My Love Letter for LPT

Let me reiterate what I ended my last blog post with....
2011 can go fuck itself!

Another loss in my life has occurred, this hot day in August.
Beloved theatre I grew up adoring, Le Petit, has unfortunately been handed over to the Brennan's.

When I was a wee girl I would go see every single production at Le Petit.
I still have all of my programs from every show I had ever seen there.
It was my dream to get to play on that stage one day.
My absolute dream.
Many of us who are from here had the notion that if you had gotten cast in a Le Petit production...you had made it in New Orleans theatre.
I, gratefully, grew up, and my dream came true.
I got to perform on that big, beautiful stage.
I got to experience all the ghosts.
I got to sing along with the orchestra.
I got to smoke in the alley on stage left.
I got to stand on the balcony and have people yell questions on why I was dressed so funnily (i.e. my Indian costume from Damn Yankees)
I got to watch Cecile hand sew a new costume in the length of an intermission in the ladies dressing room.
I got to watch the Saints win the Super Bowl in Muriel's!
And so so so many other things that I was given the opportunity to do because of that wonderful theatre.
Mr. Marmalade, Taste, Weird, The Night of the Iguana and Damn Yankees were the last shows i did there.
These are some of the most important shows to me because these were the shows that gave me most of my current friendships.
Taste and Marmalade are the reasons I got to be in The NOLA Project.
Which is my other family.



Le Petit did all of this, and so much more than I could ever express in the written word.
Theatre is the only thing I'm good at.
It's the greatest love of my life.
And Le Petit was one of the places I got to nurture that love.
And for that, I will forever cherish that building and all the people I have because of it.

"Stay: the most charming word in a friend's vocabulary."

Hello everyone.
How are we all doing.
I know...I don't hardly write in this any more...
It's been a busy year.

This summer has been incredibly lovely though, seeing as though I haven't been doing a show.
After Norman Conquests closed, and Romeo and Juliet was postponed till December, I have had a nice little break since June.

That will all be over in August when we start rehearsals for Is He Dead?...which is our co-production with UNO.

Mark Twain farce.

90% of my lines are asides to the audience.

It's going to make me very happy!

So.

With all of this free time I have had I've spend many many hours watching TV on the netflix/hulu.

One Sunday, Kristin and I watched so much 30Rock that hulu actually stopped and a pop up asked me if I wanted to take a break.

Sad.

I have also been watching this past season of The Office over at Yeargain's house.

And last night I finally got to the episode where Steve Carrell leaves the show.

I cried like a small child.

Ugly crying.

It was embarrassing.

I just cannot handle people moving away, or having a friendship be altered in any sort of negative way.

It's really something that has always been extremely difficult for me to cope with.

All those abandonment issues I have, I guess.

And this year...and it's only half way through...has been a rather difficult one in terms of friendships.

Michael died, Zach and I got all fucked up, and now Mark and Andrea are leaving.

And apparently Michael Scott leaving the Office was the impetus for my catharsis....

Mark, Andrea and Zach have become three of my very best friends since Zombie Town last June.

Usually not more than a day goes by without me getting to see or talk to them.

So when things change, I get very sad.

Things between that boy and I have been extremely rough for about the past three weeks...and I have been a big hot mess about it.

I know things will get better, and we will be fine, but I feel like I lost one of my best friends. Being around him used to make me very, very happy.

Now, I just feel sad when I see him, or think about him.

And, again, it will get better, and I will be fine, it just won't be the same...for a long time.

And now stupid Routhier and Andrea have to go and move to Orlando for a year.

I don't know what AJ and I are gonna do without our Tracey's partners.

Mark is one of the most amazingly talented, loving, warmest humans I have ever met.

He's just a big barrel of hippie love.

And I adore him, and all his goodness.

The love I have for Andrea is almost inexpressible.

Who else is going to mock my lack of line learning, and my awkwardness and tell me how beautiful I am all in one sentence?

And I'm pretty sure she's the only republican I've ever kissed on the mouth.

I know it's only for a year, and it's only Orlando, and I'm already planning a trip to visit, but I still like my people where I can see them.

And I can't see my people in Florida.

I don't know why I felt the need to write all this nonsense into the interweb...

I just want them to know how much I will miss them.

I think this is a very obvious trait about myself, but, my friends are my most precious possession.

I'm rather obsessed with them...all of them.

I don't pick good fellas to date, but I pick the best friends to surround myself with.

And I know I tell them I love them every day, and most of them say it back...

But, I don't use that term lightly.

I love them.

So. Much.

And I truly appreciate my friends more than I could ever fully let them know.

So, please, no one else die or move...ok?

I'd really appreciate it.

Oh. Right.

And Le Chat closed.

So, yeah...2011 can go fuck itself.

So much time has passed.

.

Had an amazing Fanny Pack themed birthday bash.
I actually couldn't believe that approximately 40 people bought, found or bedazzled fanny packs and wore them in a public place for an entire evening.
The most useful part of it was that since Mardi Gras was right around the corner everyone just used their fannypacks for the parade route.
You're welcome, everyone.


And I've also been engulfed in theatre land for the past couple of months.....

We were remounting The Night of the Iguana for UNO all during January and February.
Then we got to take a lovely little trip to the sprawling metropolis of Amarillo, Texas to perform our wonderful show on the anniversary of his death.....creepy!
Unfortunately, the day I got there I became insanely sick.
I could barely get out of bed...I felt like I needed to crawl out of my skin.
I couldn't eat anything...and I really only left the hotel to go see other school's shows.
I was beginning to worry how well I would feel for our performance on Friday....
I knew Beau was freaking out silently because James Yeargain was also super sickly with allegies and such.
I finally made myself go to the urgent care in amarillo, which was a whole other level of hell to deal with.
And it only took about 2 hours before they could figure out what to do with me and let me know that on top of everything I was severely dehydrated and thats the main reason I felt like death.
So i got some meds and shots and I woke up Friday morning and I felt like a million bucks.
I ran into Beau's room and said, "I FEEL AWESOME IT'S LIKE A TENNESSEE WILLIAMS MIRACLE. HE DIED ON THIS DAY SO I COULD PERFORM!!!!!"
We performed the show and it was going amazingly. The audience was so involved and with it, it was just delightful to get to perform for people who really understood and enjoyed everything that went into the production.
Unfortunately, as the show went on James' voice started to just go...and as we know, that poor baby never left stage in the show.
So, Beau is in the wings next to me and he's like...
Beau: "Ok....figure out a way to make James drink a glass of water."
Me: "BUt this is the dinner scene, I'm bringing on a drink cart. The whole point of the scene is he is supposed to refuse a drink from me..."
Beau: "Yeah......I'm gonna need you to just make all this work."

So....I made my entrance...walked up behind James and said, "Here baby, have some water...sounds like you need it."
And the audience burst into laughter.
That's the benefit of performing for other performers....they knew exactly what was going on and they knew that had to be done.

The next day we got an amazing response.
So many awesome things said about the whole production and all our work.
It was truly satisfying to have such a lovely response to something we have all worked so hard on for such a long time.


And then in April I started rehearsing for The Norman Conquests
It is I think the hardest thing I have ever attempted to do.
So many lines, so many props, so much blocking.
It makes my brain hurt so much just to think about it.
I generally have a good cry about it once a week.
Rehearsals are going really well, and I think we are in a super place right now....I'm just so overwhelmed.
It's gonna be super hilarious and great though.
The cast is extraordinary and just swell to work with.
I'm going to be very happy for everyone to come see it.
Especially since most people I know are gonna come on the EPIC SUNDAY OF THEATRE.
Which is where we do all three plays of the trilogy in succession at 11, 3 and 7.
AHHHHHH.
Going . To . Be . EPIC .

NOLAProject is doing Midsummer in the Sculpture Garden. It is going to be stunning and funny and great.
I've seen one rehearsal and I am going again tonight so I can judge more thoroughly.
Everything I have seen has been beautiful though.
It opens THIS FRIDAY! And runs all the Fridays in May.
GO SEE IT.
I'm very proud of everyone involved, and super proud that the company is getting the opportunity to do this event.
We are also going to be doing Romeo and Juliet inside the museum in August.
Which I am very excited I will get to be a part of since I am so jealous I couldn't play in the outdoor one...
Even though I would much prefer to be inside instead of rolling around on grass.


So yeah.
Thats about what my life has involved for the past few months.
Whole lot of line learning.
I also enjoyed some French Quarter Fest.
And some Jazz Fest.

I am definitely looking forward to a very long break.....very long.
Can't wait till December.
I don't think my little brain can handle much more....

"It's the metal......"

Hello everyone.
It has been a very, very long time.

3 months actually.
A lot of things have happened in these past few months.
Lots of stupid fun times with all my friends during the Chrismakuh break.
Lots of wonderful plays have been produced and watched.

Including the NOLA Project's Almost an Evening.
We opened two weekends ago and have been having great houses and responses.
And as A.J. so lovingly told me last night...the two shows the company has produced that ended up in the black were the two shows I have been a part of.
So Yeah.
Can't kick me out of the company just yet, fellas.

I've also started re-rehearsing for The Night of the Iguana because it did indeed get moved on to the second round of the Kennedy Center American College Theatre festival.
Which is a lovely honor, and I'm so happy for Beau because his show was quite stunning.
It is just a whole fuck ton of work to remount a show that you did 10 months ago.
And a show that is so intense and line heavy and just a lot of investment for the people involved.
But, it's trucking along nicely.
And we've got six whole days left before we perform it in front of an audience...
We should be so golden.........

We take Iguana to Amarillo at the end of the month.
I can't wait to go there.
I can't really admit that I am excited about going to Texas, but I am.
It's going to be a week of nothing but theatre.
No work, no school, no stress about anything.
Just watching plays and doing plays and scenes and drinking some Rolling Rock.
I cannot wait.

The other major thing that has occurred over these past few months has been something that happened just this past weekend.

And this is where my blog entry takes a turn for the worst.
I apologize.
I just need to get some stuff out of my head.

Michael Tramontin passed away on January 29th.

I have had the amazing pleasure of being friends with MIchael since I was about 13 years old.
He is one of my oldest and dearest friends that I have.
We did tons of shows together in high school.
He and Keith were basically my other brothers.
We were a very inseparable trio.
He was one of the funniest guys I had ever met doing shows at Rummel and we immediately became friends.
I would just laugh hyterically watching him and Keith doing things up on stage, or sitting in the audience next to him.

One of my favorite things we did together at Rummel was the Christmas show our senior year.
We had a lot of amazing sketches we wrote including a Back to the Future sketch, complete with original theme song.
But my absolute favorite thing we did together that year was a Scooby Doo sketch.
I was playing Velma, obviously, and we were searching for the Phantom of the Opera....
And the all of a sudden we found him, being played by Michael, and we just proceeded to sing Phantom.
It was so weird and random and hilarious and the only reason we did it was because we both really wanted to sing that song.
So we wrote an entire sketch around it.
And it was pretty brilliant.

We all graduated high school and Michael went off to AMDA in New York.
I was very sad because he was one of my best friends and I'm very selfish, I like everyone where I can see them.
That summer he came back in to town and we did a Rummel Alumni production of Rumors.
Michael and I played Lenny and Claire Ganz.
We were a ridiculous married couple.
Best on stage hubby I could have ever asked for.
My favorite thing from this show was when Michael is doing this huge two page mono loge at the end of the play...trying to sum up the entire play...he is running down the staircase and he trips over the last step and kind of rips the front off the bottom step.
THat happens, and as we all know, I can't keep a straight face on stage, so I immediately start laughing.
Michael runs back up the stairs and this time when he comes down the stairs he jumps over the last step and everyone on stage just lost their shit.
And everyone in the audience was going pretty nuts.

The next summer we did Hayfever together and played Sorel and Simon Bliss and that pretty much solidified our brother/sister bond.
We had always called each other brother and sister, and the show just made us constantly do it in a british accent.
We were strange kids, what can I say.
I still am.

Michael finished up at AMDA and came back down to New Orleans.
At the time he was getting back in to town we were having auditions for Cabaret and JPAS.
And I knew that the director needed to see some more guys for the show so I convinced MIchael to go to the call backs with me and just sing for Kris.
He sang for a Kit Kat Boy and got cast as the Emcee.
I was so happy and proud of him.
I knew how fucking amazing he was and now all of NOLA theatre was going to realize it too.
The show was, to this day, one of the most fun theatrical experience I have ever been a part of.
I have never felt more of a rock star in all my days....but it was nothing but theatre and having a good time.
And we had a really, really good time.

Then MIchael was asked to be in The Buddy Holly musical we were doing, and play Ritchie Valens.
The show was ridiculous to begin with, and Michael took that role and ran with it.
He would limbo on stage, and every night he would just say the most random things in a terrible latino accent.
The absolute best was on the closing night, the night we taped, so thank christ it is on film, right before he starts singing La Bamba he just says into the microphone "I HAVE SALSA RUNNING THROUGH MY VEINS!"
And everyone lost their minds.

I have so many other amazing stories from other shows that we did before and after that.
But its just too many to share.
I think you get the picture of the type of person he was.
He was simply awesome.
And even though he hadn't been living here for the past couple of years, just sporadically visiting, we still talked at least once a week.
And he always sent me text photos of things he thought I would think were funny or things that reminded him of me.
And I did the same for him.

I have never had a person this close to me die.
When you are as young as we are you don't think your friends are going to go to sleep and just not wake up.
You never, ever think that.
So when I got the news last weekend I was completely devestated.
I still am completely devestated.
I am overwhelmed with sadness.

It's a strange hurt losing a friend.
You kind of just expect family members to pass away.
It's weird, but true.
Not any less painful, but expected.
At least for me.
It is so much harder for me with this because family you are given.
My friends, I pick.
And I pick very carefully.
Let's be honest....I don't like that many people.
And I chose Michael a long time ago.
And I wanted him around for a long, long time.
I always said at my wedding I wouldn't have bridesmaids...I'd have brides men because I have this wonderful male support system in my life.
And now I'm gonna be one short.
And I am just so very sad about it.

I love him so very much.
And he will always be my brother from another mother.
I will miss him every single day.
And I will never look at salsa without getting a little teary eyed.

Wow.....

So.
It has been quite a long time since I've written in this little thing.
A lot of fun things have happened.

I will try to recap as quickly and as proficiently as possible.

I got let go from my job.
I had to start working at my old restaurant again.
And my landlords are selling my condo....so I will be homeless on December 1st.
Awesome.

Those are the non fun things.
On to the swell stuff.....

Had a really fun Halloween weekend.
It also happened to be tech for the UNO show....so I didn't initially think it was going to be too eventful....
But....I was very lucky to get free Voodoo 3 Day passes from Jennie because she had won them and didn't have any real desire to go....so I happily took those off her hand.
So. ON that Friday between work and rehearsal Zach and I went and walked around for a little while.....this was his first festival and the weather was spectacular...so it was quite lovely.
Saturday we were supposed to have an epic Q2Q till 10 that night...but we got done super early, so we headed over and got to see some fantastic bands.
Streetsweeper Social Club....who I had never heard of before...but the lead guitarist was Tom from Rage Against the Machine and the lead singer was a cross between Ludacris and Lenny Kravitz.
And the entire time they were playing he would pause and talk to the audience and say...."We are Streetsweeper Social Club....and we are not just a band....we are a SOCIAL CLUB."
I liked them very much.
We had to leae the set early though because Zach was literally about to pee on himself.
I have never seen a person have to pee so badly in all my life.
And I am including the trip to Disney with Kristin.......this poor boy was about to die.
I kept telling him to just pee in an empty bottle, but unfortunately he is a little too classy for that.
Then we walked over and watched Ozzy for like 30 seconds and then made our way over to watch The Eagles of Deathmetal.
And they were awesome.

The next day was the old Halloween.
I had found this amazing gold lame' dress in the costume shop that fit me pretty darn perfectly....so I figured I needed it for the day's festivities.
Zach was Edgar Allen Poe....he was excited about it...and his mustache.
We went to Voodoo all day and then made our way over to the Saints' game.
Where I had to throw away my entire back pack....because FYI--can't bring them in the dome....even though the purse I carry is bigger than a backpack....couldn't fight my way in with it.
I was a bit angry...but I had been drinking since noon....so I couldn't actually get that upset about it.
The game was awesome.
Thank christ we won.
That would have been a very depressing First Saints Game in the Dome for Zachary.
Then headed down to Frenchman after the game....and then to Mimi's to do some super sweaty awesome dancing with Kaminstein.
Finally made it back home at about 3.....
And then had to go to work. And rehearsal.
I was a slightly unhappy camper.


An Experiment with an Air Pump opened this past weekend.
It has been quite the interesting rehearsal process.
And the show is going as well as it could possibly be going.
And I get to wear the most beautiful costume that has ever been made for me.
It's stunning. Mignon is wonderful.
And makes me feel very pretty.
And British accents are just fun.
It runs this weekend as well...Thurs-Sat @ 7:30 and Sunday @2:30.
Come see it!!!!

And....I guess that's really about it.
Hmmm....I really thought some more entertaining stuff happened since September.
Yeah....that's what happens when you're in a show....life revolves around rehearsals and those are only entertaining to the people directly involved.
So i will stop blabbering know.
I promise I will have some more entertaining stuff to talk about next time.

Oh oh oh.
Highlight of the school year.....?
I managed to get my entire acting class to hide in a stairwell from David Hoover in hopes that he wouldn't come looking for us and just cancel class.
Unfortunately, I started to feel bad after about 20 minutes of hiding and I reluctantly came out laughing and apologizing to Hoover right before he had found us in the theatre.
Have to say I was quite proud of myself.
Very seldom am I the leader in such depravity!

"That date ended with jujubees and no sex."

I'M VERY TIRED.
And I have no one to blame but myself.

The insanity started last Thursday.
SAINTS DAY!
Which started off awesome. Went to class. Everyone at school was super psyched up.
I just yelling "Go the Saints" and hitting Marshall cause I was just so happy!
Finish my last class at 12:30 and head home to make a bloody mary, load up my back pack with beer, and make my way over to Zach's house.
We had planned on going downtown to partake in all the festivities, but as soon as we were ready to leave of course it starts torrentially downpouring.
So, we decide to try and wait it out for a while for things to die down.
While we are waiting we realize that the street is beginning to flood.
Awesome.
Of course Zach, myself and Caleb (his roommate) all have rather lowlying cars.
So we start freaking out because the water is getting way too close for comfort on the car doors.
So the boys move their cars, and then I complain about getting wet so Xach runs and moves mine.
And of course as soon as we move them.....20 minutes later the rain stops.
By then, it was like 4pm...and I refused to try and go downtown at that point because trying to park and find a bar so we didn't miss kick off would be basically impossible.
And suzannah and james had offered to let us come over to their house and watch the game there.
So, we decided that was the best option.
And we all now how that turned out.
Happy we got the W!
But whoa, what a boring friggan game.

So then Saturday we had a Zombie Town show.
We all get to theatre at 9:30ish for a line thru.
The stipulation that was given to us earlier in the week was that we needed to get more than 40 people to come to the show in order to keep performing.
We are all up in the dressing room supposed to be going over lines....but we figure it would probably be way more fun to just wing it.
Ya know...like a 70/30 show.....70% improv/30% scripted.....
So we forego doing a line-thru, and instead just start creating new, ridiculously insane things for our characters to do that night.
We assumed there would be about 10-15 people in the audience, so we figured who cared.
It would be more fun, they couldn't really get mad at us cause it would be our last show...and we had already been given our paychecks.
So really, no downside to this situation.
At ten minutes to 11 we all go down stairs to get ready to go onstage....we get out there to start doing our warm ups....and holy shit....the theatre is full!
I mean, not totally full.....but way more people than we had expected.
So then we all start freaking about because we are totally unprepared and we are gonna look like assholes.
Ah well.
The show was so much fun for us! It was like doing a whole new show.
I could not stop laughing at some stuff.
Glad I'm super professional.
MY favorite part of this show is when I go back to my seat and Gamal and I have this yellking match.
We are all supposed to be making zombie noises while Chris is making a change...
But these noises have turned into Gamal and I (in our zombie voices) just taking food items and exhanging one part of them for brains.
The week before I had one the game by yelling out "Brains and Waffles!!" "Chicken Fried Brains!!" To which Gamal responded in hystericla laughter.
He got me good this past show though, with "Count Chocula Brains!"
But then I retorted with, "Red Beans and Brains! Cornbrains!" Which not only broke him and won the game...but got Andrea to snort all the way up in the booth!
Awesome!
So after the show we were told that there were exactly 41 people in the audience.
Seriously?
The show goes on! Another weekend. We'll see if we can bring in another 41 tomorrow night!

Then Sunday we had a Blue Plate Comedy Show rehearsal.
This is going to be a super fun little show we are doing.
Members from NOLA Project, Cripple Creek and Inside Out Productions are combining forces and writing and performing our own sketch comedy show at Le Chat.
Going to be at 11 on the first Saturday of every month.
So we had a read thru of all the first show sketches, which are going to be hilarious....especially with our host Nick Slie.
We got done there and I went home to attempt to learn my scene for school.
Didn't have time to take a nap....just went over to "rehearse" with Zach.
And by rehearse I mean watch football.
Real productive.

Monday was the day of driving hell.
Went to Le Chat.
Went to work.
Went back to Le Chat for 6x6 rehearsal.
Went to school to audition for the UNO show, An Experiment with an Air Pump. (Sounds a lot dirtier than it actually is)
Finally went to Zach's house to make another effort at rehearsing.
But, ya know, Monday Night Football.

By Tuesday I was so sleepy I wanted to cry.
Went to school where Zach and I finally rehearsed seriously for our scene that we had to perform that day in class.
The scene went well.
I slapped the hell out of him, so that was fun.
And then we went and attempted to nap before we went to callbacks that night for Air Pump.
Callbacks of course lasted for about 3 hours....and of course Zach was on of the two last people there....so I had to stay even longer.
On the car ride home Zach was nervous about the casting....
"If I don't get cast I'm not going to school tomorrow."
Such a ridiculous human.
Went back to his house to wait for the list to be emailed to us.
Every five minutes he would ask if we had gotten anything.
"NO! I will tell you when we do! Calm the fuck down, Rogers!"
We finally got an email and thank christ we were both cast.
Crisis averted.

Last night we went and saw Southern Rep's, In the Next Room.
The general comments I have heard from people is that women tend to appreciate and like the play more so then the menfolk do.
I told Zach this to which he responds..."Oh...so I guess I will really like it, and you'll hate it."
Ha. Ha.
And during intermission we were reading all the symptoms of hysteria, which Zach pointed out included: Random outbursts of laughter, loud laughter, and uncontrollable giggling.
"Aww that's ashame. That's all you. You are definitely hysterical."
To which Ron Gural leaned over and interjected...."just hysterically funny."
Thank you, Ron.

I thought the production was great.
Sets, lights, costumes all beautiful.
And I though it was well cast and supremely acted.
Really enjoyed the lady who played Elizabeth.
And of course I adore Lucy and Kirkpatrick and Morrey.
And Shad was awesome. Including his mustache.
So yeah. Super happy I got to see it.
Go see it!
It plays for another weekend after this one!

And now it's Friday.
And I'm going to pass out.
Just writing about all this made me tired.

And it was probably not very exciting.....but my life makes me laugh.

Then again.....it apparently doesn't take much to make me laugh.
And that makes me crazy.
I'm just gonna go find me a vibrator.


This post is dedicated to the very talented and lovely, Aimee Hayes, my biggest blogfan!

"Are you straight? That's very disappointing."

I know.
I know.
I'm a very bad blogger.
But my life isn't very worthy of writing about right now.
I mean, it has been quite entertaining/confusing/awesome/sad/down right comical for the past few weeks....but I don't think most of it is appropriate for the blogosphere.

The past few weeks have been busy with birthdays and play-going and inappropriate conversations taken place at bars and wine-thrus (which are, in case you can't figure this out, line-thrus whilst drinking wine).

Saw The Fantasticks and it was a weird, interesting little show. I had never seen it before.
Or heard any of the music, which is beautiful.
Nicely done.
Happy I got to see it.
Cliff was awesome.
And Leslie and Keith looked and sounded spectacular.

Also saw Blackbird over at Elm Theatre.
That play is rough.
The material is not the most uplifting and it just is rough.
But Garrett and Becca did an great job with everything.
And the space is a fun new place in town.
So. Good things are brewing all over.

The other show I've seen this month is The Four of Us over at Le Chat.
AJ directed it and Glazebrook and Zach are the two fellas.
It's good.
It's really, really really good.
I'm so proud of all three of those fellas.
Really solid work.
And the play is hilarious and heartbreaking.
Go see it.
They've had trouble getting audiences-which sucks because it is such an amazing show.
I've been helping them furiously promote the show because Mark has been bummed that they aren't getting the same houses that Zombie Town had....
And I've tried to explain to him that he was spoiled doing that show first because that was the easiest show ever to promote.
All you literally had to say was, "a play about zombies and texans" and boom.
You had a full audience.
I've seen the show twice and the first time I went I was obviously enjoying myself too much, so much that the older people in front of me actually turned around a shushed me.
Nice.
So when I went and saw it on another night with far fewer people in the room I tried to stifle my laughter.
Which I did through the first two scenes but, then we got to the Barnes and Noble scene and Sean is so disgusting and hilarious that I just couldn't keep it in.

So yes. I laugh.
A lot when I go see shows.
What's wrong with having a good time and enjoying theatre?

Then this past Saturday we started up Zombie Town again for our late night run.
5 Saturdays at 11.
We had a dress on Saturday afternoon and it was utter silliness.
Zach was just like doing the most ridiculous added things...probably because the poor thing is delirious from exhaustion...but, none the less.
He was on comedy fire that afternoon.
I could not stop laughing the whole run.
Oh. And the fact that Kerry couldn't remember one of her lines in one of her monologues and she just paused for a bit...then started back up again with "sorry. too much acid in college."
Best recovery of a dropped line I think I have ever heard.

So, we had ZACH ATTACK SATURDAY (which is what I like to call the days in which he has two shows back to back because a. that is what I call him in my phone in homage to Saved by the Bell and 2. because it really annoys Andrea. and I think that's funny)
And then after the show we went over to AJ and Sam's joint birthday extravaganza, aptly titled, "Bookends to Tragedy" since their births fall on either side of the Katrina anniversary.
It was quite a lovely party.
Since Zach and I didn't get there till like 1 things were on the downswing and most everyone there was already drunken.
I decided shots were what needed to happen.
And my personal goal of any evening is to get Glaze to take a big shot of whiskey.
Because he is a girl when it comes to his drinking skills.
Like a little girl.
But I made him do shots with me and Sam.
And then I made everyone outside do shots with AJ.
Which ended up being the death of me because I should not do shots of whiskey and chase it was whiskey.
It's just not the best decision.
But it was for the birthday boys.
So yeah.
I guess all that needed to happen.

And then yesterday I didn't really move from my couch.
Well, I baked cookies.
So I moved a little bit.
And James and Suzannah and Zach came over and watched the Emmys.
Which, I have to say, Bravo Mr. Fallon.
That opening number was super fun.
And you weren't annoying the whole time, and you only laughed at one of your own jokes once.

Oh.
And school started back up again.
So that's fun.
I get to take a costuming class and an acting class with Mr. Hoover.
Unfortunately, David forgot to close the class early so too many people ended up being in it.
So he had to divide us into undergrads and grad students. And now we meet on two separate days.
Which I told David makes me feel "less than"....to which he just laughs at me.
But it is a lot less fun since now I can't do scenes or watch scenes with Cliff and PJ which I had been looking forward to.
Luckily though, Zach is an undergrad as well...so I do have him, and Caroline.
And then he tells us we have to pick scenes from early 20th century playwrights.
Miller, Williams, Inge, Odets, O'Neill...blah blah boring boring boring.
And then he says he is going to divide us into partners and I get slightly nervous.
Mainly, because of what Marshall did to me last year in our acting class and the partner he chose for me.
Asshole.

So, David starts with the grad students and finishes partnering them and just looks over at the undergrads and is like, "oh. I guess ya'll can just....just pick your own partners."
Which was far less stressful since I know Zach is good and reliable and we see each other all the time anyway.
The thing that sucks is trying to find a stupid scene because I hate plays from this period.
Everything that is age appropriate are just scenes of two people falling in love.
Or being confused about being in love.
Or being in love with someone they can't be in love with.
BORING.
And the style of this time period is like heightened realism I would call it.
I don't like it.
Not one bit.
But apparently that's why you take acting styles classes.
So you can learn to do styles of acting that you would never normally be forced to do, or choose to do.
Ever.



This wasn't very detailed or funny and I am sorry.
But as Sean Patterson always tells me, "Don't be sorry. Be better."

I promise the next one will be.