keep their traumatic experiences a secret. The social media support trend the #MeToo, revealed that women and men from around the world have also experienced sexual harassment and that they will no longer keep quiet.
I was never in a situation that I felt unsafe or scared for my personal space being intruded. However, like some of you, my Gut Feeling has kicked in several instances. This was like a “Caution Alarm,” not quite “Danger Alert,” but definitely the sort of thing that I’d remember to keep for future references.
Here are some of the things I’ve dealt with over the years:
Pixie Chick Productions has been quite busy while we were away. For one thing, I was cast in a new play in a local theatre. Rehearsals are frequent and awesome! I’ve been saying, “I can’t, I have rehearsal tonight!” like a broken record.
The play, “School for Manners” is written by local playwright, Bill Arnold and will be performed by the super fun and talented folks at Hole in The Wall Theatre in New Britain, Connecticut.
We’re leading up to tech week with our opening night next Friday! It’s 1910 in London, Lady Manors and her daughters find themselves in a few situations that would make any aristocrat feeling flabbergasted!
I’m made several new friends, perfected my British accent, and am thrilled to be back on stage! A few months ago I wrote a post about the acting bug, and boy, I was bit again! Please stay tuned for new content from Pixie Chick Productions in the coming weeks. If you’re in the Connecticut area please stop by Hole in the Wall Theatre in New Britain and support your local artists community.
She’d given everything up for this one bastard. She had enough. She decided she’d leave him. At some point. Very soon. In the near future. Maybe next month. After the holidays would be best.
No more bullshit! She knew she would have to get out of there and get far away from the lying and cheating. She had enough with giving him so much power over her. She trembled and cried and was ready to explode just to break free from the grip he had on her heart.
Then one day…
She packed up all of her belongings. She stuffed everything she owned into a small shitty red car with missing hubcaps. She drove herself out of his driveway, down the street, out of his town, and never looked back.
While unpacking, a thought struck her. She didn’t need any of this shit. Some of the necessities she kept, but other things were very replaceable. Bras and panties were absolutely replaceable. In fact, that’s rule number one when getting out of a relationship. Never wear old undergarments when you’re visiting a new bedroom! It’s just bad juju.
She gave most of her belongings away, threw out or pawned everything he ever gave her, and didn’t skip a beat. She was on a role.