Happy Endings (or at least a pretty good beginning!)...

Journal exerpts from May 24th 1976:

Oh my God!... I just made the 2nd cut for Ron Field's movie "New York, New York" starring Liza Minnelli! And she's here!!!" (Yes, back in the day I carried my journal with me everywhere!)

Later that evening I wrote...

I want to scream it out the window to the world and yet I don't dare tell even my closest friends. I'm very superstitious that way!

I went to the Disney Studio auditions with Jimmy, Skip and Monica this morning. Guys only! I think they were looking for acrobats and neither of them made it. Then Jimmy had to drag me to the MGM audition for the new movie "New York, New York." It was actually a closed audition for SEG members only, but somehow we got in anyway. I don't know exactly how many girls were there or how many were cast, but I know I was, and he liked me! I keep wondering whether Liza had anything to do with it because it seemed that she looked at me alot.. but then I'm nearsighted. Ron came up to me and asked how tall I was, then started looking around the room for someone who matched my height. Anyway, he smiled at me alot!

When he finally lined us up and told us we were the ones he wanted, I felt the most magical moment of my life. Now I'm just confused. He WANTS to use all of us but doeesn't know if he can. He can! He can! Anyway, I then went to wardrobe for my measurements and a hair sample.

None of my other friends made it which made me feel really special but I know how I'd have felt like if I hadn't and Jimmy took it really hard! It was nice to go to (Charity) rehearsal but I didn't want to tell anyone because I'm afraid of something going wrong. Ok, I did tell a few people ~ I HAD to! I have so much inside of me I feel like I could burst!

Exerpt from May 25th 1976:

Haven't heard anything yet. I stayed home all day and not a call. I should have gone to work (Disneyland) but then I'd never know for sure. It all seems like a dream now - and maybe it was.
*Note ~ This was back in the day before cellphones or even answering machines. If you didn't want to sit by the phone you had to hire a professional answering service (where a real person actually took messages and relayed them to you...)

Exerpt from May 27th 1976:

Oh Heavens to Murgatroid! I swear I'm gonna spend the rest of my life waiting for this phone call! I've felt like throwing up the past day or so I've been so nervous. Toni (cast member from Charity and one in the know) gave me the assistant chorographer's number so I finally called her this morning. She's suppose to call me back. What a fool I'll feel like if I don't get this job!

May 28th 1976:

I was feeling SO happy just 4 days ago and now I'm back to this rotten "nothing!" I've tried calling the assistant choreographer again but keep getting her service. This is probably the hardest thing I've ever gone through!

May 29th 1976:

I MADE IT!!!!!

It seems so terribly anti-climatic. More than anything I feel like I can breath again. I don't know why I wasn't contacted, unless I just wasn't home at the time, but I finally got a hold of Charlene and she said "Yes, you're definitely on my list, I don't know what happened." Anyway, I'm really glad took the initiative. I have to call her back on Tuesday to see when to go in to fit my shoes! Had a long talk with Toni last night about unions and such. It's still all so confusing, but terribly interesting. I wonder if I've done something unusual by breaking into this movie without being in SAG.

June 2nd 1976:

I went down to MGM for my costume fitting yesterday. It's so thrilling! I got my own pair of white capezios and a box labeled with my name and set on the same shelf along side Liza's! Then I got fitted for a long pleated skirt and sweater for the "Rooftop Sequence!" Oy Vay!

Anyway, Pauline from Independent Casting called me before I left for the theatre and told me my first rehearsal in Monday at 9:00 a.m. on Stage 29. So I guess it's a GO!

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Sometimes I'm still so very impressed by all the energy (not to mention navigational savviness) I must have had on any given day at the age of 21!

A = Home
B = Disneyland
C = Long Beach Civic Light Opera
D = MGM Studios

So I performed in "Sweet Charity" on Sunday night and started work at MGM on Monday morning!

June 7th 1976:

What an incredible day! I got to the studio so early. Everyone spent the first half-hour socializing. I didn't know anyone at all. I met Dom's roomate Stan, who is a super nice guy. How does he live with Dom? I felt terribly out of place, but I guess everyone must have their first time. He broke us up in 5 groups and everyone learned different combinations, which approximate maybe 30 seconds. That's all we did all day. Liza was there. We got put on the set and after being shifted around for what seemed like hours, I finally landed about 3 feet away from Liza! But because of the angles I don't know how much I'll be seen. Who cares! This is so amazing! We also set a little part where Liza is singing on stage and we're all sitting and swaying. Tommorrow the girls learn the next section. I hope I'm in it!

June 8th 1976:

Today we did the girls section of "Happy Endings." I'm in the back but I'm sure I'll get a few shots. The dance is really short but so hard and so fast. And SO nerve wracking! What pressure! We did about twenty takes and of course it's all about Liza being perfect in the shot (of course) so as the went on you certainly didn't want to be the one to screw something up, especially if it was a good take for HER, if you know what I mean. Plus, they have to have the crew come in and sweep up all the popcorn between every single take!

June 9th 1976:

The days get better and better. I don't want it to ever end! It'll be over in a little more than a week. I never want to do anything else for a living. I can't believe I'm getting paid for this!
*Note ~ About $50 a day. But in 1976 that was a lot!

Some lucky things have happened that I am so thankful for. They called in twenty more girls today for the staircase scene. THOSE were all the girls I auditioned with! I wondered why I didn't recognize anyone on Monday! I'm doing all these other numbers with the girls he's worked with in the past!

Aside from that, after he set the staircase scene, he pulled out about 10 girls, half of them it being their only number. I stayed in and got placed right next to Liza at the top of the stairs doing all these turns and lunges which scares me to death!

I loved rehearsal today. We heard the tape of the title song "New York, New York" from Liza's cassette recorder. She just recorded it last night and we all sat right there watching her listen to it.
*Note ~ Never imagining it would be New York City's OFFICIAL SONG several years later!

It was so embarrassing today! I didn't know they were going to run the combination, I thought they were just working out Liza's bit. So I just stood there staring at Charlene doing the part and all of a sudden Ron says "Jannet, why are you the only one not dancing?" Then outloud to everyone... "I guess she was wondering what it would be like to be front and center." Haha. True! True!

Fred Ebb has been here the past few days!

Some more journal exerpts and things I want to remember:

I am going to write this right now. I've been putting it off for days and its been weighing heavily on my mind. I guess I've been partly afraid of saying how much this means to me. I feel I should be saying all sorts of incredible things. In other words, things that will be worthy of my best selling biography one day, but the truth is I really don't feel any different! A bit more happy and secure about everything and now I know what I want to do with my life. Only I want to be a STAR! There's just too too much to say! I see Liza 8 or more hours a day and what can I say?... I've gotten over it... But she's a dear! As concerned as possible for everyone around her and an A-1 pro all the way. Working with her has definitely been a dream!

I've learned so much, met so many people. I can't believe that Susie Donovan once kicked Thom and I out of Liza's dressing room when we tried to sneak backstage at the Riviera and now I'm friends with her! I've seen Vincent Minnelli, Jack Haley Jr and some more of the greatest people this week. The dance segments are over today but I'll do some extra work on the film next week. It's sad. I just want more and more!

Laszlo Kovacs our camera man. What a sweetie!

On The Set

Rebel...

Here's the "Happy Endings" number (which was actually a "movie" within a movie.) You'll understand once you watch it. If you were me you'd be able to spot me right away in all the sections, but since you're not... hope you have lots of fun trying!

And here are some journal exerpts while doing extra work the last two weeks of June:

I never want to do extra work ever again! The difference between this week and last is like Le Jardin on a Saturday night compared to a Sunday afternoon tea for two...

There is a comfort though in having the production staff smile at you when you walk by. Haven't gotten close enough to Liza this week to even see her face. Last week I stood next to her 8 hours a day!

I enjoyed yesterday when Charlene bought a little cake for John (Calverts) birthday and the few of us dancers left & Ron went into Liza's trailer to sing him Happy Birthday! It was something at least.

I hate doing extra work! Isn't it funny how everything is relative? But I want to keep working on this job simply because it keeps this life in my reality. The day it's over, my film career terminates too! Chris, one of the director's assistants has told me that I can maybe work on the film when they shoot in New York. Ron and Liza were talking about me the other day... ???

I think I've gained like 20 lbs since this job began. It doesn't show but I can feel it. Must be all those free Egg McMuffins and donuts from the food cart every morning!

I've made a vow to write every day that I'm on the set from now on ~ it's just too amusing to pass up. Today marks the fifth day on this one scene. Five days of confetti throwing, lacquered hair and wierd, wierd people! I wish I could write everything down but I can't possibly, there's just too much!

I'd fall apart if it weren't for the little group the dancers have wound down to. The troupers! We'll probably all stay until the jobs done. But we have a ball. We have to or go crazy. I haven't giggled as much as I have the past few days. Yesterday we made a G-String out of streamers for David Nichols. He loved it! The crew is getting to be more and more familiar with us and we with them. It's like family! I wish Ron was still here!

Me and my old dance partner Gene taking a break outside from the confetti.

Michael, the A.D. is driving me nuts! I don't think I can listen to his voice for another hour. Everyone's a little irritable. We were in until after 11:00 last night after 16 hours and then back again this morning. Today will probably be the same. I can only imagine how silly we'll be by the end of the night. I've already ingested way too much confetti, convetti & spaghetti!

The next thing I'm going say is gonna sound really silly, but dammit, she looks at me! Liza looks at me ALL THE TIME and I don't think it's my imagination. Maybe it's because I look at her all the time. But I don't think so. I love to watch her, yes. She amazes and amuses me. She has a style of acting that is so uniquely her own, something I could never copy or would ever want to copy, but by just watching her I think I can learn so much. The scene they're doing right now is mostley ad-libbish and different every time and yet each time so fresh. I wish I could watch every little thing she does but I can't because every time she glances away from Bob (Robert DiNero.. yes first names now haha!) her eyes go directly to ME. It's embarrassing! I change positions and it STILL happens! Maybe I'm cuckoo! Or maybe she just thinks I'm really weird for some reason!

I worked Friday on the new set and we're back today but all the confetti is gone, Hallelujah! We just get to sit (or stand) and watch Liza perfrom the title song (and brilliantly I might add!) What an experience this has been and how much fun will it be to see her do this song in her nightclub act years from now!

Here's "New York, New York" from the Starlight Terrace scene. You'll definitely want to focus on Liza here of course!.. but you can still see me for a couple of seconds directly in the front (meaning the back) wearing the light beige dress with the coral waistband and my hair in a bun. I'm also somewhere down near the stage later on at the end of the number, but I've never been able to spot myself...

^^click on it anyway^^

July 15th 1976:

Last night we shot the V-J Day opening scene on New York Street at Warner Brothers. It was incredible! So exciting watching all the hundreds of people, flags waving, ticker tap falling, lights flashing and the camera boom soaring above it all. I worked from 6 in the evening until 6 in the morning after going out to dinner with my little group but have to admit I spent most of that time off camera napping on the little blanket we'd set up...

After 6 weeks of filming this is rather like falling off a ledge. I don't think I can wait until this movie comes out. I feel like such a part of it! It's going to be too much to have to sit quietly in a theatre and watch it, I'm going to be so overwhelmed by it all. How thankful I am to have had this opportunity! Not many people get the chance to be a part of something like this in their lifetime.

Heading off to New York with Lorna for the rest of the summer in less than a week! Anxious to see what adventures my travels will bring me this time around!

Things Were Finally Looking Up...

In the spring of '76 I finally got my first big break. (Or at least it felt like it at the time.) Long Beach Civic Light Opera was kind of a big thing in LA at the time and I was cast in a production of "Sweet Charity" along with my friend Jimmy Maxwell and sister Jeanne Alison (yes, not too many people know that she's always been a very talented dancer!)

I'm not really sure what I was doing at the time to be able to afford a full-time non-paying theatre job. Maybe working another jaunt at Polly's Pies.. or still doing America On Parade? I really should have kept better records. But Long Beach was about an hour drive from Hacienda Heights down the 605 freeway and we rehearsed every night for many weeks, which makes me kind of laugh now that I only feel comfortable taking side streets...

But back to the show.

It was a star-studded cast! Or at least the most star-studded I'd ever worked with. Toni Kaye, Brenda Thompson (Charity) and Lise Mills were the three female leads and I was so in awe of them! Toni had been one of the original Ernie Flatt dancers on the Carol Burnett Show and had also had a leading dance role in the movie "Funny Lady." I'm not sure what Brenda had done but she was dating Ken Berry (also from the Carol Burnett Show and Mayberry RFD) and so we saw him all the time. Lisa was one of the prima dancers at Disneyland and had done alot of other stuff too.

Toni, Brenda and Lise

Dom Salinero (what a mean ole geez!) was the choreographer, but he was really good! He made us work! And somehow during the audition must have impressed him enough to have been blessed with the lead dance role in "The Rich Man's Frug" which I'm not sure was a blessing or a curse.. But since this took place nearly 40 years ago I can now probably say it was a blessing, although it was a killer for sure! The six minute dance number, which stuck very closely to Fosse's original, consisted of three sections "The Aloof", "The HeavyWeight" and "The Big Finish." And by the end of that thing the only thing that wasn't drenched in sweat was my... well, ok, pretty much every inch of me was drenched in sweat! But grateful sweat...

Again, due to my unfortunate luck of having had a theatre career prior to the big video boom, I guess this rendition will have to do...

The Frug "Fosse" - 1986

(And if you're a serious Fosse fan like me... please take a moment (or six) to take in the incredible underworldly movie version! Just wow.

Anyway, I have to say that it was the closest I'd come to professional theatre at that point... and to this day I still hold it in pretty high regard.

Rehearsal shot

Photo Shoot for Program

In front of the marquee...

Dress Rehearsing "Big Spender"

I remember one night, a night or two nights before dress rehearsal... (because we'd been given the assignment of finding our own costumes for "The Rhythm of Life" number)... Jimmy came back to our house late after rehearsal, where we poured through all the "dress up clothes" my mom had hanging in a closet. So much fun!

In the end, I went as a hippy of sorts, Jimmy as a one-eyed Submissive (lol) and my little sister Alison outdid us both with her rendition of a pregnant Girl Scout...

It was a great show with so many great memories of all those quick changes!.. and attaching hair pieces securely enough that they wouldn't go flying out into the audiance when you twirled them around **see above Frug**

But I think the most fortuitous part of this experience (which actually happened sometime during the rehearsal process) was being given a heads up from Toni Kaye about an audition coming up for the movie "New York, New York" starring Liza Minelli and Robert DiNero. Yes, really.

But that's another story entirely...

Posing outside the theatre with attitude...

But First, D R N...

I'm not even really sure how to define this relationship (friendship?) that spanned those seven years from 1973 to 1980 and in some ways even beyond.

I remember talking to him on the phone one day, shortly after splitting from Brad and asking how he thought it was that WE were still able to remain such good friends, even after all that had transpired. And he answered me in a way that didn't really make sense, but it sort of does now. He said that it was because we had never totally crossed that fine line of no return. And I guess that's the truth. There'd never been any major committments or promises made and how could you ever fault someone for simply being a co-conspiritor to your fantasies? But still, at the time I think that his saying that must have hurt a little bit.

In 1977 I was living in his apartment in New York City with my friend Todd (D was again on the road)... when Todd told me that he thought it would make a really great story if I could publish all the letters that Doug and I had written back and forth to each other over the years... sort of in the vein of "Your Isadora."

You laugh..

And still, to this day, I think they would make for a really great story! But I have only so much blog space... so if you're interested in ever reading them, they're in this transparent file folder in the third drawer down in the antique file cabinet. And I don't think there's anything in there that I wouldn't want my children or grandchildren to read, which in a way sort of makes me feel really happy yet sort of sad at the same time. But still, amazing and poetic!... and if I were to slip any one of those postcards or letters out from that perfectly preserved shroud right now in order to read them, I'd probably most assuredly shed at least a tear or two.

Here's just a sample:

Front of card

Back of card

And ok, I lied. I just read a couple more of them and they are not all entirely G-rated. But this one is probably still ok...

Card

Insert

Always perfect...

Mercifully, I don't have the time to read the rest of them because there are literally thousands! So instead, I'll just enjoy this little pictorial journey and for a moment try to remember the way things actually were as opposed to the way I probably only imagined them being at the time...

Please exuse this little mini (moon)-trip...

Anyway, I think I can honestly say that he probably ranks at least #2 on the list of men I've been smitten with in my lifetime. :) Or maybe even #1, if only because of his love of letter writing... And also, he cried like a baby and mine and Brad's wedding, so I'll give him a couple of points for that as well.

Always Love... Forever... I Love You... Your Douglas...

Loved that. And if it's written down, well, it has to be true, right?

Ok, searching frantically now for that one letter he wrote that said something to the effect of "With enough trust, a relationship can last a lifetime." But like I said, there would be at least a thousand to sort through in order to find the exact one and I can't really remember if he wrote it towards the beginning or more towards the end.

But anyway, on THIS your 64th Birthday, A Very Happy Birthday to You D!

(Even though, I can't make sense of how that could even be possible.)

Still, this picture makes me smile bigger than you can even imagine...

Miss you.

And guess I'll just wait to hear plans for our next "rendevouz" via USPS then.

Because this Facebook thing just doesn't seem to be working out for us very well...

:)

Back Home (for a bit)...

Even after 7 months in NY it was as if I'd never left LA. My pink flowered canopied room looked exactly the same, my baby blue volkswagon station wagon still had gas in it, and my friends thought I was no worse for the wear, and in fact maybe even new and improved.

And so after a month or so of doing absolutely nothing but enjoying time with them I started back to school at CSUF, and it was seriously as if nothing had changed. LeeAnn was back as well of course and still talking about her big move to New York...

"No, No, Nanette"

For the Fall Mainstage production I was cast as a dancer in another one of Mimi Tate's choreographic masterpieces... For weeks we improvised, tossing beachballs back and forth to each other, learning how to look cutesy and getting our best Marcel Marceau's on. I think we must have rehearsed a tap dance number or two as well.

I'll never forget sitting at home one night just a week before our opening and getting a phone call from Dean Hess, the director of the show. He was frantic because one of the leads who was playing Sue Smith (the Ruby Keeler role) had dropped out with the excuse that she was just too overcome by nerves to do it. And would I take the role? Well, I sort of freaked out, being that it was a huge tap dancing role and other than doing the time-step in "Mame" a couple of years before and the few brief rehearsals I'd had with Mimi, I was really FAR from being a tap dancer. But he said he'd teach me and so somehow I said "Ok."

And somehow we pulled it off!

One of the most unbecoming costumes ever...

This was our Review.

I'll never forget sitting with Thom in his car in some parking lot in Fullerton, reading the review, and squeeeing!

Flowers for Sue...

"Mary Poppins"

That January I did a production "Mary Poppins," directed and choreographed by a couple of my Disney friends, who of course cast the rest of my Disney friends as well. I don't remember if it turned out to be any good at all, but we had a blast doing it. I think we did a couple of performances on the Downey Civic Light Opera stage and then a couple more at UCLA.

Chimney Sweep - "Step In Time"

A Pearly - "Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious"

Towns Person - "Let's Go Fly A Kite"

Such the make-up artist!...

I know all these entries seriously overlap and omit but I really don't know how to make them linear without redundance. So this one will probably contain mostly my theatrical efforts from those couple of years because in my memory that's just the easiest way for me to chronicle the past. Please refer to my LJP and TMB blogs for pretty much all the other stuff that was going on during this time...

Marshall Industries

Ok, I lied, because my full-time job had nothing at all to do with any theatrical efforts except that I had to ACT really hard to make people believe I had any interest in even being there. But it did provide me with play money that winter, spring and summer and I made $475 a month! I was the "Control Clerk" and I really don't remember exactly what that meant, but trust me it was pretty boring. I worked alongside one of my best friends from High School, Roberta, except that she was the company's computer programmer (at 20) and made a ton of alot more money than me. Yes, she was very smart! I don't remember receiving any benefits but I must have had vacation days because at one point I flew out to New York to visit Doug and we spent a crazy week on the town seeing shows like "Equus", "Chicago" and "A Chorus Line." Little did I know at the time that the latter two would eventually become such an important part of my life. Even though, looking back, I think I honestly knew that they would.

Back to Disney for a Day for The Easter Parade

I think I must have been really excited about doing this, given that I'd completely missed the last Electrical Parade and had been pining over it for a year. So it must have been great to be back home. Though I really don't remember much about this day at all!

With Michael

With Thom

A Fork

Somewhere during this time I had applied and was accepted to Brigham Young University, but for some reason I didn't go. I've always wondered how different my life would have been (not necessarily better or worse but just different) if I had gone.

"Promises, Promises"

I'd leave straight from work every evening and drive to Downey where I'd practice until really late at night, usally going out with the cast afterwards... then getting up to be to work by 7:00 am the next morning. I have no idea where all that energy came from. Obviously it wasn't a very successful strategy though, because at some point that summer they fired me. (The only job I've ever been fired from :) But no biggy, because that only allowed me to be able to stay out even later at night after rehearsals...

As Vivian della Hoya in "Turkey Lurkey"(the Donna McKechnie role)

Yet another make-up shot...

An August of Disappointments

I won't elaborate on this, just basically sticking it in as a time stamp. Because I was just about as depressed and whiney as anyone could ever be that month! Lorna was off in the Orient doing her USO tour and everybody else was just pretty much busy...

But then...

America On Parade

I think this must have been around the time that I delevoped my huge claustrophobia issue. Imagine being completely strapped into a costume that you couldn't get out of yourself, and of course you couldn't really talk to anyone once your harness and head were locked and in place. So if a panic attack were to ever occur the only thing you'd probably be able to do would be lie on the ground and kick your legs frantically until someone had the presence of mind to notice you were having a problem. (I'm only partially kidding here) But it was as hot as a sauna in there and I used the opportunity to sweat as much as I possibly could and setting my mental bar for kicking those legs higher and higher every day. I don't remember exactly how many months I actually did this parade, but I do know that I lost A LOT of weight.

And at this point I was dancing a ton. Not only at school and Disneyland but adding at least a class or two each day into the mix. Jackie and Bill Landrum or Joe Bennett at Dupree's downtown LA for jazz every morning, Kathryn Lowe's in Anaheim for ballet class every afternoon, and when my schedule allowed for an additional hour or two, Stephen Peck's in Fullerton. I was pretty much a dancing fool. And obsessed.

"Gypsy"

But CSUF found me again. This time in the fall musical "Gypsy."

Tessy Tura - "You Gotta Have A Gimmick" (aka the stripper with finesse)

I think the thing I remember the most about that show was losing my voice. I guess my vocal chords weren't quite use to belting out such a gutsy song. It must have been like the 2nd or 3rd night of the run that my voice just gave out, completely!... mid-performance. How embarrassing!

The very next day, our music director sent me to a special laryngologist in, waitforit... Beverly Hills. I remember he swabbed my throat with some steroid concoction and then I don't remember much else from that experience at all, except for seeing Gene Kelly sitting there while exiting through the waiting room.

I went on in the chorus that night with someone else replacing me in my role, but it's still pretty cool that the next day I received reports from the box office that several people had called to see if I'd be back playing the role or if the understudy was still on. I'm just hoping that was a positive...

A "likeness" rendered by my good friend Joe

Tryin'

It was right around this time that I first auditioned for the upcoming tour of "A Chorus Line." The audition was held at the Aquarius Theatre in L.A. and what an experience! The line for auditionees was, of course, wrapped around the block and we stood in line forever to get in. What I know now is that I didn't make it into the show (far from it!) But at least I lasted long enough to be one of the ones who got to witness Michael Bennett and Bob Avian perform the opening combination as we stood on the sidelines waiting to show our stuff. What a rush! But it would still be several years before I'd get to do that routine under anything but an audition situtation...

A Couple of Other Shows Hardly Worth Mentioning...

The only thing I really remember about this show was the "No Coffee!" number and also that Doug showed up out of the blue one night before the show and sent a card and flowers back stage. I was a wreck!

We performed it at the Good Time Theatre at Knott's Berry Farm, which for all intents and purposes meant that it probably should have been good.

It was a disaster!

Then, in April, I auditioned for "Sweet Charity" with the Long Beach Civic Light Opera and that's when things finally began to look up...

Taking a Bite Out of the Big Apple! (or maybe just a lick)... Part 3

Moving Day

It took Doug and I a whole two trips on the crosstown bus to move all my stuff. (I left the coffee table for the next renters...)

And there we were, with all my earthy belongings, sitting outside the door of my new apartment on York Ave and 72nd Street waiting (a long time) for my new roommates to arrive and let me in, leaving only long enough to go grab McDonalds and bring it back. It was a doorman guarded apartment, so the risk was only minimal. Plus, I'm pretty sure no-one living in that building would have had much interest in any of my belongings.

That was our apartment right up there in front with the curtains opened. (The one without the balcony)

(I'll never forget over the next few months, during his many absences, stepping in or out of my apartment door and pining about that afternoon, when we'd dined on that hallway floor.)

At any rate, Patty finally came home and I was finally able to settle in, which took me about 15 minutes max...

The apartment consisted of a living room/dining area, a kitchen, one bedroom and bathroom plus a small alcove off the kitchen area (with sliding accordion doors) probably meant to be an office but which I would find served Patty quite well for occassional afternoon trysts. So we all shared one bedroom, with three beds (except that mine was still a foam mattress on the floor). I think Patty used the coat closet off the entry way for her clothes, but Julie and I shared the other small one in the bedroom. Speaking of Julie... I don't even really remember seeing her very often. She mostly lived with her boyfriend somewhere in town and would come home only occassionally to exchange her clothes with other ones which were hanging in the closet she shared with me. Come to think of it, I don't really remember seeing Patty all that much either, though I saw her a lot more than I saw Julie.

Anyway, I remember the first morning waking up in that apartment and feeling SO disoriented and worried about being late for work, since I didn't really have an exact public transportation routine firmly worked out in my head yet. But I got up and started my morning with my usual bowl of Raisin Bran, when Patty came in and asked me what I was doing and I told her I was getting ready for work. She said "But it's only two o'clock in the morning!" I think she was just getting in...

Needless to say, I spent ALOT of alone time in that apartment. Which I suppose wasn't entirely a BAD thing, considering I was only paying $150 a month!

Spring

I can honestly say that I'd never experienced many higher highs than that of riding the bus across town to work on those beautiful spring mornings and saying to myself "This is mine! I live here! This is home!" One day in particular that I remember was a day in April, shortly before my mom's birthday because I was out buying a birthday present for her, and the day was so brilliantly gorgeous that I ended up walking all the way home, shopping bag in hand.

But it rained a lot too or was very overcast and depressing, especially on weekends it seemed, so there wasn't always that much to do. If there's only been internet back then! So sometimes I'd borrow Julie's bike and ride a block over to the east river to write in my journal.

Doesn't it look exactly like a scene from "The Godfather?"

And occassionally Doug would be in town and we'd catch lunch at some sidewalk cafe or stroll around the city, but more often than not he'd have other visitors in town as well.

Doug and Linda in Central Park :(

And Me...

Even though I do remember that being a lovely weekend. We all (including his roomate Timothy) watched the Oscars together on Sunday (the year Tatum O'Neal won best actress and Doug was livid!) But we also had some of the sweetest moments that day which will stick in my mind forever. Linda had sort of insisted on coming to visit and he just hadn't known how to turn her down. But it was me he really loved. You betcha.

I don't mean to make it sound as if I had absolutely no other social life at all, because as summer drew near I did have quite the routine of meeting up with Patty and her friends on Friday nights at one of the many available options of singles bars on the upper east side... and it was a lot of fun too! Even though more than once was I almost persuaded to do something crazy, I never gave in. But it was definitely an eye-opening awakening to the New York singles lifestyle.

Probably one of the most enjoyable weekends I had was traveling out to Long Island with Patty to visit her family. It was wonderful being in a real, live home again and her parents were incredibly hospitable. And we had a great time with some of her old friends too.

At a fun Italian restaurant. That's Patty on the right.

A chilly day at the beach! I think that must have been my only shirt!

But then as Memorial Day came and went I found myself even more alone in that apartment than usual, since my roommates had both gone in on a rental share on a house in the Hamptons.

Summer

We had a beautiful health club facility and swimming pool on the 40th floor, but of course in order to use it you had to be a member, which would have been like another $50 a month...

Here's a funny memory that I have of spending the day with this really nice (but sort of strange guy) who lived on one of the upper floors of my apartment building. A blind date of sorts. I don't remember much more about this day except for having to repeat over and over to him that I wasn't really that interested in having a sleepover.

And who EVEN wears a white leisure suit for an afternoon date anyway?

One of my more interesting stories was the time I came home from work on a Friday evening and proceeded to accidentally break my key in half in the lock to my apartment. So I waited and waited for one of my roommates to get home, but they never showed. Doug was out of town (of course) so I wasn't really sure what to do. I ended up wandering the streets of the upper east side, checking out all of the bars that I thought they might have stopped into but couldn't find them anywhere. It was probably at this point when I realized it was Friday night and they were out in the Hampton's for the entire weekend...

Here's a picture of me perched on the leather ottoman inside the lobby of my apartment building just past midnight.

Don't let the "half-smile" fool you.

But eventually a good samaritan came along and told me to come on upstairs to his apartment, where he'd try to help me figure something out.

Well, of course...

Many hours later, after fighting off a myriad of negotiations, advancements, and several mofioso late night visitors, he finally relented and called a locksmith aquaintance who was able to get me into my apartment. I suppose I should have been grateful that I hadn't been gang raped, or worse, but luckily all I did was sleep for the rest of the weekend.

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Mindy was my very best friend at work. Very different from any other friends I'd had in the past but somehow we'd hit it off from the very beginning. Born and bred in Queens, she was the first true-blue New Yoah-kah I'd ever met. We had the best time at work together and her being there made the whole thing bearable. When something was funny she'd always say "What a pisser!" Except she'd pronounced it "Pissah!" I loved her! She had a husband named Vinny. Yes, Vinny. And they'd always talk baby talk to each other, it was hilarious. I spent a lot of time with them out at their apartment in Queens, going to the Belmont Racetrack (she was a huge jockey fan!) or just hanging out with her family and friends, or going to the beach.

Except that now that I look at this pic a little closer, I think this was taken at Huntington Beach when she came out to visit me in LA later that summer.

Anyway, she was a real little Jewish sweetheart... and one of a kind! I wonder whatever happened to her.

Trying My Hand at Theatre

So for the whole half year I'd been in New York I had done absolutely nothing in regards to what should have been my main purpose for being there. I did take a couple of dance classes at the YWCA, including a belly dancing class, but found them for the most part uninspiring.

And then I saw an ad in the paper that "The New York Academy of Theatrical Arts" run by Phillip Nolan was accepting new students, so I filled out an application and wrote a check for my first month (which was really all it took to be IN.) I went to class two nights a week after work, and in all fairness had a pretty good experience getting the feel of what it was like taking acting classes in New York. I did a ton of scenes with fellow students, spent evenings improvising and learning "The Method" and all in all I think our teachers were pretty good. But then one night the Academy director, Phillip Nolan, called me into his office and told me that he thought I had exactly what it took to become a model, but first he wanted to chat... take my measurements, etc. I guess I figured it was all legit, even though it felt really odd and sort of uncomfortable. I never did get that modeling contract. Perhaps maybe because I ran out of his office too abruptly? Who knows?

In the meantime, a student director was casting for a showcase "And Miss Reardon Drinks A Little" and he cast me as Ceil. We rehearsed for weeks on that play and the cast would often end up going out after rehearsals to a restaurant or pub in the Village, or just hanging out in Washington Square. And I just loved those people! We had so much fun together! And again it just felt so cool to feel like a native, to feel like I belonged, living in New York and attempting to do the one thing I wanted to be doing.

But as it turned out, "The New York Academy of Theatrical Arts" was not quite as legitimate (or maybe just not as profitable) as it sounds like it should have been, and within a couple of weeks a closing notice due to back taxes was posted on the front door. But we still kept rehearsing out on the sidewalk, somehow thinking it all must be some sort of bogus mistake, but it wasn't. We never did end up doing the play.

Posing in a doorway outside of the NYAOTA...

I also spent a whole lot of on and off time with Doug that summer, though I was never quite sure which of those times were actually on or which were off. In reading my journal though, I do know that we spent a ton of time together and went to lots and lots of movies! Doug was a real movie goer...

I remember one Saturday packing an amazing picnic basket lunch for us filled with bread, fruit, wine and cheese for an afternoon at Coney Island.

Doug and David, after lunch...

And Me...

I'm not sure if this picture was taken on that very same day or not. All I know is that it was taken at some time during that summer, at Coney Island, and that he took it...

Going Home With My Tail Between My Legs... but not exactly.

From my journal: Last night I decided to go home. I don't know what kind of decision this is. Wrong? Right? All I know is that I want to be able to put my arms around someone and cry. Maybe I'm not as strong as I thought I was. I'm just not ready for this kind of life. I love New York and I know it will always be here, but I'm just not ready yet to forget everything I left behind. I miss my friends! I've done something that I never dreamed was possible for me and I am positive that I will come back to it. But I just want to go home and figure out if this is what I really want. Do you know what I mean?

And I guess someone would have to read my entire journal from that time to completely understand just how much it had all meant to me and how much it had all changed me... (or as to why I still seemed to be acting so crazy and naive about the whole Doug thing...)

But given that, I still sincerely hope that no one will ever try to track down and read the thing... because that would just be really embarassing and humiliating. Even if I was dead.

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But anyway, knowing that I only had a few weeks left, I was able to then just enjoy the crap out of New York! I moved from York Avenue back to Doug's apartment and in with Timothy (Doug was living out in LA for the rest of the summer...) and it was absolutely hotter than Haites in that 4th floor walk up!

Mom came through town on her Church History tour so we were able to spend a few days together. (This was tour when mom met David, though they didn't really know each other very well yet... and I still believe that one of the most vivid memories he had of me was how very fast and purposely I walked while leading them all from their hotel to see the Empire State Building. He even brought up that memory 37 years later during the very last conversation I'd ever have with him, just before he passed.)

Me meeting mom at her hotel

On the Circle Line

I was also able to travel to upstate NY on the bus with her group to the Hill Cumorah Pageant, all the while witnessing David's increasing infactuation with my mother...

I returned to New York with just about enough time to catch one more evening out on the town with friends.

The afternoon before the evening I flew out I took the train out to the beach first, because of course I had to be tan for the entourage of friends who were planning to pick me up at the airport in LA.

I wish I still had that much energy!

Anyway, at around 5:00 pm I hauled all my stuff down those 4 flights of stairs for the last time and hailed a cab to the airport.

I'd survived New York City for 194 days...