How to be an opera singer AND eat good Latin food

It's been a while. And I need to start figuring out how to get people to read this darn thing. So, those are plans for another day.
My latest endeavor in the singing end of my world is the need/desire/actions of treating this more as a business. I always have since I came back to the career, but something in me changed when I returned from Europe. The proverbial light came on and I realized that I needed to be carrying myself more like an opera singer and I needed to be making those connections that I have been putting off. So, I signed up for an aria class on Thursday nights. I am attending local opera company productions to schmooze a little and see what is out there in terms of performance opportunities. Making sure that I am being seen as well as heard, even if it's just for a brief hello or a "remember me" moment. I'm not getting anywhere by staying in my house, going out to yet another damn dive bar or restaurant (as much as I love them), or caring about where the next place I'm going to meet a man is (as much as that would be nice too). There are more important things right now. I am an opera singer and I need to start reminding myself of that EVERY day, as well as start making sure the people that count know that too. It's called presence and I obviously need to work on it. Ugh - it seems like so much, really, but I can finally see the prize. I can finally see that it might actually work and I don't want to let that go. I've wasted too much time already not knowing. Wow - I can't wait until I actually get on someone's stage again. Watch out people - this is gonna be good!

On another note, the holy grail of Latin food (according to moi) has been found. After two years of complaining that there is no fresh, cheap Mexican food in New York, I can look no further. Paradise is called the Red Hook Ballfields - food vendors enough to feed an army and fresh, deliciously amazing food. Salvadorean, Guatamalan, Mexican, you name it. Ceviche, pupusas, huaraches, homemade tortillas, aguas frescas, cashew fruit juice (a new discovery)!, and the best tacos around. It was heaven and we ate entirely too much food on Sunday. Sadly, they are being harassed these days by the Dept of Health as well as the City organizations that want them to get licenses (which are VERY expensive) and be inspected. They have been operating for years without these and are just now coming under fire, only because they've been getting more press it seems. And yet, midtown Manhattan halal carts still get to operate with no health inspections (that I know of). Really sad! I only hope that they don't get shut down before I have a chance to go back. Honestly, it's some of the best food I've had since I moved to NYC and that's the truth!!