Filed under: A Little Me | Tags: blog, mikael short, mikaelshort.com, mikshorty, new things, titanic, website
“I believe you may get your headlines, Mr. Ismay.”
– Cap. Edward Smith, Titanic
MikShorty.com has struck an iceberg and will be going down on September 27. That’s one month from today in case you don’t want to do the math (and who ever does?).
That’s the day my domain name expires. Finally seeing the light and becoming all smart with my monies, I’ve decided to trim out things that cost me money that I don’t necessarily need (Hulu being one of them too… byeee!). So I guess you could call MikShorty’s iceberg, “budgeting.”
So what’s going to happen with my blog? I’m so glad you asked…
MikaelShort.com will become my permanent home for everything that I do on the web. While it’s been great to have both, I’m molding them all into one. All in the name of being economical, concise and not repeating myself.
Since I have you here, go over to MikaelShort.com now to subscribe, bookmark, and all that other magical stuff that will keep you up-to-date on all my shenanigans on stage, occasional advice/ insight, and otherwise. Bigger and better things are coming and you don’t want to miss them. ;)
While I’m sure I’ll get called Mikshorty from time to time (mostly from my boss), it’s time for that ship to sail and for me to have one online identity for good.
“I love waking up in the morning not knowing what’s going to happen or who I’m going to meet, where I’m going to wind up… I figure life’s a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it. You don’t know what hand you’re gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you… to make each day count.”
– Jack Dawson, Titanic (because, you know, he totally existed!)
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Filed under: A Little Me, Good Things, Vlogging | Tags: inspiration, motivation, VEDA, vlog
Nothing lights a fire under my butt quite like VEDA does.
You know? Vlog Every Day in August? Yeah, that thing.
2012 was my first year participating in the 31 day challenge to film, cut and upload 31 videos to YouTube–then watch around 1,000 videos of other VEDA folks. Let’s just say it was a bit of a crazy month but I don’t regret it one bit. It was a blast! And the gag reel is still my favorite part of the game.
And this year, August is shaping up to be even crazier thanks to rehearsals for Into the Woods and my inability to avoid social situations with new friends.
You can find my 2013 VEDA playlist of videos below. I’m following the prompts as laid out by WeBlogWeVlog.com.
The people that I’ve met through VEDA are amazing, open-minded, quirky, fun and people who are unafraid to be themselves and bare-all on the web. I’ve made some awesome friends through it, and through BiSC, I had the opportunity to meet a few this year.
Aside from the wonderful people I’m getting to know, there’s something about VEDA that makes me get shit done. I wish I could pinpoint the “why” behind this… Anyone want to take a gander on that?
For example: last year, I expressed my dire want to get out of my parents house. I found a place in my budget before the end of the month, and was moved out in the first week of September.
This year, the idea of starting a side business, while it’s been brewing for months, seems to becoming more concrete. I’m being super proactive in learning up on everything I need to know to start a biz, all the legal stuff thanks to Small Business Bodyguard, and currently brainstorming on a name. Because the name is important, gosh dang it! I was thinking a play with Latin words, then that went to Italian and now I’m just like… “But I’m not Italian!” So it’s becoming this huge game of what to call my business and what to obtain a URL and business license for. This thing will be real in the next few weeks–I can almost guarantee it.
So yeah… VEDA makes me want to do more things and I actually do them. Even though my time is crunched. I don’t know why it happens, but I don’t mind it. It’s kind of invigorating and it’s a great challenge for the Type A in me.
However, right now I just want a good night’s sleep and a free night to lounge… haha.
What inspires you to get shit done?
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Filed under: A Little Me, Good Things, Happy Dance Time, On Stage, Plays/Musicals, Updates | Tags: into the woods, rapunzel
We’ve all heard this saying right?
“Let down your hair so I may climb without a stair!”
And if you haven’t, you really had a deprived childhood. Who honestly hasn’t heard the story of Rapunzel? Especially now that Disney did their own take on it.
If you haven’t, go rent Tangled ASAP. It’s not the Brothers Grimm version like the one used in Into the Woods (it’s much darker than any Disney movie), but still, you can get an idea. And it’s a brilliant movie.
So where am I going with this? I’ll tell you… You’ve twisted my hair enough.
I’ve been cast as Rapunzel in Centerpoint Legacy Theatre’s production of Into the Woods! I get to let down a cascade of beautiful blonde hair to my mother, the witch, and sing in my pretty soprano voice like I wanted to! I’ll be in the Tues/Thurs/Sat cast. :D
And there’s a bit of a story on how it all went down…
I’m pretty sure I mentioned that I was going to audition for two shows this week. Well… that didn’t exactly happen.
Centerpoint called me back for Tuesday. So I went and killed it. When the music director asked if I was a soprano, I had a strong gut feeling that they would consider me for Rapunzel.
Then I got another callback–for Rapunzel and Step Sister on Wednesday. I felt I did really well! There were only three other girls aside from me called back for Rapunzel, so I figured I had a 50/50 shot at the role. And then the waiting game started. I wasn’t expecting to hear from Centerpoint, if at all, until today (Friday).
I had already planned to go audition for Jekyll & Hyde at Empress Theater, so that’s where I went last night. Drove out there, got out of my car, forgot my belt, put down my purse, keys, forms, phone (everything that I basically needed to audition) on my front seat to put on my belt… and the wind blew my car door shut.
You know those little habits that, while handy, can get you into trouble?
Here’s mine: I lock my car doors before I exit my car. My passengers usually get irritated with me when I accidentally lock them in before they can get out. (I blame my first old car that didn’t have a key chain button to lock it. It was kind of retro and didn’t have that kind of capability.)
So… you may have guessed what happened. I locked everything I needed to audition inside my car. So I panicked–naturally–and went inside to borrow someone’s phone. Called Subaru to come out and unlock it, and they said it would take at least a half hour for them to get out to the theater as it’s way out west from the city.
The time passed, they came and opened my car. Within 5 minutes, I was gearing up to audition, putting my name on the list and filling out the form. Not even two minutes after I finished my form, I got a phone call from a phone number I didn’t recognize.
It was Centerpoint offering me Rapunzel! So, naturally, I screamed as soon as I got off the phone and leaped into my friend’s arms. Then I had to promptly remove my name from the Jekyll and Hyde audition list since it wouldn’t be fair to audition if I was already sold on doing Rapunzel in Into the Woods.
If my car hadn’t held everything hostage, I would have auditioned for Jekyll & Hyde before getting the big call. Granted, I don’t know what would have happened had I auditioned for Jekyll & Hyde, but I loved working at the Empress in 9 to 5 so I know I would have felt awful turning them down if I had been called back or even cast. Now I don’t have to!
That’s one of my biggest fears being a compassionate theatre person–auditioning for multiple shows then having to turn one down. I still hope I never get into the situation, but you never know what’ll happen down the line!
I’m a firm believer that everything happens for a reason. Now I can’t help but think that the universe was watching over me and taking advantage of my clutziness so I wouldn’t have to say “no” to anyone. Clearly I’m not ready for that kind of encounter. ;)
To end this, let me just say that I have some amazing friends from both 9 to 5 and other theatre productions who auditioned for both shows with me. They are all extremely talented and I hope we get to work together again. A couple of them made Into the Woods with me (yay!) and the rest got called back for Jekyll & Hyde.
No matter what, I will be supporting them in whatever role and show they will do. I’m bummed I don’t get to work with as many of them in Into the Woods, but what can you do? I just hope their talents are used and that they will enjoy whichever adventure is waiting for them.
Here’s onto a new adventure as Rapunzel!
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Filed under: A Little Me, On Stage, Plays/Musicals, Quotations | Tags: 5 to 9, 9 to 5, dolly parton, doralee, empress theatre, magna, musical, musical theatre, reminiscing
I started writing this blog at the time that I should have been ready backstage, hearing the starting music of 9 to 5 and pumping myself up for a great show.
Only there are no more shows! And it’s depressing!
This is where I’m going to divulge all the feelings at you because I can. This is my blog, thus I can do what I please. Deal with it.
“… and it seemed like your whole life existed between the hours of 9 to 5…”
I’m in the lull. The “5 to 9” part of my day in the context of being between shows. I’m eager to get into the next production, but also heavily reminiscing over my last show. I teared up several times over the past 48 hours, mostly when songs from the show came on my shuffle. Happy it happened. Bummed that it’s over. Sad that I don’t get to see my new favorite people as often as we used to. Heartbroken that I won’t be performing 9 to 5 again… unless I happen to do another production down the road. Thrilled and grateful that I had the opportunity to perform a dream role and in an awesome show with an even better cast.
And I’ll be honest… I haven’t washed out my Dolly curls yet. Yes, I’ve showered, but… I’m not ready to give up all the Dolly like that!
A little Cowgirl’s Revenge…
Closing night was Saturday. It’s been two days and I miss my 9 to 5 family like crazy. It’s different when you have a three-day break between shows than when it’s because the show has actually ended. I don’t know when I will next see the amazing, kind, hilarious and talented people that I’ve spent a majority of my time with during the past three months. I’m addicted to them, addicted to their energy. The withdrawal symptoms are pretty crippling. Seeing all of their posts on Facebook is completely ruining me. I need a frickin’ bucket for all the tears they are all causing me to cry.
En francais
I’ll be thinking of you.
En francais.
I will always love you.
Au revoir.
It was because of those people that 9 to 5 was one of the most rewarding and positive theatre experiences that I’ve ever had. Yep, there were a couple dramatic moments, but then we addressed them and moved on. Because of that, I feel like we developed even stronger bonds.
I made some wonderful friends, pretended to date the director for a night as a joke, had some thrills and spills at the theatre, had an amazing double who provided much help, love and giggles, and busted a gut on multiple occasions at Village Inn. We better hang out again really soon or I might slap someone.
Or eat all the pizza alone. Whichever comes first. *orders Papa Johns*
Tanya Rasmussen as Judy, Chrisanne Greer-Sueltz as Violet in our drunk scene.
Oh, then I was able to be on stage. A high all on its own. Best thing ever in my world. Performing is amazing! The effect that Celine Dion and Lea Solanga had on me I hope to spread to more people. By the fact that a few people approached me applauding my performance and the little 4-year-old who came and hugged my legs then bolted away before I could say hi, I think I delivered. It’s been amazing. That’s all that can be said really.
Doralee has been an absolute dream role to play. Amazing songs, some sass, some anger and a couple great one liners.
“I say we hire a couple of wranglers to beat the shit outta him!”
“If you say one more thing about me, I’ll go get that gun of mine and I’ll change you from a rooster to a hen with one shot!”
Matt Green as Mr. Franklin Hart during my threat to castrate him.
Yep. Best role ever.
I’M GOING TO MISS ALL OF THIS SO MUCH.
So what do I do?
I audition for new shows immediately. Anything to shrink this 5 to 9 lull. To make the heartache and missing the stage stop. The same day as closing night, I auditioned for Into the Woods at Centerpoint and I got a callback. If I don’t get cast in that, then Jekyll & Hyde at the Empress is next on my list. And I still intend on auditioning for A Christmas Carol at Hale. I will perform there if it’s the last thing I do!
Okay, I will stop being dramatic. Okay, maybe not. I’ll go eat my pizza and watch Into the Woods in solitude while I recover. And think about all the wonderful 9 to 5 memories for the rest of my days! Until I get back to the stage and a new “9 to 5”.
Mon amour, je t’adore
Cinq a neuf…
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Filed under: A Little Me, Good Things, On Stage, Plays/Musicals | Tags: 9 to 5, doralee, empress theatre, musical theatre, perform, purpose
Up in the right hand corner of my WordPress dashboard thingie is a little golden trophy icon. Apparently today is my five year anniversary with WordPress.
Taking a look back, I realized that I started this blog to “to document where I am in my music and theater productions (when I am in one)“. After some meandering as a personal blogger, I feel like I’m actually mostly back to that with the occasional venture into health and other random / relationship-y shtuff. Strange, right?
And I digress.
My, my, my… where has the time gone? So much has happened. Both in the last five years and even in the last couple of months in my second show of the year. Only five shows left of 9 to 5! If you haven’t seen it yet, I’m in the A cast, so I perform as Doralee July 19, 22 & 27. You can get your tickets at EmpressTheatre.com. I recommend sitting on the south side if you want the best “Double D” view. ;)
Me as Doralee, Chrisanne Seultz as Violet, Tanya Rasmussen as Judy — my fellow 9 to 5 leading ladies!
I have to say that I’ve never wanted a show to end less. I’ve been fortunate to never have a negative theatre experience, but this one I will never forget. The cast and crew, the show, the role, the after-hours bonding… everything is just amazing. Sure, we’ve had our share of drama (what production doesn’t?), but I feel most of my relationships within the show have grown stronger in spite of it.
So even though 9 to 5 is more than halfway through its run, I know there will be a next one. Soon. Like, really soon. I have two auditions lined up for right after the show. One of them is literally the same day as closing night. That’s for Into the Woods at Centerpoint. I’m thinking I’d make a really good Cinderella. What do you think?
One thing this show has left me feeling in an overwhelming amount is that I just want to be on stage. There are days at the office where I watch the clock tick slowly by until I can go to the theater. Lately, I’ve thought a lot about purpose, passion and what I’m supposed to be doing with my life, and it all comes back to performing.
I’m not sure if musical theatre is my calling, but I love it more than almost anything else. Stepping into new shoes to tell a story that others can relate to is a pretty awesome thing. It’s crazy, but the moments immediately before a show tend to be my very favorite. The anticipation makes me all giddy and I tend to happy dance a lot. Then once I’m on stage, I forget everything and get lost in the show.
To give you an idea of how much of an escape it is, here’s a possibly TMI story from Monday night: My nylon spanx were making my butt itch like crazy (because apparently I did something wrong in the washing process), to the point where I was physically hiding in dark corners to scratch during my off moments. It got so bad that I actually removed the spanx during my longest off-stage break before my final scene (no one noticed right?). When I was performing, that itch wasn’t there and if it was, it didn’t faze me at all.
If that doesn’t mean this is what I should be doing, then I don’t know what else does. ;)
Now I feel like the past five years have come full circle in a sense. I wanted to write about my performing experiences on this blog and now I feel like I’m finally doing that. Now I’m also craving more shows, bigger stages, bigger audiences and everything that comes with it. If it weren’t for a few responsibilities and a good job, I’m sure I would book it out to one of the bigger theatre cities in the country in a heartbeat (Boston, NYC or LA are at the top of my list).
Until I can, I’m tearing up the Utah theatre scene as much as possible.
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Filed under: A Little Me | Tags: hours, matter, minutes, numbers, passion, pooping rainbows, purpose, time
Since the blogger assigned to write for Pooping Rainbows is unable to post today (she’s moving! Exciting, right?), I’m stepping in for her today.
Like last time, here’s a photo preview:
“Make it count. Meet me at the clock.”
So go. Read. Comment! :)
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Filed under: A Little Me, Health | Tags: goodbye scale, healthy lifestyle, scale, weight, weight loss
Last fall, I closeted that thing you least look forward to standing on. My scale. And I think it’s one of the best things I’ve ever done.
Sorry, Scale… not going to happen.
This post is a response to the questions people have asked me lately: “Oh, do you want to lose weight?” or “Are you doing this to lose weight?” (from my mom), and other questions similar to that effect. Each time they ask, I stand flabbergasted for a moment before I tell them that I broke up with my scale last year, that I don’t even actually know how much I weigh anymore, and that I simply don’t care to know.
And they are usually stunned. That’s apparently not so normal. But I’m not normal, so go figure. I guess that’s not something a lot of people do. But I did… and here’s the story why.
When I first started WeightWatchers back when I was 20 (coming up on my goal weight achievement fourth anniversary this week, oddly enough), it was about learning to eat healthier and getting my portions under control since that’s where I really struggled. I also started getting more active again, taking Zumba and yoga classes a couple of times a week.
But then the scale started moving downward and I was entranced by what I saw. When I hit my goal of losing 20 pounds right before I left for England (six months later), elation was me. I was back to my high school weight when I was an active dancer. Win, right?
After that, my relationship with WeightWatchers went through a roller coaster. I played with free tracking websites instead like SparkPeople and MyFitnessPal since I was in college, and paying for WW just got to be a pain when you can only work so many hours.
But then the tracking became tedious and I hated doing it. The scale would sometimes show a rise, and eventually starting increasing little by little again. And after a few years, I actually started getting angry at the scale. I was gaining muscle from starting Pole Fitness, but the problem with that is that it shows a rise in weight since, hey! Muscle weighs more than fat. And because I was so active I gave myself a little leeway on my diet. In general, I ate really well, but the scale still crept back up.
Last summer, I found that I had gained back 10 of the pounds I had lost in my original bout with WW. It’s not horrible, but, along with dreading to track my food intake, I dreaded stepping on the scale.
So I broke up with it. I left it at my parent’s house in Park City when I moved down to Salt Lake City. And since then I’ve only weighed myself twice (before and after the Whole30, just to gauge all the changes it made in my body). To be honest, I can’t even remember what it was.
And now I’ve just stopped caring about my weight. What I care about is my health.
Which brings me to one of my favorite quotes:
If you don’t have your health, you don’t have anything.
And here’s another for good measure:
Weight is just a six-letter word and a number that has absolutely nothing to do with your actual well-being.
(Should I make a graphic with those? Haha…)
My goal is not to lose weight, but to eat (and be active) so my body is energized, feeling good and healthy. So I can sleep through the night and actually wake up refreshed. So I don’t have to rely on crutches like sweets to make it through a rough day. You know… performing in tip-top shape.
That beats any number on some little screen that tells me virtually nothing.
You know all that nutritional information available to everyone with a click on the web? That stuff is like my crack. I’m a perpetual learner and nutrition/fitness is way up there on my radar. This is why I like participating in programs to address how certain foods make my body feels and the like. It’s called self-discovery, and there’s absolutely no shame in that.
Today I’m well into my second day of the five-day Sugar Detox part of the 30-Day Sugar Detox program by Nicole from A Life Less Bullshit (which has been educational, exhilerating and terrifying at times). After doing the Whole30 in January, this hasn’t been too hard. I just can’t have fruit this time, but that’s okay. I woke up more thirsty than I’ve ever been in my life, but that’s the worst of the withdrawal symptoms so far.
The goal? Not to lose weight, but to address my relationship with sugar and work out how to live my life with complete control over my food choices (aka: not caving to cravings when they hit). My nickname at home was the Walking Sweet-Tooth for years, so that should give you an idea about my previous relationship with sugar.
So I bagged my scale because my body is much better at telling me what it needs, how it feels and if it’s healthy. A scale doesn’t do that, not in the slightest.
I’m not saying you should bag your scale like I did. Everyone is different so your path to a healthy life may find benefit in having a scale by your side. This is just my story.
However, I would like to challenge you to consider NOT weighing yourself for a day, a week or a month, and see how you feel when your not a slave to the scale.
Leave your comments below. I’d love to hear your perspective about the scale.
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Filed under: A Little Me, RaNdOm, Updates | Tags: bambi, pooping rainbows, twitterpated
Thanks to a blossoming friendship with the magnanimous Peter DeWolf, I adopted a new spot of the internet… well, on the 17th of each month anyway.
I’m now writing for Pooping Rainbows. In fact, I was so excited for my first post last month that I wrote a theme song of sorts for the blog. And it made Pete laugh. Win.
This month, I nearly forgot until 11:30 p.m. rolled around last night.
I think it was the fastest blog I’ve ever written and I’m very lucky I’ve felt “inspired” lately. I’m not going to post it here because Pooping Rainbows content is exclusive (or I’d like it to be). But here’s a preview of what it may entail:
Don’t ya love Flower from Bambi?
Now click on that GIF or click here to read my post at Pooping Rainbows.
Thanks all… have a lovely night.
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Filed under: A Little Me, Good Things, Living On My Own | Tags: benefits, best things, list, living on your own
I’ve decided that living outside of my parents’ roof is awesome (not to say I don’t love them, because I do–I still talk to my mom practically every day). I was one of those teenagers who couldn’t wait to get out, especially once I got a taste of living on my own in Boston and England. College and all that other junk (like non-paid but awesome internships) kept me from making a discernible living that would allow me to afford the luxury of living on my own.
Last fall, I got out. I had a roommate who was hardly ever around, but we did manage to have our Vampire Diaries nights together and one fun night in SLC for the Santacon Pub Crawl. It was a good experience while it lasted.
Now that I’m living in downtown SLC in an apartment that I love, I have thought of a few things that make living on your own worth the wait.
Best little apartment ever.
You can control all the food that comes in. Seriously one of the things I struggled most with when living with my parents was the constant temptation of Reeses and all the junk food. This girl likes to eat well. Now my fridge is filled with fruits, veggies, frozen meats, almond milk, coconut and olive oils, leftovers from that one night out with the girls and that obligatory box of cookie dough for when I want need it. Which I may have to cut out when I do Nicole’s 30-Day Sugar Detox in June.
Along with that, you can cook and eat whatever the hell you want without judgement. Some of my meals have consisted solely of slices of deli chicken breast and a Larabar, or even just experimenting with new recipes of my own creation using myself as a guinea pig, because God forbid the poor soul that could have tried a couple of my total failures that I choked down anyway. I don’t like wasting food.
Staying up at all hours in any part of the place you want, doing what you want (well… mostly on the weekend because of work). Whether that’s to Skype my BFF in England, watch a new TV show addiction (The Secret Circle currently–that Jake is HOT!), record, play guitar or because company just doesn’t want to leave. This was hard to do when my bedroom shared a wall with my parent’s room. I tend to make noise (like singing) more often than not.
Your own things! With my last roommate, I had this major complex. “Yeah, I’ve got the coolest vacuum!” Correction: My roommate has the coolest vacuum. So it’s nice to have nifty things like dishes and a vacuum that I can actually call my own. Whether that’s through adoption (like the couch I got from my parents’ house) or actual purchasing.
The thrill of getting to decorate. Won’t lie… I felt like I was designing a SIMS house while picking out furniture. I chose glass tables whenever I played the game, and I chose glass tables for my apartment. Dream come true.
Letting your weird out. I’ll be the first to admit that I do weird things a lot. Like create a Pokemon-like language surrounding the word “cups” and repeating it while doing the dishes. Or watching myself doing crazy dances in the mirror. Or contort my body in the strangest ways possible so I can stay on the couch/bed but still manage to reach that thing I need that’s just out of arms reach.
You get full commandeering power over the remote. No explanation necessary.
And last, but certainly not least, walking around in your birthday suit. It’s great to get out of the shower, dry off, hang up my towel then walk to the kitchen for my morning brew. It’s called getting comfortable with your body. ;)
Now there are a host of more reasons why living WHERE I live is amazing, but that’s for another day.
For those of you living on your own, what’s your favorite thing about being out of the parent’s roof?
And those still waiting to get out (no judgement; I know it’s a hard path), what are you most looking forward to?
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Filed under: A Little Me, Friends, Good Things, Happy Dance Time, Open, Relationships, Roam, Vegas! | Tags: BiSC, Bloggers in Sin City
Oh, crap… my words!
Those words slipped out of my lips at the Farewell Brunch of BiSC this year–because quite simply, there are no adequate words to express the love, the support, the good times and everything that comes from 60+ bloggers converging on Las Vegas in friendship and shenanigans. Of course, I do have words… and I’ll share some about it here.
There’s a reason I couldn’t miss BiSC for a single year after my first adventure back in 2011–these people are amazing and some of the greatest friends I’ve ever had. That, and I wouldn’t be able to live with myself for getting all the jealousies over reading all the Twitter posts about it. And it’s more than worth it.
These are people who usually hide behind their computers writing but got out of their comfort zone to go meet dozens of strangers.
These people will lay in bed with you eating Fuzzy Peaches and Stroopwaffles in the morning, laughing all the while.
These are people who will 8-second hug you… then keep it going even longer. #allthelove
These people will drop “That’s what she said” comments so many times it’s like an automatic twitch.
These are people that you can tell your deepest, darkest secrets to and they will love and support you no matter what.
These are people who cry and keep their eyes open forever in staring contests because they are crazy-awesome like that.
These are people who won’t ever judge you and love you exactly as you are. No liquor required.
These are people who will unabashedly cheer their voices hoarse during the Flamingo Pool booty shaking competition where a couple of their own competed (and lost, but everyone told me I should have won–well, I did… last year.)
These are people that aren’t afraid to grab the most horrendous outfits and do a dancing parade in the middle of an H&M dressing room. Exhibit A:
These people will teach you how to braid because you’ve been doing it wrong your whole life.
These people can be present even when their phones are out… it’s not rude, yo.
These people will people watch with you at a club and speculate on why some belligerent woman is getting arrested outside Caesar’s Palace.
These people will wait in the crepe line with you so you don’t have to stand alone.
These are people who will do a zombie/Christian-Bale-Batman voice unannounced, scaring the crap out of all of us then making us bust into laughter.
These people fear not whether you drink out of their drink or pick off their plate.
These people will talk about sex toys and scary “never have I evers” as though it is completely normal to do so.
These people will discreetly pull down your slip beneath your dress in public when your ass is hanging out of it. And also tell you when that is happening immediately. Same goes for having chocolate dripping down your face from the buffet chocolate fountain (THANKS!)
These people will go out for pizza and heart-to-hearts at 3:30 in the morning.
These people sing The Little Mermaid, Avenue Q and many other things with you out loud in public without shame.
These people will bring you treats and chocolate from their home country (Canada and Netherlands), making your taste buds and tummies sing joyous tunes.
These people will dance you silly, any time, any place… even without music. They make their own.
These people will dress to the nines, whether that’s all in white (“Are you all getting married?”), Mad Men-themed, or black, white, and gold!
These people will make you question your priorities and what you’re doing in your life–making you want to take your own life to the next level.
These people are old friends. These people are new friends. These people are my TRIBE.
These are people who dread parting each other so they find places to relax and chat until, inevitably, time runs out and all the hugs and tears come out too.
(And I feel like I could go on and on and on and on like this about all of the BiSCuits.)
At the end of it all, I feel like I’ve made some of the best friends in the world (and all over the world too!) in only a few days. I miss them so much already. My body and emotional state still haven’t recovered.
A humongous thank you goes to Nicole for putting this on for the past five years. The woman is an effing rockstar and one of my idols. I’ll be doing her 30-day Sugar Detox in June… care to join me?
Yet again, BiSC is the best weekend of the year and I’m sad to know it won’t be back next May. But that doesn’t mean I can’t go visit my new friends and that they can’t come visit me in Utah.
Any of you BiSCuits reading–I have a couch and a queen-size bed! I don’t mind sharing. ;)
BiSC helped break me out of my bubble of over-thinking things. That first year (2011), I started taking more chances and trusting that things would turn out alright even if I just… leapt. And I frickin’ landed among some of the most amazing people in one of the funnest cities in the world.
And like I said in my little speech at the Farewell Brunch on Sunday, “It was the best chance I ever took.”
So pretty much… yeah… my words. All the words can be summed up in this: BiSC is the very best. Ever.
MikShorty 
