MY BIG RUBBER BUTT; Adventures of a transgendered comic. Part 4

I had a pillow on my face when the phone rang. I could hear everything around me, but my vision was filled with pillow. Except for the phone I was holding under the pillow, and the sound of my voice as I spoke to the person on the other end, it would have looked like I'd been smothered by anyone entering the room.

It was NBC/Universal casting, in NYC. And, they wanted me to come in and read for a small part on 30 Rock.

The pillow hit the floor, as I sat straight-up in bed.

That was late Friday. By Monday, I was back in the city.

If this were a filmed, the beat would kick-in at this point followed by a great montage of NYC sights -especially, Rockefeller Center. You'd see me arriving, just like Mary Tyler Moore,in The tv series the Mary Tyler Moore show would, when she emerged from her apartment building -throwing her hat into the air. Only, in this case, I'd be holding my nose.

That would immediately be followed by shots of me and Tina Fey, Tracy Morgan, Alex Baldwin and Judah Freedlander, as we made all manner of faces at each other as our Names popped-up under our faces, in a visually stunning, yet light and jovial way.

It would be a wonderful Cinderella story.

Instead, it turned-out to be a lot more interesting.

It was a great two day adventure that took me all over town with Debbs. It was my first trip into 30 Rockefeller Center, as well as the casting offices of NBC/Universal, and my flirtation with the NBC television show 30 ROCK.

And,for some reason, Elvis fits into this.

MY BIG RUBBER BUTT. Part 3

I'd like to think that I'm a person who learns from her mistakes. In fact, I've made so many mistakes that I'm probably at the top of my class. So, I was determined not to make some stupid mistake, some amateurish stumble or niave gaff. I steeled myself for what was ahead. Barring a fart sneaking-out,I thought, I was good to go.

But, somewhere during lunch, in a nice italian restaurant with Debbs, my heart started to pound. I started to get a little nervous. This was the first real casting call of any substance, that I'd gotten. I was both excited and nervous.

Debbs was sweet. She tried to take my mind off it. And, when she couldn't, she gave me words of support. (She's like that.)

Maybe this was a Huge mistake, I thought to myself. Maybe, I wasn't quite ready for this. I was that patheitic. How the hell had I completely lost my shit?! Then I realized something very important. Something that would focus me and calm my nerves.

Debbs was buying lunch.

MY BIG RUBBER BUTT: Adventures of a transgendered comic.

The McDonald's across from the Times Square Entertainment Center is just where I wound-up. Ritual didn't motivate me, this time. It was hunger....and, I was broke. (Besides, the waiting-lines aren't too long. And, the Day-Manager runs that place tight).

I still had more than enough time to meet-up with Debbs, for lunch, and than head-over to 30 Rock. Especially, since her offices are right across the street.

I had no expectations of what the day would bring. I came with plenty of thoughts, hopes and dreams: most of which I later squashed at an Irish Pub in Times square.

It was a beautiful day in New York City. I got to hang with one of my favorite girls, and I spent the afternoon at 30 Rockefeller Center. What could possibly go wrong?!

MY BIG RUBBER BUTT: Adventures of a transgendered comic

The first thing I do when I get off the bus, at Port Authority, is to go to the bathroom. Not always, but usually. In this case, my bladder and me had been sitting for four hours.

Every stall was taken when I got there. But, I was first in-line.

Fianlly, a women emerged from a stall and I walked in.....in...in to the most disgusting thing -in a bathroom- that I'd seen that day. I quickly assesed the situation, and calculated how much time it would take to reach Debbs office, and Her bathroom.

Short enough.

I walked away, and headed to the street.

I didn't assume anything about the women who had emerged from the stall, as I took the excalator up to street level. I didn't automatically peg her as the one who had turned it into a urine-works, in there. But, I did wonder -if she wasn't the culprit- how she managed to use it.

She wasn't that tall.