The Monsters of New York
Come on! I can't not go there if I'm on the East Coast, right?
The city looked ominous to me on the drive from the airport.
Those skyscrapers looked like monstrous shadows of all the reasons why everyone who is anyone, is hard pressed to leave the city in the first place.
My voice teacher, MaryJo Duprey, a native of New York, who is currently a professor of voice at UCLA, put it perfeclty when she said,
"New York is like a hot young lover who knocks you around and messes with your head, who you just can't get enough of; while Los Angeles is like a husband, warm, cozy, easy to live with, but maybe sometimes just a little bit boring in comparison to the lover."
If anything this time around, I was determined to see a Broadway show, while visiting my old 'lover'.
Dinner at El Quixote with an old friend from NYU and dinner again at Keens in mid-town with the same old friend. Oh, we had some catching up to do!
Late nights talking, singing, walking, and reminiscing. Caught a film audition while I was out in New York! Nice timing!
Then headed upstate to visit another friend from New York Sports Club to see her new life and new family. It's so different, the lifestyles of my non-actor friends. Stable, secure and full of responsibilities that I don't have yet. Though, I'm sure the rhythm of juggling them would be different either way.
Then I sprinted crosstown for coffee with another actress friend near Penn Station, before hopping on the train down to Maryland, for my cousin's wedding in Virginia and much needed family time.
At this point in my trip, I begin feeling homesick for Los Angeles. Again.
But the truth is, every once in a while I need a jolt of the New York fervor to charge my artistic batteries.
It's more than traveling and taking time off.
It's about facing the monsters that forced you to be brave in the first place; the monsters within and the ones that will always tower above you.
Next stop...things you see at a Chinese Wedding Banquet. And I'm not talking about the Ang Lee film.
(photos courtesy of Mark Temme, Keens steakhouse and yours truly)
Yours truly -- Ann Hu