Emily Ellet

I can’t say I’ve ever asked that a bar stool be considered a piece of luggage before, but that was exactly what I did on the Megabus up to Albany.  Surprisingly, no one blinked – ever!  I also had a promotional poster tucked into my garment bag carrying what I call my “princess dress”, a.k.a. a frothy coral number with plenty of sparkle and a floaty train.  Not to mention, my overnight bag had one pair of PJs and then a slew of dressing room stuff – curling iron, hairspray, b

How miserable it is to pack dishes How many dishes there seem to be, even after giving a bunch away How I am too efficient of an organizational guru, which meant I kept stumbling upon hidden caches of storage I hadn’t known I’d made – and then having to pack it all How much effort changing your address is How you will always forget at least one critically important vendor/business/person to tell your new address to and have to try to track down your package/card/paycheck How

I’m sitting in the beautiful Minneapolis/St. Paul airport right now (thank you, free WiFi!), in my layover between flights to L.A.  Boy, were the last few days a race!  I definitely noticed my missed day. Truth be told, it’s really hard to write coherently right now, given how sleep deprived I am.  We have an…unusual next door neighbor, whose late-night altercation with the police a few weeks ago repeated itself last night, right as I was desperately trying to fall asleep.  T

I got my flight information for heading out on the cruise ship… …and promptly panicked. Apparently I had misunderstood the start date.  “Start on June 4” does not mean, “Fly out on June 4;” it means, “Start rehearsals on June 4.”  My flight is June 3rd – very early in the morning. Something about losing a whole day shocked me into seriously freaking out.  I’m normally not quite that unreasonable, but in that moment I felt completely overwhelmed. Packing multiple suitcases, lo