Project Published

I have always believed in chasing your dreams, in proving people wrong, the power of faith, buying new shoes when you cant afford them, destiny songs for every occasion…and most importantly, the color pink having the ability to literally change the world.

Who am I? Just your everyday, fabulously dramatic, slightly self indulgent, shopoholic, workaholic, loveoholic: Showgirl…or should I say ex showgirl. Eh tomato, tamato.

My days on the stage may be over but I’m planning on still entertaining audiences with a fantastic new gig: blogonista. No, I am no Carrie Bradshaw, but I do have deals to make and hearts to break, and I’m optimistically confident someone will want to be along for the ride. Maybe you can take a few moments away from googling and facebook in the office, to tune in to see my elementary composition, and bad use of the English language. See that, just saying “bad use” is bad use. However, I’m not afraid of you, grammar wizard with your menacing green underline. I promise to misuse commas and use … when I’m not sure what punctuation goes there, to speak in slang, and forget spell check occasionally. It wont be professional, it wont be proper, it wont be perfect, but it will all be true, and maybe even be in print someday, hopefully with grammatical errors blazing! This is it! This is the future! My future…Project Published!

How did I get here? As I was saying…I believe in chasing dreams. So much, in fact, that I chased mine all the way to Fabulous: Las Vegas Nevada. Sin City became four years of lips, legs and lashes, where I endured the life of being a classic Vegas icon: The Showgirl-smile always on, top usually off, and only a little bit like the movie. Life in the valley was mostly funfetti cupcakes, until one day, I found myself at the corner of: “How the hell did I get here?” and “What am I doing with my life?” Not my favorite, neighborhood… I wasn’t sure how everything had spiraled to that, but I knew I had to get out of there. Sure, I’d have much rather been on the corner of “Take an additional 75 percent off all Clearance items”, and “New Carne Asada Tacos: No Calories!”, but dream sales are hard to come by, and sadly there are no low fat Mexican foods. In the best and most dramatic whirlwind, I could create: I channeled my chi, curved my karma, followed my gut’s decision to leave. With a tear in my eye, I bid my friends good bye and left the sweet savory comfort of Ackers drive. Risking: my relationship, my life’s happiness, the sanity of my parents and the shipping of my favorite shoes; my boyfriend, Roland, and I jam packed my car and embarked on a journey across the country.

It was time to become a new kind of icon. Time to put on 50 layers, find a job, find an apartment and explore a strange new world! A world where people wear sweatpants in bars, and walk to work. A world where food is more delicious than nutritious, and pizza sauce is put on top of the cheese. Where the houses are hundreds of years old, and every two blocks is a new neighborhood. A world where trains buzz above ground and time actually stops for the First Pitch of baseball season. A world unlike anywhere else in this universe. A world that has no idea exactly what it’s in for. Watch out, you haven’t seen a diva like me since Roxy Heart. That’s right, its official…this Showgirl is moving to Chicago!