Archive for July, 2007

Monday, Monday

Well, what to say. It’s Monday. That means we’re halfway through the run. We had a great audience most of the time, but I will admit to being a little, um, kerbobbled at doing a show for one person at Saturday’s  matinee. Not that I objected to doing a show for one, not at all. But she kept checking her watch during the performance, and as soon as the show was over, she took off like a bat out of hell.

I slept as late as I could on Saturday, and much of the day on Sunday. It’s going to take a lot more sleep to catch me, up, though, apparently, because I’m walking around like a zombie today. Of course, I was coughing up a lung and a half last night, and couldn’t sleep much. Joe fed me some Nyquil (ugh) and some herbal tea at some point during the night, after which the coughing let up and I was finally able to rest a little bit. I’m glad he was home. I don’t know why I didn’t think of doing that myself. Too angry and frustrated that I finally had a night off and couldn’t do anything but cough, I guess.

MoMentuM’s end-of-season banquet was yesterday evening. V. and S. did a hilarious skit in which they made fun of everyone, including themselves. I was mocked for twitching when people use the word “quote” when they mean “quotation.” I admit that it drives me a little bonkers. Okay, okay, it drives me a lot bonkers. And I was officially inducted into the EnsEmblE, along with Danielle. It is truly a privilege to be associated with these great people. I love them, and we have a lot of fun together. I’ve learned a lot, have grown a lot, and am really looking forward to whatever comes next.

The first part of this week should be pretty tame. Work, of course–and month-end (which actually hits me the first day of the month)–and cleaning house, getting ready for Mom’s visit. Running lines to make sure I don’t forget everything by Thursday. I think Joe’s heading back out of town on Wednesday for a few days. Mom comes on Thursday; the play starts back up on Thursday; we have a show on Friday; and two on Saturday. Liz and Mom are heading out of town on Sunday, and I’ll probably sleep all day on Sunday.

I sound boring, don’t I? I’m just so worn out it’s hard to be entertaining.

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Well, since you asked, about now the happiest dog in the world is doing back flips in my house.  Joe’s home for a few days, and he came here from the airport to get my car and go home. I just know the two of them are hugging and kissing each other, and Molly probably peed herself, and she’s doing backflips, and they’re extremely happy.

The show got a fantastic review. You can go read it here if you like. We’re all excited and pleased. Opening night went really well. Of course, there was the rain that blew in right after we got all the lobby stuff set up outside, so we had to bring it all back in. (Our space is a very small area, and our lobby is actually outside.) And the corrections I made to our PowerPoint slide show didn’t take for some reason, even though I hit the Save button. But we had a lot of energy, and a very receptive audience. Everyone did a beautiful job.

I’m sooooooooooooooo tired today. Thank goodness it’s Friday! I’m not going to the after-show festivities tonight; I might be tempted to if Joe weren’t home. But I wanna go home and (a) see my hunney some more and (b) sleep. And I can sleep in tomorrow morning. Call is for noon, so even though I can’t sleep as much as I’d like, I do get to sleep quite a bit later than usual.

Hey, if you’ve got some white light or positive energy to spare, please send some Chicory’s way. She needs it. Some of the entries she’s posted lately have just brought nightmarish memories back to me, and make my heart hurt for her. And I love my Chicory and don’t want her to hurt.

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Friday Fill-In

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1. Yesterday I was exhausted, nervously/eagerly awaiting opening night, and channeling my youngest sister, who died a year and a half ago, for two of my scenes.
2. Today I am extremely tired, excited about Joe coming home today, excited to perform tonight, greatly looking forward to sleeping in tomorrow.
3. Tomorrow I will sleep in as late as possible, perform in a matinee and an evening show, and go out for a cast party afterward.
4. Someday I’m going to finish writing my Chaucer book.
5. I will never proclaim I will never do something, because I would inevitably be drawn to do that very thing.
6. I might go bald some day, although I doubt it.
7. And as for the weeked, tonight I’m looking forward to seeing Joe after I get home from the show, tomorrow my plans include doing two shows and Sunday, I want to sleep all day before putting on my pretty prom dress and dragging my handsome husband off to our EnsEmblE end of the season banquet!

Don’t forget…have fun!

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You scored as Serenity (Firefly), You like to live your own way and don’t enjoy when anyone but a friend tries to tell you should do different. Now if only the Reavers would quit trying to skin you.

Serenity (Firefly)


Deep Space Nine (Star Trek)


Nebuchadnezzar (The Matrix)


Babylon 5 (Babylon 5)


Heart of Gold (Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy)


Millennium Falcon (Star Wars)


Galactica (Battlestar: Galactica)


Bebop (Cowboy Bebop)


SG-1 (Stargate)


Enterprise D (Star Trek)


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Andromeda Ascendant (Andromeda)


Moya (Farscape)


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Definition Time

Normally when I go to a sandwich shop which I shall call “The Tube,” I give them very specific instructions as to how much light mayonnaise I want on my sandwich. “One thin stripe down the middle, please.” And they dutifully give me one thin stripe down the middle.

Today, overwhelming exhaustion having control of my brain, I said, “a very little light mayo, please.” And I watched with increasing astonishment as the person preparing my sandwich squirted ghastly amounts of light mayo on my sandwich. Before my brain could wake up enough to send my mouth the message to tell her to stop, she finished an

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Opening Night!

Did you know it’s possible to fall asleep while you’re preparing a report? It is! I know because in the middle of doing a sort on a section of a report, I fell asleep and didn’t know it until my head jerked and I woke up and realized that instead of sorting that section, I had instead replaced the heading for one part of that section with a “Y.” But my head jerked and I woke up, so I only slept for a second or three.

We ran the whole show twice last night, got a lot of kinks ironed out. And the second time I made it all the way through my Ramona piece without freezing up or missing any lines. Yeah! I knew I could do it! Well, technically, I didn’t know I could do it, but I did know I knew all those dadblasted lines, so I wanted to prove that part at least. Anyway, we didn’t get out of there until 11:30 last night, which meant I didn’t get home until shortly after midnight, which meant I didn’t get to sleep until after 1. Which means I’m good and tired today. Again. Major sleep deficit going on here. By the time Saturday morning rolls around, at which time I can sleep in at least a little bit, I’ll be running purely on sugar, caffeine, and adrenaline. Fortunately, we only have to run the show once each night; rehearsals are over; I can sleep all day on Sunday until time to get ready for the banquet. I do have to do a bit of housecleaning next week to finish getting ready for Mom’s visit, but because I really was trying to get it done before Joe got home (he’s coming tomorrow), I’ve got a head start so it won’t be so awful.

The show opens tonight at 8. The set is incredible.  Everyone’s done such a great job, and all the pieces have come together just beautifully. And after last night, I’m even feeling confident about Ramona. So tell me to break something, and if I manage to stay awake long enough tomorrow, I’ll let you know how it went.

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  • I really have to go pee.
  • The smell of fried chicken makes me wanna barf.
  • I hope I can remember Ramona’s lines tonight.
  • Having people sitting in the audience spaces last night helped.
  • I hated having that meltdown last night.
  • I hope I don’t cry again tonight. That was tres embarrassing.
  • The death masks look uber creepy.
  • Drowning Izzybella is creepy, too, especially when she comes up and gasps for air right when Soleil is gasping for air in the sound cue.
  • The illustrations for La Princessa are just beautiful.
  • O. does an incredible job of going from being an intimidating asshole cop to a frightened little kid in one scene in a matter of about 10 seconds. I feel so honoured to get to work with him.
  • It’s fun getting to do a scene with Izzybella. And I even remember most of my lines in that one! Yay!
  • Speaking of lines, I hope I can remember Ramona’s lines tonight. See, I remember them when I’m in the car. At my desk. Sitting on the toilet. Lying in bed.
  • Mountain Dew tastes good today.
  • I have to go pee.

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I remember the good old days. You know, the days before I knew first-hand what tech rehearsals were. The days when my sister would complain about tech rehearsal and I would listen sympathetically, pat her on the back, maybe give her a mini neck massage and buy her a diet Coke. The days when I’d get off work, go home, play with my dog and eat dinner, watch a movie or read a book, do some writing, do whatever I wanted before going to bed.

Aaaaah. Mmmmm.

Now I know. I know about getting in position and standing there while D. fiddles with the lights. I know about feeling the sweat pouring down every inch of my body because stage lights are HOT! Tech rehearsal makes regular rehearsal look like a day at Six Flags.

Last night we did another full runthrough of the show. I’m the only one who is still calling “line” for virtually every line of one of my scenes. My two other scenes I have down. But there is one scene, yes, the one I wrote, that I just struggle so hard with. It’s so similar in some ways to one of my other scenes in staging, and I hate it. I absolutely hate it. Despite the hours I’ve spent trying to get the lines down, I still don’t seem to be able to do so. I forget the lines, which then has me forget that I’m supposed to be hunched over and limping. I’m the least experienced actor in our EnsEmblE, and last night as I watched the gifted actors around me, I felt about half an inch tall. I felt like one of the ugly little under-the-bed monsters that I scare away for my younger sister in another scene. Inadequate.

Add exhausted on top of that, and we’ve got a recipe for something. I’m not quite sure what. Disaster? Not necessarily. The exhaustion may help me put myself so thoroughly out of my mind that I may do an okay job. I don’t know.  I feel relatively confident about all my scenes but that one.

Anyway, starting today I get to go to Addison immediately after work, which means I won’t get home until exceedingly late. My dog will be very lonely, and very needy when I get home. I’ll be too keyed up to sleep easily, which means it’ll be Ambien time! I won’t finish any unfinished housework the rest of the week (sorry, sugar), no laundry will get done, nothing else will happen except work, a little (too little) sleep, and rehearsal/play.

But it’s almost over. And that’s what I like about tech week. It means that next week I don’t have to go to rehearsal on Monday, Tuesday, or Wednesday night. It means just two weekends of shows, and then I’m done. And since this is the last play of the season, it means a good, long rest before the next one. I’m saying now that I don’t want to be in the next play, but just you watch. I’ll be auditioning for that next play, sure as anything.

Okay, well, I’ve complained quite a bit here, so let me end this on a positive note. Joe’s coming home this weekend! Yay!

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I’ve already rhapsodized over Harry Potter, and don’t want to spoil anyone, so will refrain from further rhapsodies, beyond the occasional “squee,” but I did actually get a few other things done over the weekend, believe it or not.

Rehearsal Friday was, well, interesting? Exhausting? Illuminating? All of the above? I guess I’d have to go with D, all of the above. Exhausting, definitely. I was in a muck sweat by the time we finished, and the bottoms of my feet were caked with black dirt. Definitely made me rethink whether I want to perform the show in bare feet. I was also intensely frustrated to realize that despite the time I’ve spent on certain scenes, I’m still not completely off book. One scene I’m in I even wrote, and it’s the one I’m having the most trouble getting off book on. I have done everything short of getting on my knees and begging for that one to be cut, and would do that if I thought it would work! We had a photographer from the Fort Worth newspaper out to take pictures for part of the evening for a story that’s due to appear this week. Most of all, though, it was good to see how things are coming together. It’s going to be a very good show.

On Saturday afternoon after Izzybella called the umpteenth time and ordered me to wake my lazy self up and pick her up (it was a kindness, trust me!) for V’s housewarming party, I kicked L-squared out, and Soleil and I went and picked up Izzybella and we did in fact go to V’s housewarming party.  It wasn’t, however, at V’s new house. This would be because V’s new house is in another state far away from this one.  It was held at the home of V’s parents-in-law, and was a really fun party. V’s parents catered, and if you’ve never had the good fortune to eat a meal they’ve cooked, oh, my, you’ve truly missed out. They always make sure they have something for the vegetarians in our little crowd, and I feasted on rice and squash with cheese, and guacamole.  I’m really glad Izzybella got bossy, because honestly, Soleil and I could easily have slept all day. And V’s too good of a friend, and we’d have felt like big fat jerks if we’d missed her party.

Afterward, Izzybella and I took Soleil home, and then I took Izzybella home, and then I took myself home, where I proceeded to begin rereading Harry Potter.  I was approximately 3/4’s of the way through the book, bleary-eyed, when Joe called me. He ordered me to sleep until noon the next day.

Ever the obedient wife, I did just that. Well, sort-of. Molly woke me up at 7:30 begging to go outside, so I let her out, read the last bit of Harry Potter, and then went back to sleep until noon.  Does that count?

And Joe frequently casts aspersions upon my abilities to keep house. Justly so, I should admit. I loathe cleaning house. But while he’s been gone, I’ve successfully kept clean the rooms that were clean when he left.  I’ve also begun cleaning some other rooms that needed cleaning.  So yesterday I started work on the guest room–critical, since Mom’s due to arrive on August 2nd. I worked sporadically on that room until Izzybella called and said she was picking me up in 10.

We ran a few errands, ate some lunch together, and had a very nice interlude. She then dropped me back home, and I returned to my chores. I also managed to watch Capote (WOW!) and Notes on a Scandal (also very good) before I’d had enough. No, the room’s not finished, but it’s a lot better. I have about two loads of laundry to wash, some books to put away, and two boxes of stuff that I need to put somewhere but I don’t know where. How do I manage to do that? Amass such piles of stuff? Don’t tell me–I don’t want to know. I just want to be done with it.

Today Joe decided that he doesn’t want me to go to San Antonio with Mom and Izzybella the day after the show closes. Now I’ll freely admit that I wasn’t entirely wanting to go ONLY because I know how tired I’ll be. However, I was very much looking forward to spending the time with Mom and Izzybella. So I was disappointed. I was also very frustrated because I knew that it would hurt my sister to have me back out like this.  But he’s worried about how tired I’ve been, how sick I’ve been lately, how much extra I’ve been doing with him out of town. He’s also frankly been worried about Molly, because she’s been missing him a LOT. She’s not used to him being gone so much, and he is worried that if I pick up and go somewhere for a couple of days that she’d kind of freak out.  And my not going means I don’t have to make up that 8 hours from work–I’ll just go to work on that Monday and not have to work 10-hour days the rest of the week. It’s a mixed bag. I feel torn. Relief on the one hand, and immense guilt and frustration on the other. I hate hurting my sister, who is my best friend next to my husband. It’s put a heavier burden on her to have me not be there, because now she’s the only one who’ll be driving, etc. But maybe it’ll be good. She’ll have some quality alone time with Mom. And just think of the guilt factor! Whenever she wants me to do something, and I start the “I don’ wanna” whine, she just has to bring this up, and I’m her slave!  And when they get back from the trip, I’ll have a good dinner ready. And, Izzybella, I’ll give you a good massage when you get back.  Okay, I know I’m pushing. I’m just trying to make the best of a difficult situation.

So tonight we’ve got rehearsal in Ft. Worth again, but the rest of the week is tech week in Addison. That means long nasty drives, late nights, exhaustion, and we open on THURSDAY! I’ve got to remember to buy dog food tonight, because I won’t get another chance, and we definitely don’t have enough to last until the weekend.

Joe gets home on Friday. I’m glad. I’ve missed him. I think he said he’s going to fly back on Monday, so I get to have him for the whole weekend. Yay! That’ll be nice. Of course, Molly will probably be fighting me for his company. . .

Oh, yeah. One more thing. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. SQUEE!!!!!

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