Me, Ms. Rabbit, and all that jazz...



Okay, so I know I said I was done with updates until Christmas but I'm too excited to let this go.

I have to take a moment to record the fact that last night, I (and let's quickly review; birthplace permanently inscribed on my passport: Moe, Victoria. First performance space: mound of dirt in parent's backyard). Yes that very same I, performed at a jazz bar in New York City's Greenwich Village!!! (www.sweetrhythmny.com)

The 'gig' was my cabaret class final. I wore a red dress. I wore red lipstick. I had a snifter of scotch to calm my nerves. Then I sang. First Sinatra's 'Lady is a Tramp' as a duet, and then (**drumroll**) in an unabashed homage to an animated sex goddess, I cooed 'Why don't you do right?' to a packed house. Twice.

Even better, I got paid! The door, split between 13 class members and 4 band members, made my share a whole $25. First official New York City performance pay check.

It was what they call, 'a defining moment'.

Unfortunately there are no official reviews, but I can report that at the end of my solo number in the second set, an unidentified male voice rang out through the darkness, "Marry Me!"...

Sweet of course, but as anyone who remembers the movie will tell you, this lady might look like a tramp, but in actual fact, 'she's not bad, she's just drawn that way....'

Okay. I'll stop now.