Wednesday, March 26, 2008

Obama Brown

Maybe I shouldn't be an actress because whenever I watch myself on tape, it makes me hate myself.

These British guys stopped me in Union Square on the way to have brunch with Katy. I of course thought that I gave them thoughtful, intelligent answers to their questions, but they managed to make me look like a douche bag anyway.

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

Hotlanta

Just when I had dug my apron out of storage, reminded myself of the difference between Bordelaise and Béarnaise, memorized the 13 varietals in Chateauneuf-du-Pape, and braced myself for another year of bullshitting my way through wine sales and memorizing specials in the name of tip-groveling servitude, the acting Gods smiled on me and threw me a little bone. Not that little I guess. Probably like an Osso Buco bone though that still had a little marrow inside of it.

Somehow, after showcasing my acting prowess by awkwardly improvising dialogue with a stuffed bear, I managed to book an AT&T commercial. That's really what happened in the audition. First they were like, "pretend you're walking around and that you are going to use your phone to broadcast your friend singing karaoke in his room, unbeknownst to him." I think I said something like, "Oh, wow, this AT&T videoshare thing is so great, I'm going to make Alden look ridiculous. I hope he sings Journey." (Sorry Alden, for some reason your name was the first that came to mind. You know I'm terrible with improv). They thought that was good so I got to graduate to the next ridiculous audition requirement which was to sit next to a stuffed bear and to react when the bear said weird, mean things to me.

B: hey, hey, will you go out with me?
L: um, no you're a stuffed bear.
B: yeah, but, are you hungry?
L: no I'm f-
B: do you want a sandwich?
L: no really I'm n-
B: do you want swiss cheese on it?
L: no cheese makes me fart
(the director and producers laugh)
B: can I come to work with you?
L: no, I'm a waitress, you'd get-
B: do you wait tables so you can get free food?
L: no I wait tables so I can get tips. I'm a whore.
(directors and producers laugh)

When I left I thought, "wow, there is no way I will never get that job." Especially considering the fact that every other person called back had a UCB resume 3 pages long. But here I am in Atlanta through the end of the week to film this series of viral videos for AT&T. It's not like I'm starring on Broadway or anything, but at least now I can pay my rent for the next couple of months which is always very exciting. And to think all it took was fart jokes and self-deprecation. Maybe improv isn't so scary after all

Friday, January 25, 2008

a couple of things

These video clips of a Fabulous Entourage interview kind of make me hate myself (do I really talk like that? Do I really have a hand gesture for every word I say?) but it seems like the kind of thing someone would post on their blog if they had a blog. And I do. So here you go. Here's me talking about my Midwestern guilt complex:
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You can watch like 20 more of these video clips (don't worry I don't talk in most of them) at www.uncensoredinterview.com. Kind of weird. But it does make you want to come over and hang out in my backyard right?

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Tell me What you Want to Hear

You guys, now that I'm moving back to New York (official return date is Sunday February 3rd!) there's no reason to really keep this blog anymore. That is unless ya'll want to hear stories about going on musical theater auditions and playing in a rock band and living in Brooklyn. That might be interesting to someone. I guess I could just try and write witty, pithy stories about funny things that happen to me and all the precious life lessons that I learn as I go through my days. Hmmm. That sounds exactly like the kind of blog I would never read. How about reviews of things? Restaurants? Music? Musicals? Celebrity gossip? Whitman alumni gossip? Musical theater audition gossip? Cute guys on the L-train sightings? Hmm, I just don't know. Maybe I'll start writing songs and post them in unfinished form on here and then people can write in and tell me what they think of them. That puts a lot of pressure on you guys though. Well, I won't make any major decisions yet, but I'm taking suggestions. Tell me what you want to hear and I'll give it to you.

Saturday, January 5, 2008

Homecoming

Wow. I am lazy. I wish I had a better excuse for not posting for an entire month, but the truth is that there were episodes of Heroes to be watched, trips to Whole Foods to be made and lame, rambling riffs on the guitar to be played ad nauseum. And those things just took precedence over blogging. Also Christmas happened. And before that my Grandma died, and before that Thanksgiving happened. And in between there were lots of people visiting. So, hopefully those excuses will suffice.

So after 6 months of ABBA, gambling, palm trees, high winds, a walk-in closet, a Ford Focus and a Mucinex addiction, the time has come to return home. Hooray! My last performance will be on Sunday January 27th after which I'll go home to Minnesota for a few days and then head back to sweet, sweet, delicious New York.

So we should totes party when I get back. And I extend that invitation to anyone who finds themselves reading this. Bring your plus-one and let's hang out because chances are I've missed you. And if I've forgotten you in the hustle and bustle of my fabulous Vegas life, then once you remind me who you are I'll totally realize that I have missed you all along. I will be accepting congratulatory drinks, dinners, lunches, shows and yoga classes through February. xoxoxoxoxoxo

Friday, November 9, 2007

Scheduling

Just so you guys know, available visiting hours are disappearing quickly. So if you're planning a trip to visit me out here in the desert, you should start thinking about it now. November is totally booked! That's right, every weekend this month, including Thanksgiving, I will have people in town (sometimes multiple people) so start looking at December and January. Here's the schedule:

11/9 - 11/11 - Mom and Dad Winters! Also Darrell's Grandma Sue! (that's right, I'll host other people's family members)
11/15 - 11/18 - Possibly some guy I've been facebooking with for the past 2 months who is going to the Billy Joel concert. He assumed he could crash at my place, but when I told him I didn't think that was prudent, I think he canceled his trip. Yikes!
11/17 - 11/19 - My dear voice coach and mentor Gwen Arment and her husband (don't know his name, but I bet he's cool)
11/19 - 11/21 - My second favorite band member and band member-significant-other Kyle Jarrow and Sarah Sloboda!
11/23 - 11/26 - Darrell and his bro-bear (his term, not mine) Christian.

Also December 2-5 someone named Polly from the Whitman College Alumni Relations Office is going to be here and January 3-5 some dear friends from high school (Dave Olson and Lars Nelson, could you get anymore Scandinavian?) will be in town. I haven't officially been offered to renew my contract, so I haven't officially declined to renew it, but at this point, it looks like I'll be coming home to New York at the end of January when my 6 months is up. So if you want to come and see me in the Mia, start checking those flights.

Libby

Sunday, November 4, 2007

What's in your bag?


Here's an article about me in the Las Vegas Review Journal's style section. It's about me and my purse. That counts as news here. My Purse. http://www.lvrj.com/image/10814201.html

The funny thing is, I just bought a new handbag yesterday (a black Lockheart tote kind of like the red one on this page http://www.lockheart.com/ but cooler) so this article (and picture) are already out of date. And for the record, I never read New Yorker magazine. That happened to be in there because I was eating dinner alone one night and needed something to read so that men wouldn't hit on me. I figured no one in Mandalay Bay would want to talk to me if I were reading about the Hilary campaign.

And, PS - there was a wine key in my purse not because I'm an alcoholic and always need to have a bottle opener at the ready so I can have a drink any time anywhere; rather, it was a vestige from my days as a waitress when you always had to have a bottle opener at the ready because it was your job.

PPS if anyone can tell me how to make the links in this post actually work that would be great. I have that little knowledge of html.