That's All, Folks!

Well, it was a wonderful four months aboard the big purple bus, but alas, I'm back in the best city in the world: New York. I will say, Chicago, Nashville, New Orleans, Austin, you all gave NYC a little competition, but in the end, I'm a true New York girl (who grew up in New Jersey but don't tell anyone that).

I was pleased that before my departure, I did an interview that was printed about my experience in the show. The reporter actually quoted me word for word in a Q&A type format, and I think you can get a pretty good sense of the show and my performance from reading it. I've posted the link below so you can see for yourself.

http://www.daily-chronicle.com/2011/02/10/barney-to-celebrate-birthday-bash-at-the-convo/aqnvbb2/

I hope you've enjoyed following my adventures, and I will keep you posted on where the next one shall carry me!

Best wishes,

Jennifer

NASHVILLE: MUSIC CITY

One of my best friends from New York City lives in Nashville now, and I hadn't seen her in years. I was super excited to see Camber, but also to see this city of music, home to Taylor Swift, Carrie Underwood and the Grand Ole Opry. So by the time the city skyline came into view, I was beyond psyched. We began the evening with a trip to sushi and then a gay bar, Tribe, close to our hotel on Music Row. We passed a sculpture of people dancing in a circle that we vowed to return to for a photo op, but we found way more to do that kept us busy. My friend Camber retrieved me and took me to a local spot called Melrose, known for their burgers and beers. I tried neither but can vouch for the chocolate chip cookies which were warm, gooey and delicious. We embarrassed ourselves a little at pool and then left to do something we were better at - dancing! It was Latin Night at a club called Mai, and we did our best to keep up with the sizzling moves of the actual Latin couples. I had a great run the next morning, and saw some of the city's most well-known buildings. Union Station, the AT&T Building (better known as the Batman building), the Tennessee State Capitol building, Fort Nashborough, which is a still-standing wooden fort, and the Nashville Municipal Auditorium where we were performing. Later on our walk to the theater, we set out to get some coffee but wound up dashing into the Nashville Clothing Company for an impromptu shopping spree. Such an amazing place. We only had a few minutes to spend, but we knew we'd be back the next day during our time off. The arena was really cool with oversized ticket stubs from previous acts adorning the walls and silver beads dangling down from the ceiling of the warmup room. Our audiences were great, and my friend Camber brought a friend and her two young daughters to the evening show. The girls were decked out in sequins and pink, and they were dancing in the aisles and smiling the whole time. Afterwards, they ran up to me with flowers and fawned over me like I was Elvis. It was incredibly sweet and reminded me how much I love what I do. After the shows, we dolled up and hit the town. Joel, Camber, her sister Blossom, their friend Rob and I all devoured some tasty Mexican food and then headed downtown. We hit the honkytonk bars hard - that's what we came for. When there was no room on the floor to dance, we danced on the tables. We tried the fireball shots which are apparently as indigenous to Nashville as honkytonk. The music was fantastic, and the dancing was a blast. At the end of the night, we ran into one restaurant past the bouncer because we heard "Take Me Home Country Roads" playing and had to dance. When the song was over, we went home. Our day off was the best. We loaded up on free breakfast at the hotel and then returned to the Nashville Clothing Company. It was just me and Joel, and an immaculately dressed gentleman who worked there. He spent about an hour helping each of us put together an awesome outfit for the day (both happened to be lime green). We also went into a store that just opened called Bullets and Mullets. I got the most amazing sequined owl headband, and Hooty and I have been inseparable ever since. We met up with some friends for brunch to celebrate Joe's birthday. We went to a place called Marche in East Nashville, which is an area similar to Williamsburg, Brooklyn, and they served a delicious brunch. It was the first true brunch I've had on tour, and it was incredible. I had couscous with a million flavorful vegetables, and a few bites from several desserts, one more mouthwatering then the next.

We did a bit more shopping in a really cool part of Nashville called Hillsboro Village at a place called Posh. I found a green and gold silk jumper on sale that was perfect for our fancy outing that evening. Our destination was called the Patterson House. Every local we'd encountered raved about it, but warned us we had to get dressed up, and there was no standing permitted. Patterson House is an old house, hidden from view, and sure enough, there was a hostess at the door in front of a curtain shielding the bar from us. The menu is like nothing you've ever seen; each cocktail is a complex and unique combination of fresh ingredients, and the mixologists look and act more like pharmacists than bartenders. They are meticulous and serious about their creations. I had a beverage that tasted exactly like pumpkin pie, made from moonshine, egg whites and orange bitters, with nutmeg sprinkled delicately on top. I had a sip of a beverage made with bacon-infused whiskey - it tasted like a fire in the woods at night. After enjoying what was likely the single best cocktail any of us have ever had, we left. We went to a place called Whiskey Kitchen, where my friend Camber received a movie star's greeting, and I, too, was treated like royalty. We were prepared drinks adorned with fresh blueberries and orange, and then a cup of maraschino cherries soaked in moonshine. This is where I spent my last hour in Nashville with one of my best friends, and it was the perfect end to a wonderful few days.

Valentine's Day in the Big Easy

The Big Easy is New Orleans and Valentine's Day is actually expanded to three days this year, and it took place February 8-11. And it was the best Valentine's Day(s) ever.

My boyfriend picked me up from our last show in Lafayette, Louisiana and chauffeured me to New Orleans, or the last city in this country that I desperately wanted to see. Between learning about Mardi Gras in French class, and hearing about New Orleans from a good friend who's lived there, even planning a road trip with my sister but then being told it was too dangerous, I was beyond excited to finally see the city.

Two hours later in the car, we hit the dark and narrow cobblestone streets and neon lit bars. We put our Valentine's Day presents to each other in the hotel room and set out to grab some dinner and drinks. New Orleans is the first city to carry a beer that I enjoy. In every bar. Akita Strawberry Lager - it's seriously the toast (or I guess lager) of the town and it's quite refreshing.

Our first morning in the city, we woke up and visited the legendary Cafe du Monde. We sampled their chicory coffee and powdered beignets that melted in our mouths they were so moist. Afterwards, we walked across the street to the riverfront and then into St. Peter's Cathedral. It's a lot more impressive inside then out. After seeing the cathedrals of Paris, the exterior looks very blank, but the interior is a lot airier and brighter which is nice.

We did a spot of shopping. We came across a few cool thrift stores that had all sorts of costumes and swords and crazy hats. I finally decided on a Saints Jersey from a souvenir shop but bargained the guy down from $40 to $20. When I told him I was from New York, he called me out and said, "I know you. You New York Jew!" (only it sounded like New York juice, which was even more hysterical). I congratulated him on his perception and he told me he was losing money on the deal. I smiled and left with my winnings.

The afternoon consisted of frozen drinks, amazing dark chocolates from New Orleans' oldest candy store and a trip to Blacksmith's, New Orleans' oldest bar (all gas lamps and antique decor, very cool).

The next day, we took a ride on the St. Charles streetcar to the Garden District, which is a neighborhood lined with beautiful homes decked out in Mardi Gras beads for the upcoming festivities. The architecture is a perfect blend of Southern and French, and having spent a significant amount of time in both places, that was a neat hybrid to observe. We visited the Voodoo Museum, learned about Marie Levau, the Queen of Voodoo in New Orleans, and then went to Molly's, a bar where one of my best friends, Camber, used to work. It was completely surreal, because the bar looks like something out of the East Village, where she and I once shared an apartment. I met one of Camber's old friends and held the bar cat, Mr. Moo. Chris and I were recommended to an amazing local restaurant called Elizabeth's where we stuffed ourselves with delicious Southern food and dessert. A couple hours later when we could finally move again, we met up with some friends on Frenchmen Street at a jazz bar.

Our three shows in New Orleans were a hit, and I was so pumped from the amazing Valentine's Day weekend, I didn't need any caffeine to get me through. The audiences were great, and it was an incredible feeling to be performing in this town. My sweet boyfriend picked me up between shows to take me to lunch in the French Market and get me the red hot chili pepper earrings I'd spotted a few days earlier. I also picked up a matching Saints jersey for my little French pup, Jacques Chirac.

Our lunch was amazing - the deep fried sweet corn being my favorite, and we learned that it was born out of circumstance and resource. A few years back, our waiter told us, he'd bought $1000 worth of corn for a festival, only to be told there were no roasters. His wife, upon hearing this, took a couple ears into their kitchen and voila! Deep fried sweet corn has been a hit ever since. That last night, we went for our old staple - Mexican food. The place is called Felipe's, and it was quick, cheap and fantastic. So many fresh vegetables, and such great flavor. After the carb and sugar fest of the past couple days, some vegetables were definitely in order.

We said goodbye and a final Happy Valentine's Day at 4am the next morning. It was an amazing few days of walking together, eating together, dancing together, waking up together (or more accurately, me waking up Chris with reports of "Blue skies, no rain!"). It was the perfect Valentine's Day.

Sunset on the Beach and Veggies in My Belly

Pensacola is known for Florida's finest beaches. I saw this self-proclaimed title on the city water tower as we drove in. Our hotel was not near the beach, so I decided to run there. It was a beautiful four mile run with a magnificent payoff. The beach on the bay was actually not open to the public. I spotted a few teenagers with skateboards sneak in through an open gate, cross the railroad tracks and walk along the rocks. So I did the same. The water sparkled as the sun peeked in and out of the clouds. Lacking a camera, I took some mental pictures and jogged home, soaking up the sun which was forthcoming on my return route.

That evening, my friend Joel and I took a stroll to the mall (which was closed for the annual and very fancy occasion, known as Mall Ball), but I did find a super hot pair of shoes on sale at Dillards. They have yet to be seen by my boyfriend, (he visits in New Orleans tomorrow!!!), but once he does, pictures will be posted.

Our day of shows was fantastic. The theater was small but very ornate and well-maintained. We were later informed it was built in the 1920's and has gone through several restorations to upkeep the style and decor. Our audiences were great, despite it being Superbowl Sunday and we found an artsy coffee place between shows.

After our second show, we walked down to the waterfront in search of a restaurant to grab some dinner. Nothing was open, but we did catch the sunset on the water which was an incredibly radiant clash of orange and blue that you can observe for yourself.

We took some pictures and then walked back towards the center of town. We found a delightful restaurant called The Fish House, which was in an imposing building designed to look like a yacht. All the vegetables and fruit came handpicked from a nearby market and were delicious. We devoured an appetizer of fried green tomatoes and then I had a Strawberry Salad that was the most flavorful salad I've ever eaten. Everyone was friendly and charming, happy to see us enjoying their beautiful beach town.

Having never been to the West Coast of Florida before, I can say with certainty it is just as beautiful and exciting as the Southern part.

Why I Couldn't See My Shadow

Panama City is a long way from Lake Charles, Louisiana. Like twelve hours, we're talking. So by the time it got dark on the bus, and we were still an hour away, everyone was feeling a bit restless. And thus, a plan was born. To explore the gay bars of Panama City and get our dance on. And so it was.

We dropped off our stuff at the hotel, and dolled up for a night on the town. We were headed to a place called Splash, which incidentally, is the name of a very big gay club in New York, the first gay club I went to when I was a freshman in college. So naturally, I was expecting something similar. Well, our wee crowd of nine was the entire club that night. To be fair, there was one older man sitting at the bar when we walked in, but he left shortly thereafter. Pitchers of jungle juice were ordered and requests to the dj were made. We had our run of the place, and it was a blast. When "Whip My Hair" by Willow Smith came on, I teased my hair into a high pony and went crazy. The song is three minutes and thirteen seconds, and I daresay I whipped my hair back and forth and around in circles for the entire thing. After a few hours of this, some of us decided to call it a night. But others, myself included, decided to go back out for more. To another club, of course, one with other people besides us. The next club was actually quite packed, and we even caught the tail end (no pun intended!) of a drag show. There was then an empty stage, and sure enough the Barney boys (and girl) found themselves on it. Alas, this was not our only contribution to the club. Should you check the list of top winners on the PhotoHunt Machine, you'll see what I mean. When we'd drank and danced enough, we decided to head home. Our home, however, was right next to a Waffle House. So we couldn't help but stop in for some late night waffles that just so happen to taste like banana bread. Must I mention this was my third trip to Waffle House that day? No? Good, I didn't think you'd be interested.

We had the next day off, and I was looking forward to doing some shopping at the mall near our hotel. It is at this point I am obliged to mention my neck was really, really sore from the previous night's hair whipping. Turning my head to the right was out of the question and tilting my head down an absolute no. Hence, my hair could not be flipped over for its customary towel drying. I resorted to button down clothing to avoid putting anything over my immobile head. I did get up and go to the mall like a champ - only tried on a couple things and with great pain - and then sat on the far right side of the movie theater to avoid any head turning. I watched "The Next Three Days" for a dollar, which is an incredible luxury coming from New York City, home of $13 movies. I spent the evening in the hot tub trying to soak away the pain, which although ineffective was rather enjoyable. Shows with a stiff neck the next day? Not so fun. The painkillers helped, and my neck is now almost entirely better. After a few days off, it was with great pleasure that I put my running shoes back on for an 8-mile run to Pensacola Beach!

The Great Texodus

After Baton Rouge, we headed straight back to Texas, did not pass Go, did not collect $200. At best, we collected a few more Texas postcards and truck stop photos. Our first stop back in the Lonestar State was Beaumont, not far from Houston and rather sunny and warm. We had a couple days off, which we took advantage of - we visited Gator Country, home of the reality show Gator 911, I ran to the Beaumont Botanical Gardens, which is dedicated to Babe Didrikson Zaharias, the greatest female athlete who ever lived, and we had a group outing to the local bowling alley where our company manager treated us to bowling and pizza. My teammates and I competed for the lowest score, and the outcomes were close. I came in a consistent third out of fifth place, scoring way under 100. Mission accomplished. But after a few days of relaxation and fun, we went back to work. We had a quick cleaning rehearsal on Thursday and closed out the week with a grueling three show day on Friday. Only it was a two show day for me, because my understudy went on for the last of the three shows! I was able to watch the show, and it was actually really fun. I sat in the audience and watched as the kids bolted to the aisles to dance and smiled each time they shouted out their love for Barney. It was nice to see up close just how well our show is received.

From Beaumont, we had a long drive to Hidalgo, Texas, otherwise known as Not-Mexico for its five-mile proximity to the border. We got in late, but were able to enjoy the 85 degree weather the following morning before our two shows. We also soaked up a little sun between shows while shooing away the tropical insect population. The audiences were mostly Hispanic families, and they went wild for Barney. We also journeyed out after the show, courtesy of Senor Shuttle to find the delicious Taco Palenque with its custom-made vegetable fajitas and delightful strawberry margaritas. We woke up the next morning at 5, fueled up on some dollar burritos made fresh at the gas station, and then, finally, took our leave from Texas.

Who knows how many hours later (ten? twelve?), we find ourselves in Sulphur, Louisiana (named for its fragrance!). As a parting gift to our performance director, we made homemade salsa in the hotel. A Leatherman for a knife, a couple ice buckets for bowls, a razor blade to mince the garlic, and a soap dish for a cutting board. We improvised until we were close, but something was missing. A late night trip to Sonic for some limes did the trick. Get excited, Rebecca, homemade hotel salsa is coming your way!

Austin and the Red Stick

Austin made the top three. Which in case you haven't been tallying up for yourself, now reads:

#1. Chicago
#2. Austin
#3. Minneapolis

It's a close call between Austin and Minneapolis, but I think Austin may take the cake. We were only there two days, but we stayed downtown so we could take it all in. Our hotel was a short walk uphill to the Capital building, which is beautiful. We got in early in the afternoon, and were able to take advantage of the sunny day and sixty degree weather. After skimming a few plaques on statues, we decided to head down Congress Ave to the legendary Sixth Street that everyone kept mentioning. It made me think of a more spacious, less Asian-influenced St. Marks Place. Lots of bars, tattoo shops, a couple bodegas and more than a few sketchy characters hanging around. But definitely very cool looking. We were clearly there far too early, so we made our way back to Congress and got some Mediterranean food. Austin was trying to pull an "Abilene" by not keeping a lot of its restaurants open in the afternoon, but we nabbed a Greek woman and demanded hummus and grape leaves. She sat us down, cooked the food and then served it to us without any one else's assistance. It wasn't stellar, but it was good enough and a very pleasant atmosphere.

From there, we accosted a couple of well-dressed college girls and asked where the boutiques were. They directed us to South College Ave which is over a bridge where you can spot bats between March and November. Tragically, we only saw birds but being actors, we were able to take some photographs in which we acted like we saw bats (see above). The shops we found were indeed very cute, but a bit pricey. I did find something I believe my boyfriend will quite enjoy, and this is a little trick to determine if he is reading. We were given a recommendation to one thrift store that turned out to be a little more Carol Channing than Jennifer Margulis, so with that we called it a day. We found a great burger place called hopdoddy that made a mean veggie patty and had a pretty crazy but efficient setup. We tried to blend in and not out ourselves as tourists, and I imagine it was successful. After filling up on burgers, we walked back over the Congress Ave bridge to Ballet Austin, where a few of us took a Jazz Funk class. Apparently, we were pretty funky, because one of the regulars asked if we were professionals. Oh yeah! To cap off Day 1 in Austin, we hit Pete's Dueling Piano bar, where we were about half the age of anyone else in there and the only people who knew the words to Sublime's "What I Got." There were other stops afterwards that included but were not limited to very cheap shots, discovering sweet tea vodka, dancing to live country music and befriending one of Austin's elusive cab drivers.

Day 2 we actually had to work. But that did not put a halt to the exploration. I ran over Congress Ave bridge in the morning and discovered a small pedestrian bridge a quarter mile out on the dirt trail by the river. It was really pleasant, though quite a bit colder and windier than the day before. We had two packed shows in the Frank Erwin Center, and managed to squeeze in some delicious Indian food in between. After the second show and some freshening up and bundling up, we walked about forty-five minutes across the campus of the University of Texas. The campus is huge and stately, and the main strip is pretty funky. Finally, we arrived at the Spider House, which had been raved about by several parties. And with good cause. It's an old house converted into a restaurant/coffeehouse/bar/chill spot for college kids. We had spiked hot beverages and delicious hot food. They make a veggie philly cheesesteak which is one of my favorite dishes in the entire world. We stayed for a while before fighting a long battle to track down a cab. Once we did, we directed him to Fourth Street to meet up with some friends and hit the gay bars. The first one was very nice until I was told I had to pee outside because I'm a girl! After that, I just went in the men's room - it's not like they were checking me out. We hit a few more clubs on the strip and I tried my hand at being a wing-man. It was a pretty awesome night.

We were sad to leave Austin the next morning, especially because it meant an eight-hour bus ride to Baton Rouge. Which is actually turning out to be quite lovely. Our venue is downtown on the river, so we took a stroll to the water between shows. They have a giant statue of a red stick that is meant to symbolize the town's namesake. We read that the French explorers spotted a bloody stick that was used to indicate hunting quarters and thus the town was named Baton Rouge. The waterfront is very pretty, and the venue was fantastic.

Two good cities in a row -- that's a pretty good week.

A Tale of Two Cities

The first, San Antonio, for my lovely friend Joel's birthday (or rather, the beginning of his birth-week), and the second, Abilene, the town of no food.

Our performances in San Antonio were awesome. We were performing in a domed rodeo with dressing rooms the temperature of winter in Alaska, but the kids and parents loved it. And that warmed us up enough to do two great shows. After the second, we took a cab downtown to the Mexican restaurant, Mi Tierra. It was a blast of color the second we walked in, with pinatas hanging from the ceilings and full-bodied senoritas strutting around in red, white and green off-the-shoulder blouses and floor-length skirts. A mariachi band floated around the premises serenading tables in exchange for a few dollars. A bakery the length of the restaurant was the first thing you smelled when you walked in, and the aroma made you want to stay forever. The margaritas the size of my head were no small perk, either. As soon as we sat down and started sipping our margaritas, we relaxed and started to enjoy the evening. The food came quickly and was delicious. The decision to have fried ice cream shortly after was a simple one. The dessert was massive and phenomenal, with tiny flakes of coconut adorning the ice cream which was cased in a shell of fried heaven. And on a furtive trip to the ladies room, my friend Megan and I summoned the mariachi men to come and sing "Feliz Cumpleanos" to our birthday boy, which they did, and then gave him a purple and green balloon (how they knew those were Barney's colors, we're not sure), which he proceeded to carry around the San Antonio Riverwalk.

The San Antonio Riverwalk had just been drained for cleaning and the water was replaced the morning of the day we went. We had feared we would be seeing a River-less Walk, but in fact, time was on our side. The Riverwalk was charming, with its winding roads and twisting staircases. There was very little light, which made it a good choice for a romantic stroll, or a few tipsy performers in search of more fun. The fun we found was a sports bar, which seemed to be one of the few places open. Apparently, Tuesday night's not such a big night in S.A. But we had a great time and threw back a couple birthday shots of Patron with salt and lime.

Now, Abilene was not so willing to provide us with tasty food, dessert or even margaritas. Abilene did endear itself to me on run my run, however. Our hotel was downtown, so I was able to run on sidewalks (hooray!) and get a sense of the city. I ran under the train tracks and discovered a park with all different larger than life sculptures. A bronze pig standing on stick-legs with wheels at the bottom, a violet-colored tulip beaming up at sun (which finally decided to emerge) and my personal favorite, a giant wooden buffalo. The buffalo had stairs in the back for visitors to climb up and photograph themselves on top of the buffalo, riding it, which of course I promptly did. Sadly, I was by myself so the pictures came out a bit skewed. I also discovered a fantastic boutique called Ya Ya Gurlz with a mezuzah on the door but plenty of crosses inside the shop. When I inquired about the mezuzah, I was told it came with the building! But I did find myself an adorable pair of earrings amidst all the cowgirl and Jesus wear.

Having discovered this boutique, I assumed there were a host of higher class people in this town and therefore a few good restaurants must exist. I was wrong. It was just the one. And even that one closed at 2pm and didn't open til 6pm. Don't bother trying to eat in this town in the afternoon. There's a coffee shop that's open, but packaged pastries are all they've got in terms of sustenance (but the chai latte and the pressed tea are delightful! It's called Monk). I survived on string cheese and a protein bar, and then headed out to the Cypress St. Station restaurant once it deigned to re-open its doors. It was the classiest joint in town. With a wooden wine rack and polite waiters, this restaurant knew it was our only hope. And it was wonderful. I had a spinach and artichoke penne, and promptly came back the next day for the spinach and artichoke salad (also good). After dinner, we strolled back satiated and stopped in at a gallery opening for a little culture and free wine and dessert. We spoke with one of the artists who was very excited to meet the cast of Barney and introduced us to his nine year old son, who was less than excited to meet us. But it was very charming and everyone was extremely welcoming.

Our shows were great, and we spent a couple hours in the tea room at Monk coffee house waiting for our crew to load out before we hit the road. And now here we are in glorious San Angelo (sarcasm), for two days off! Hooray!

Dallas is For Lovers

My boyfriend came to visit me in Dallas! It was wonderful. Between our four shows, blocking rehearsal and put-in rehearsal for all our understudies, we had a lovely time together.

The weather started out beautiful. We were able to roll down the windows of our rental car on the way for a private Mexican lunch just the two of us at the highly recommended Taco Diner. We shared yummy open tacos and a mound of chips and salsa.

The venue we were performing in was the Verizon Center, which turned out to be a huge venue for concert performers. There were painted murals all over the backstage and the front of house from all the acts that have played there. Some of my personal favorites were Carrie Underwood, Alanis Morissette, Heather Headley and Good Charlotte to name a few. I was hoping for Taylor Swift, but I didn't spot her...

Chris and I went to a Korean place called Namoo for dinner in Dallas' K-town. It was pretty hidden, and we were the only white people in the place. Chris helped me say "please" in Korean and told our waitress about his travels in Korea. She chatted with us while she grilled his meat and I devoured by bibimbop.

The two shows and a rehearsal the next day were pretty tiring - but the houses were great! - and Chris came to the second afternoon performance. The kids went wild at every show and formed a little kiddy mosh pit down in front of the stage. Some parent or kid, even tried to bring Barney a cardboard poster declaring their love for the purple dinosaur. Afterwards, Chris and I and a couple of my friends went to The Blue Grill, a Japanese place near our hotel that looked super hip. It was fantastic, with the exception of the avocado tempura which we all agreed tasted like a dirty diaper, but the waitress was nice enough to bring us a plate of sweet potato tempura instead. We had mochi ice cream which was tasty, and some of us had a good amount of lychee sake. It was a lovely night out.

The next day was comparatively easy. We had a slightly later start and only two shows. Chris came by after the first show with a Boston Market feast for us to share and I daresay I ate the better part of it. Bouncing up and down for the next show was a bit rough, but then it was all done, and we had one last night to enjoy in Dallas. I downed a Red Bull and psyched up. It took us awhile but we finally made it to Dallas proper (such an elusive city!) and ate at the Mexican restaurant I was at two years ago when we were in Dallas on the Oliver tour. It's called RJ's, it's right in the middle of downtown and it's fantastic. I was still a bit stuffed from Boston Market, so we shared some quesadillas and I got a salad. I also had a delicious margarita and a tequila-spiked coffee with whipped cream. We all but closed down the restaurant and headed back to the hotel.

We said goodbye the next morning in the cold and the weakest snowstorm I've ever seen. We'll see each other next month in Ohio, where he will be performing "Seven Brides for Seven Brothers" at the La Comedia Dinner Theater near Dayton. Until then, ciao, mi amor!

A Trail of Tears and a House of Not-So-Ill Repute

Fort Smith, Arkansas was an interesting city indeed. Less than a couple miles from Oklahoma, it was once the home to thousands of Native Americans as well as an acclaimed house of prostitution. There is an overlook by the river separating Arkansas and Oklahoma, where a sign tells visitors that all the land you can see was once Indian-owned land. The forced emigration of five Native American tribes is what we know today as the Trail of Tears. Not far from this piece of history is a famous former bordello, known for its high-end ladies of the night, as well as their more cultured entertainment of visitors. A couple of the girls bought shirts from Miss Laura's Social Club boasting, "Our brothel still takes care of its visitors!" But, no. They don't.

We also struck gold with thrift stores, a used book store and a great Mexican place, which is my more contemporary idea of a good town. The Mexican place, La Huerta, was incredibly cheap, and each of the three times I went (in as many days), the food was brought out by this tall, dark guy we nicknamed Fabio, who presented each dish with a deep, accented voice that made it sound even more delicious. We called him the "food presenter" and kept going back for more. Last night, we even closed the place down in our sadness to say "adios" to Fabio and his delicious food.

I have also begun a little side job these past few days, and no, it is not as an extra at Miss Laura's. We have a Bulgarian family traveling with us, and they work for our merchandising company. Well, on January 1st, I began tutoring their son, Junior, in English, Math and Reading. He is a quick study and really enjoys learning English. It's been fun for me to work with him and also gives me less time to sit around watching tv. It was a bit tricky, though, remembering how to divide fractions. I can't say that's had much practical use in my life lately...

We drove in to Texas today and are here for the rest of the month. Not here, in Wichita Falls, but here in Texas. This weekend we hit Dallas, where mi amor is coming to visit me! The tallest, handsomest, finest Mexican chef I know and love. Yo estoy muy cansada!

New Year's Eve in Wisconsin

Wisconsin Dells wasn't too bad. Almost as soon as we arrived the snow began to melt. Our two shows went well in the tiny theater and then we had the day off to ring in the new year.

I went for a morning run to Denny's Diner, not to be confused with the chain restaurant known as Denny's - there is no affiliation. Denny's Diner is a 50's themed, jukebox-pumping, color-blasting, hopping place to eat. With delicious raspberry pancakes, I might add.

We also had a lengthy trip to the outlet mall, where we stocked up on bargain items for our upcoming foray to Texas. I got a button-down rose-patterned shirt that I look forward to wearing with my cowboy boots and a rose in my hair. Watch out, cowboys!

For our evening celebration, we went to Ginza of Tokyo Steakhouse and Restaurant. We were seated at a hibachi table, and our chef impressed us with his flaming tower of onions, knife-juggling capabilities and accuracy with tossing shrimp into some of our mouths (I got mushrooms). The food was delicious, and the sake was quite tasty. We stayed til half past ten and just about closed the place down. Back at the hotel, we celebrated the New Year twice - once on East Coast (NEW YORK!!!) time and once on Midwest time. The latter was filled with champagne toasts, confetti poppers, sounding kazoos and boys lauding kisses. What can I say, "boys will be boys..."