Week in Pics (which week??)

I'm all sorts of lost on my week of pics, but let's just go cover last week and some of my CA trip. 

Last week started with a flight back to New York on Monday.  Usually, I'm totally ready to come back to the city.  But this time, I wanted to linger a bit longer in LA.  Ok, a lot longer.

It was just so nice to see close friends and enjoy the slower pace. You know what?  That's what it is.  It takes a little while to actually wind down, and having only four full days allowed us to start relaxing at day 3 and go right back home.  I love you, LA!

Flying into LAX around midnight, we huffed it over to the local luxurious La Quinta.  It actually wasn't bad at all. (Just avoid the La Quinta in the Portland Airport like the plague!)  Before heading out to Santa Barbara in the morning, I got a request to send off an audition tape within a couple of hours. I didn't have a suit so I wore my husband's suit jacket. I pretty much looked like this:

I didn't get the part.

Week in Pics : July 28, 2013

Brooklyn Heights Visit

The buildings are so cute.

Audition for a cop role.  The guy in the lobby of the casting office building: "You're a police officer, right?" Yes! I had to dig through my closet for this one. What do you think?

Dealing with tiny bathrooms for outfit changes between auditions.  

Casting for "party girl".  The notes I got said to wear a cocktail dress or an evening gown.  Everyone else came in hoochie wear.  I looked like a bridesmaid compared to them.  Hoochie wear made a lot more sense.

Perspective

So I found out that I got released off a hold on one of the jobs.  It was the print one.  The casting director was kind enough to write me.  She said they had decided to go all Chinese.  I'm Korean.  Nothing I can do about that, right?

image via totalbeauty.com

My people mixed with white on left, My people full on right, middle: not my people

I can see how this could be a Godsend for people who find out they don't get booked and analyze every single possible reason why they didn't get booked.  That's not fun.

There are so many arbitrary reasons that could have come into play that you really must not get down about it.  For example, could you imagine if the casting director didn't tell me and I knocked myself for not booking it, attacking myself for not being good enough. And all along, I wouldn't have been able to change a thing. Right?