"Learn How To Tell Someone To Go To Hell, So That They'll Want To Go"

I got that post title from the Emmys last night.
Writers and directors are funny.
They are awkward, strange looking, funny people.
I like them a lot.
And that is really stellar advice.

So yeah. The Emmys. I was happy with most of the winners.
Always happy when 30 Rock wins, because it is the funniest thing on television. Even as big a fan as I am of The Office, I'm sorry, there is just something about Alec Baldwin that cannot be outdone. HI-larious.
And of course, Mad Men won.

And to top it all off Neil Patrick Harris was a pure delight.


This weekend was pretty productive...yeah I guess that's what one could call it.

Friday night rang in the New Year!
Clumsily, sleepily, fell and re-injured my knee.
Top notch, Boyd.

Saturday auditioned for With a Bang at Southern Rep. Had a blasty...(ha. pun actually wasn't intended till after I just read it.)

Then I went and saw AIDA at Le Petit.
What an effing ordeal it is to try and be nice and volunteer for a theatre you work at.
I was ushering upstairs in the balcony, so I could earn my free ticket.
First off, this rather tall man comes over and complains to me about how his legs do not fit in these seats.
"Well, sir, I am just a volunteer actor I suggest going downstairs and speaking with NICK THOMPSON. I'm sure he has nothing better to do than accommodate your gianormous stature."

Then, at 8:08, well after the show should have started I get two ladies and a baby waltzing in trying to sit in their seats.
Well, someone else was sitting there. Two men who were "Subscribers!" who had changed their night from last week to this week bullshit bullshit blah blah. But they refused to move to two other seats a couple of rows back. And of course the ladies start yelling at me to do something.
"I'M ONLY AN ACTOR. I'M VOLUNTEERING. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU WANT ME TO DO PLEASE STOP YELLING AT ME MA'AM!"
Then Jamie the fantastic stage manager starts saying (loudly), "It is after 8. You lose your tickets! You have given those seats up."

It was great.

Poor Nick and Johnathon had to come up and deal with everything.
While Solomon got on stage to calm the restless audience down, thanking them for their patience.

Them musical theatre fans be rowdy!

So yeah, AIDA was interesting. Ab-tastic is how I would describe Keith. With a touch of Billy Idol.
Leslie sounded fantastic. Her solo at the end during her wedding preparations was the best in the show. James was very funny.
Some odd choices here and there.
But the best stuff was the African dancing, and the pictures onstage that Donald created with the gorgeous lighting. It was just a really exceptionally stunning show to look at.

Then Sunday morning, callbacks with Aimee, Seany and Bartelle.
Made me oh so happy to get to be in that theatre with those people all over again.
It was about this time a year ago that my world changed. My whole little theatre life was flipped right side up from Speech & Debate.
And I started my love affair with Ms. Hayes, and those two glorious fellas.
I know I often thank Speech & Debate for the many awards and accolades it brought to me (Because those are the really important things in judging my own personal self-worth), but I'm really, really happy that I have Glaze and Bartelle. The best thing a wonderful director could give you...two lovely friends.

And do not think that I am only writing all that because I know Aimee reads this, it's true. I thought about it a lot yesterday.


And, again, SAINTS WON!

Superbowl.



Yeah. I said it.