Here’s a photo of me (far right) waiting in line to be coiffed in the 9 to 5 wig room

As you can see, I got here a hair early.

Little tush, meet catwalk

I just found some long-buried comp cards from my early ‘90s Quest To Be A Supermodel(R). 

According to the stats under my Flipped Up Jeans Jacket Collar Equals Total Membership In A Biker Gang(R) headshot, I had a 32” waist. 

According to my three editorial shots, I had still-hopefully-trendy Jake From Sixteen Candles(R) sideburns. 

And a tie with a PERFECT DIMPLE, thank you very much. 

And pegged jeans. And a bit of a saucy frayed spot in my crotch. And bulky Classic Boot Socks(R) that I know for a fact I ordered from International Male(R).

#BraveConfessions

Things I Have Found While Excavating Boxes Of Music, Scripts, Programs, Headshots, Did I Mention Music Oh So Much Illegally Photocopied Music And Other Theater Crap I Have Saved Since Before Les Misérables Even Existed If You Can Believe Theater History Ever Went Back That Far:

My nefarious plan was to stay in bed all morning, and I would have gotten away with it too ...

Corn Born and Gorn’ for a rorn

Never piss off your stylist, kids

Unless you’re auditioning for clown camp.