Welcome back to reality Kristina Wong. In the 72 hours I've been back in Los Angeles, I've spent at least $800 (on props, personnel, groceries, fuel, bills etc), got rehearsals for my shows up and running, and just now... a big ass earthquake. I totally forgot what to do during an earthquake. I was at the REDCAT when the building started shaking and just stood next to the glass cabinet in the lobby waiting for it to be over... dumb! Lest I forget that I was alive for the 1989 San Francisco quake?

Luckily, everything is fine. A bottle of lotion fell in my bathroom. No biggie. Otherwise, everything is ok.

It's a bit stressful getting this show going. It's a very different for me... as every new show should be. I'm going through all sorts of pre-premiere anxiety. And I screamed "motherucker" at least 100 times this morning as I was going through my lines.

Oliver is sitting on my lap. He's happy that I am back. I wonder if he realizes I am doing a show on him.

Labels: cat lady, my mind in los angeles

I'm back in LA. It's 3am and I'm up typing. The day after my show was not pretty. I jumped on the 8am flight, which meant I had to pack all my crap up in the early AMs. Barely drove the rental car back to Hertz at 6am, paid $50 because my bags were too heavy (i could have threw stuff out but was exhausted and gave up), tried to memorize new lines for this sketch I'm in for the CBS showcase on the plane inbetween passing gas and trying to sleep on the cramped plane.

I landed in LA, drove to CBS in my 1981 veggie oil car which after driving a brand new Miami rental for two weeks, felt like it was running on a wing and a prayer and rubber bands. I found out most of the parts for this showcase have been cast and I have like one scene. Almost threw up from exhaustion and overwhelmedness, left CBS too tired to cry, got a massage, ate thai food, passed out, and now it's 3am and the day has started.

I really am not sure how much longer I can do this road warrior stuff.

Oh yes, and the show rocked! I think there are dead people by the theater still. I am very blessed to have known nobody in Miami and get a very nice crowd of around 250 folks on the Wednesday slot where Louis Ck and Kathy Griffin were also programmed. The awesome folks at Miami Light got the mega- poster with my face on it out of the marquee for me to take home and now I get to look at my ego everyday.

The kids I taught last week from Little Haiti came and sat in the front rows. They had a blast. At one point they were jumping out of their seats screaming when I was like, "Are the Asians in the house?!" See, it didn't take long to convince those kids that they were little Wongs. If I corrupted them, they didn't seem to notice or mind.

My shining moment was when as Officer MacGillawongster, I put a plastic gun to a pregnant woman's stomach and said, "Ma'am, I need you to remove that, it's very dangerous and because of post 9/11 security measures, we must have you take that out in the fight for terrorism."

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