I have a sordid past. Once upon a time, I was a performer.
My first post-college-non-restaurant job was at a children’s musical puppet theater company. It was just like Avenue Q for kids…if Avenue Q was horrible, not funny, paid its actors below minimum wage and held its set together with duct tape.
I have delivered songs about losing my virginity and wishing I had a penis…in front of my parents.
Mine was a bright, but rapidly burning star.
Jokes aside, as a business-lady, I’ve worked with some of the city’s greatest arts institutions: Manhattan Theatre Club, Ensemble Studio Theatre, and Brooklyn Center for the Performing Arts, among others. I wouldn’t call myself an authority on all things arts and culture, but I’ve got an ear to the ground.