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!
Monday, November 8, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
"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!
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!
Monday, August 30, 2010
"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.
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.
Thursday, August 5, 2010
"You're brassy, you're not a bitch."
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Friday, July 16, 2010
"Five-Thirty.... Bitch Raping Time"
Wow.
Sorry I've neglected this blog for so long.
I feel like a bad parent.
But I've been keeping busy.
And work has been stupidly busy and that is when I usually get to post stuff.
Anyways.
Zombie Town has opened and been getting really awesome houses every night, and swell reviews written about it.
It has been so much fun to do this show.
The audience is so into it every night, and the characters just keep getting tighter and more ridiculous as the performances go on.
It has been quite a new experience for me to work on this kind of a show for different reasons.
First, I hadn't worked with any of these people before so that was something new and exciting.
Except for the stage manager, Andrea, I've known that whore for a few years now.
I love that she busts my balls every single day, and constantly refers to me as a stage manager's worse nightmare. Which is only partly true...but whatevs
I love her.
But, I have really enjoyed getting to know Gamal, Kerry, Chris, Zach and Mark.
We are just the most loving, disgusting cast I have been a part of in a long time.
Chris and I have even come up with this game for each other that when we are lying on the ground for the last ten minutes of the play we hide presents underneath the curtain for one another to find.
So far I have received hand made art from one of his students, a self help book, my favorite adult beverage(which was the best present ever because he did indeed hide a huge drink under the curtain for my immediate consumption after the play), and then last night I got a foam jet that you can launch at people.
Awesome.
I have given him a belt buckle that says "Guns & Ammo: Protect your 2nd Amendment Rights", Grease the Musical trading cards (which was inspired from a present that Frannie once gave me!), and candy cigarettes complete with fake tattoos on the inside which Chris put on last night.
I love this game.
Comes close to the "I'll give you a $1 if...." game that Frannie, Lynne and I played a lot during Whorehouse and Superstar....and then again in Cabaret.
It's the little things in life.
The other thing that has made this play different from all I have done is that I never really interact with anyone else on stage.
And we all know how much Natalie thrives off of human contact and eye contact on stage.
So it kind of makes me sad that I never touch anyone on stage.
But I have just taken it upon myself to touch both Chris and Zach at points during the show.
And since I'm deaf it has made actually hearing the show really hard since I NEVER LOOK PEOPLE IN THE EYE TO DO ANY OF MY LINES.
My dolphin method of acting has really come in to good use for this play.
So for all the things I love about ZTown...there are two things I really, truly hate.
Because I change my hair so much throughout the play, I must straighten it to make it easier to deal with, since naturally my hair is crazy and doesn't really make sense.
And because I get blood in my hair every night I have to wash my hair every day, which means I have to straighten it every day too.
BOO!
It takes like an hour and I hate it.
I mainly just hate that after all that hard work, I fuck it up with disgusting fake blood....gross.
And the fake blood. The other thing I hate.
I have lots of it on me....like way too much.
And it's really sticky and gross and it feels just unpleasant.
Last night was a real treat though.
Usually, I have some excess blood that gets on my hands and arms...and a little extra on my face.
Well, last night while I'm waiting backstage with the blood in my mouth, I laugh...and blood...goes all over my face and down my chest.
Covering my ladies.
Attractive. Let me tell you.
It looked really cool, I'm sure...and I guess for some demographic, a girl with boobs covered in blood is probably very sexy...but, ugh, it felt disgusting.
So, in the future, should your mouth be filled with blood....don't laugh.
Tomorrow night the playwright comes to watch the show.
I think it's gonna be stellar.
Andrea thinks he is going to hate me because I'm not work perfect.
I keep telling her that my amazing comedy skills and pigtails are going to make up for my lack of being a responsible actor, but she just rolls her eyes and gives me line notes.
And after this weekend Chris will be taking a hiatus from the show.
We have extended for at least one more weekend and he has to go to a wedding in Cali, so JAMES YEARGAIN will be playing his part.
YAY!
I am very sad that Chris will not be here, because he is awesome and swell at his part, but I am pretty psyched to get to play opposite The James.
He came and watched the show again last night and everyone else in the cast is really quite lovely to him, while I am being an asshole and trying to provoke him and Chris to duel...because they have the same glasses, and because James won't be able to grow the same facial hair that Chris has.
It's been fun for me.
Last night, Gamal was like, "OH it must be really nice that Natalie is in the show because ya'll are so close, and basically all your scenes are together and ya'll can work on stuff outside of the theatre."
And James and I are like, "Nope. Not happening. We barely even like each other, and this show is going to go down like a sinking ship because their isn't one ounce of chemistry between us."
I will say, if he fucks this up, Routhier is holding me responsible because I was the one who suggested James.
So. Yeah.
Don't fuck it up Yeargain.
Or maybe he should, I much prefer things that keep me on my toes during a performance.
Other than doing the show I haven't really done anything.
Except play with the people from the show.
We had a Fourth of July party at my house where people climbed on my roof and I got into a shit ton of trouble with my condo association.
Awesome.
Marshall's birthday was this past Monday.
Casino and sushi...two of my favorite things.
And then Marshall did indeed put on children's suspenders.
I had no idea how they fit him, because Zach....who is about 5'5 tried to put them on and they barely fit...and then Marshall who is 6'8 put them on....and they totally fit and don't snap off.
It was a birthday miracle.
This is a silly, all over the place, rather inarticulate post.
Sorry....I'm working on like 4 hours a sleep a night...so I'm a little hazy.
I drank 2 red bulls yesterday and I started seeing yellow lines across everything.
I think I was having a stroke of some kind....or my brain with melting.
One of the two.
But yeah...if you've already seen Zombie Town, you should go see The Wedding Singer at Le Petit.
I can't wait!
Or if you'd prefer something a little more, I won't say important, because zombies and 80's musicals are very important, but maybe thought provoking...
There is a workshop/practicum thing at the Shakespeare Fest for A Streetcar Named Desire with Harkins, Ashley Ricord, Santos and Aimee Hayes.
And Routhier directed it.
I hear good things about all of this.
So go see some plays.
I promise a good time....and if not a good time, at least a big, sticky kiss from me after the show.
PS
ESPY Awards...?
Yeah.
Go the Saints.
Team of the Year and Athlete of the Year for Drew Brees.
I almost cried.
AND PSS
Jeremy Shockey looked all kinds of good with his newly shorn hair.
A little less like "My eagle tattoo with come to life and capture you while I eat your skull" and a little more "I'll beat you with my empty glass that was once filled with a fine scotch."
Sorry I've neglected this blog for so long.
I feel like a bad parent.
But I've been keeping busy.
And work has been stupidly busy and that is when I usually get to post stuff.
Anyways.
Zombie Town has opened and been getting really awesome houses every night, and swell reviews written about it.
It has been so much fun to do this show.
The audience is so into it every night, and the characters just keep getting tighter and more ridiculous as the performances go on.
It has been quite a new experience for me to work on this kind of a show for different reasons.
First, I hadn't worked with any of these people before so that was something new and exciting.
Except for the stage manager, Andrea, I've known that whore for a few years now.
I love that she busts my balls every single day, and constantly refers to me as a stage manager's worse nightmare. Which is only partly true...but whatevs
I love her.
But, I have really enjoyed getting to know Gamal, Kerry, Chris, Zach and Mark.
We are just the most loving, disgusting cast I have been a part of in a long time.
Chris and I have even come up with this game for each other that when we are lying on the ground for the last ten minutes of the play we hide presents underneath the curtain for one another to find.
So far I have received hand made art from one of his students, a self help book, my favorite adult beverage(which was the best present ever because he did indeed hide a huge drink under the curtain for my immediate consumption after the play), and then last night I got a foam jet that you can launch at people.
Awesome.
I have given him a belt buckle that says "Guns & Ammo: Protect your 2nd Amendment Rights", Grease the Musical trading cards (which was inspired from a present that Frannie once gave me!), and candy cigarettes complete with fake tattoos on the inside which Chris put on last night.
I love this game.
Comes close to the "I'll give you a $1 if...." game that Frannie, Lynne and I played a lot during Whorehouse and Superstar....and then again in Cabaret.
It's the little things in life.
The other thing that has made this play different from all I have done is that I never really interact with anyone else on stage.
And we all know how much Natalie thrives off of human contact and eye contact on stage.
So it kind of makes me sad that I never touch anyone on stage.
But I have just taken it upon myself to touch both Chris and Zach at points during the show.
And since I'm deaf it has made actually hearing the show really hard since I NEVER LOOK PEOPLE IN THE EYE TO DO ANY OF MY LINES.
My dolphin method of acting has really come in to good use for this play.
So for all the things I love about ZTown...there are two things I really, truly hate.
Because I change my hair so much throughout the play, I must straighten it to make it easier to deal with, since naturally my hair is crazy and doesn't really make sense.
And because I get blood in my hair every night I have to wash my hair every day, which means I have to straighten it every day too.
BOO!
It takes like an hour and I hate it.
I mainly just hate that after all that hard work, I fuck it up with disgusting fake blood....gross.
And the fake blood. The other thing I hate.
I have lots of it on me....like way too much.
And it's really sticky and gross and it feels just unpleasant.
Last night was a real treat though.
Usually, I have some excess blood that gets on my hands and arms...and a little extra on my face.
Well, last night while I'm waiting backstage with the blood in my mouth, I laugh...and blood...goes all over my face and down my chest.
Covering my ladies.
Attractive. Let me tell you.
It looked really cool, I'm sure...and I guess for some demographic, a girl with boobs covered in blood is probably very sexy...but, ugh, it felt disgusting.
So, in the future, should your mouth be filled with blood....don't laugh.
Tomorrow night the playwright comes to watch the show.
I think it's gonna be stellar.
Andrea thinks he is going to hate me because I'm not work perfect.
I keep telling her that my amazing comedy skills and pigtails are going to make up for my lack of being a responsible actor, but she just rolls her eyes and gives me line notes.
And after this weekend Chris will be taking a hiatus from the show.
We have extended for at least one more weekend and he has to go to a wedding in Cali, so JAMES YEARGAIN will be playing his part.
YAY!
I am very sad that Chris will not be here, because he is awesome and swell at his part, but I am pretty psyched to get to play opposite The James.
He came and watched the show again last night and everyone else in the cast is really quite lovely to him, while I am being an asshole and trying to provoke him and Chris to duel...because they have the same glasses, and because James won't be able to grow the same facial hair that Chris has.
It's been fun for me.
Last night, Gamal was like, "OH it must be really nice that Natalie is in the show because ya'll are so close, and basically all your scenes are together and ya'll can work on stuff outside of the theatre."
And James and I are like, "Nope. Not happening. We barely even like each other, and this show is going to go down like a sinking ship because their isn't one ounce of chemistry between us."
I will say, if he fucks this up, Routhier is holding me responsible because I was the one who suggested James.
So. Yeah.
Don't fuck it up Yeargain.
Or maybe he should, I much prefer things that keep me on my toes during a performance.
Other than doing the show I haven't really done anything.
Except play with the people from the show.
We had a Fourth of July party at my house where people climbed on my roof and I got into a shit ton of trouble with my condo association.
Awesome.
Marshall's birthday was this past Monday.
Casino and sushi...two of my favorite things.
And then Marshall did indeed put on children's suspenders.
I had no idea how they fit him, because Zach....who is about 5'5 tried to put them on and they barely fit...and then Marshall who is 6'8 put them on....and they totally fit and don't snap off.
It was a birthday miracle.
This is a silly, all over the place, rather inarticulate post.
Sorry....I'm working on like 4 hours a sleep a night...so I'm a little hazy.
I drank 2 red bulls yesterday and I started seeing yellow lines across everything.
I think I was having a stroke of some kind....or my brain with melting.
One of the two.
But yeah...if you've already seen Zombie Town, you should go see The Wedding Singer at Le Petit.
I can't wait!
Or if you'd prefer something a little more, I won't say important, because zombies and 80's musicals are very important, but maybe thought provoking...
There is a workshop/practicum thing at the Shakespeare Fest for A Streetcar Named Desire with Harkins, Ashley Ricord, Santos and Aimee Hayes.
And Routhier directed it.
I hear good things about all of this.
So go see some plays.
I promise a good time....and if not a good time, at least a big, sticky kiss from me after the show.
PS
ESPY Awards...?
Yeah.
Go the Saints.
Team of the Year and Athlete of the Year for Drew Brees.
I almost cried.
AND PSS
Jeremy Shockey looked all kinds of good with his newly shorn hair.
A little less like "My eagle tattoo with come to life and capture you while I eat your skull" and a little more "I'll beat you with my empty glass that was once filled with a fine scotch."
Monday, June 28, 2010
"You Can Always Come In My Backdoor"
It has certainly been a while everybody,
And so many fantastical things have happened.
Moonshine Madness was a blasty.
Of course right when I got to the theatre it started typhooning. So I sat in my car for about 25 minutes and watched the water rise up almost to the bottom of my car door.
Then I scrambled out of my car, with electricity rod in hand (umbrella), and took my very expensive shoes off.
I waded through shin deep water and finally made it into the theatre.
Needless to say, I was not a very happy camper.
AJ and I went over our sketch a couple of times.
He, throwing things in, to try and make me laugh.
I think it's a personal goal of him to try and make me break on stage during sketch comedy.
Not real shows. Then he is all business.
But if this is a one time thing just for laughs, he will do anything in his power to get me to crack.
And he is usually quite successful.
We all recall the days of him trying to touch my teeth on stage.
Son of a bitch.
Then, Michael gets to Le Chat from the airport.
Delayed from previously mentioned typhoon.
We go upstairs and he grabs his guitar and we just sit and pluck the song out.
We had never sang it together before, and we had only tried to learn it from the CD.
So, it was a little wonky, and we did it downstairs on stage twice.
One person was so kind as to let us know how terrible we sounded.
Thanks.
Awesome. Stellar.
Totally what I would like to hear right before I have to go sing with a person who makes his living SINGING!
Anyways, we tweaked the harmonies a little bit, made them more pleasing to the ear, and that was that.
AJ and I performed and got lots of laughs, and Michael and I sang our song which got tons of laughs as well.
The best part of the whole thing was that he totally forgot the last lyric of the song, which is the setup to my biggest joke.
I'm sitting there on the stool, and he just keeps vamping the guitar, and I look over, and he's like laughing going "I can't remember the words", so I happily stage whisper the lyric to him...making sure everyone knows exactly whats going on.
It made the payoff even better!
The rest of the evening was grand. We headed over to the bar across from Le Chat, which we called THE DIVE BAR all night long.
Sean Patterson drank a very large blue daiquiri, and sang a lot of Counting Crows and Cranberries to me. It was swell.
And then I almost got in a fist fight with a lady who continually made it known how much she hated Journey, and how anyone who would play Journey on a jukebox should be killed.
The evening was swell, and I thoroughly enjoyed my brief stint as costar to an actual star.
(No worries for those of you who missed it, Michael and I are planning a cabaret for the upcoming season! Something to do with bald guys and half jews.)
Went and saw Macbeth this past weekend with the Gores.
Whole bunch of standout people in that show.
Some interesting things going on.
Like the puppet children, which were horrifying, and I have no idea why they had to be included in this rendition of the play.
Drew Battles was a good Mac. A very solid performance.
His Lady M was way too nice for my taste.
I just think Lady M needs to be a raging, mother of a cunt.
And she was not.
Santos was great, as was AJ and James, and Emilie Whelan as her creeptastic cat witch.
And watching Mike Harkins tell a puppet to avenge his death was a pretty amazing thing.
On Saturday there were the City Wide Auditions held at Southern Rep.
This is the lovely little thing where a bunch of actors come in and do monologues and a song for a bunch of different theatre companies.
I went with Yeargain and Allegra as reps for the NOLA Project.
It wasn't nearly as exciting as we had hoped since the "Robot Guy" from last year has apparently gotten some training.
SO that was a little bit of a bummer.
But the day wasn't all for nothing.
There were a handful of really awesome people.
Like this little guy who did an awesome Glengarry monologue and then sang "Being Alive" really, really well.
He is an adorable, little, pocket-sized man. He should be in more plays.
And one guy did a monologue about Comic Sans....the font.
Hilarious. I want it.
And one woman did a monologue about gutting a rat and smearing the insides on a Christmas card for her boss.
Stellar.
Other than all that fun I haven't really been doing anything except rehearsing for Zombie Town!
Which opens Thursday at Le Chat.
Please please please come see it.
It is very funny.
And my boobs are on full display.
And there is blood.
And mockery of Texas.
What more could you want in a 80 minute show?
Runs through the 18th.
And on Saturday nights we play zombie movies on the projector after the show!
And go see Macbeth if you can, or go see some comedy with Bob Murrell. He is a member of Brown and they perform at the Zeitgeist.
He's hilarious, and adorable and a swell human.
And he is always very supportive of promoting all current theatre happenings.
And he will be appearing in Wedding Singer, which is opening at Le Petit next week!
Which is just gonna be 80s amazingness.
So yeah.
I got nothing else.
Except zombies, literally, on my brain.
And so many fantastical things have happened.
Moonshine Madness was a blasty.
Of course right when I got to the theatre it started typhooning. So I sat in my car for about 25 minutes and watched the water rise up almost to the bottom of my car door.
Then I scrambled out of my car, with electricity rod in hand (umbrella), and took my very expensive shoes off.
I waded through shin deep water and finally made it into the theatre.
Needless to say, I was not a very happy camper.
AJ and I went over our sketch a couple of times.
He, throwing things in, to try and make me laugh.
I think it's a personal goal of him to try and make me break on stage during sketch comedy.
Not real shows. Then he is all business.
But if this is a one time thing just for laughs, he will do anything in his power to get me to crack.
And he is usually quite successful.
We all recall the days of him trying to touch my teeth on stage.
Son of a bitch.
Then, Michael gets to Le Chat from the airport.
Delayed from previously mentioned typhoon.
We go upstairs and he grabs his guitar and we just sit and pluck the song out.
We had never sang it together before, and we had only tried to learn it from the CD.
So, it was a little wonky, and we did it downstairs on stage twice.
One person was so kind as to let us know how terrible we sounded.
Thanks.
Awesome. Stellar.
Totally what I would like to hear right before I have to go sing with a person who makes his living SINGING!
Anyways, we tweaked the harmonies a little bit, made them more pleasing to the ear, and that was that.
AJ and I performed and got lots of laughs, and Michael and I sang our song which got tons of laughs as well.
The best part of the whole thing was that he totally forgot the last lyric of the song, which is the setup to my biggest joke.
I'm sitting there on the stool, and he just keeps vamping the guitar, and I look over, and he's like laughing going "I can't remember the words", so I happily stage whisper the lyric to him...making sure everyone knows exactly whats going on.
It made the payoff even better!
The rest of the evening was grand. We headed over to the bar across from Le Chat, which we called THE DIVE BAR all night long.
Sean Patterson drank a very large blue daiquiri, and sang a lot of Counting Crows and Cranberries to me. It was swell.
And then I almost got in a fist fight with a lady who continually made it known how much she hated Journey, and how anyone who would play Journey on a jukebox should be killed.
The evening was swell, and I thoroughly enjoyed my brief stint as costar to an actual star.
(No worries for those of you who missed it, Michael and I are planning a cabaret for the upcoming season! Something to do with bald guys and half jews.)
Went and saw Macbeth this past weekend with the Gores.
Whole bunch of standout people in that show.
Some interesting things going on.
Like the puppet children, which were horrifying, and I have no idea why they had to be included in this rendition of the play.
Drew Battles was a good Mac. A very solid performance.
His Lady M was way too nice for my taste.
I just think Lady M needs to be a raging, mother of a cunt.
And she was not.
Santos was great, as was AJ and James, and Emilie Whelan as her creeptastic cat witch.
And watching Mike Harkins tell a puppet to avenge his death was a pretty amazing thing.
On Saturday there were the City Wide Auditions held at Southern Rep.
This is the lovely little thing where a bunch of actors come in and do monologues and a song for a bunch of different theatre companies.
I went with Yeargain and Allegra as reps for the NOLA Project.
It wasn't nearly as exciting as we had hoped since the "Robot Guy" from last year has apparently gotten some training.
SO that was a little bit of a bummer.
But the day wasn't all for nothing.
There were a handful of really awesome people.
Like this little guy who did an awesome Glengarry monologue and then sang "Being Alive" really, really well.
He is an adorable, little, pocket-sized man. He should be in more plays.
And one guy did a monologue about Comic Sans....the font.
Hilarious. I want it.
And one woman did a monologue about gutting a rat and smearing the insides on a Christmas card for her boss.
Stellar.
Other than all that fun I haven't really been doing anything except rehearsing for Zombie Town!
Which opens Thursday at Le Chat.
Please please please come see it.
It is very funny.
And my boobs are on full display.
And there is blood.
And mockery of Texas.
What more could you want in a 80 minute show?
Runs through the 18th.
And on Saturday nights we play zombie movies on the projector after the show!
And go see Macbeth if you can, or go see some comedy with Bob Murrell. He is a member of Brown and they perform at the Zeitgeist.
He's hilarious, and adorable and a swell human.
And he is always very supportive of promoting all current theatre happenings.
And he will be appearing in Wedding Singer, which is opening at Le Petit next week!
Which is just gonna be 80s amazingness.
So yeah.
I got nothing else.
Except zombies, literally, on my brain.
Monday, June 14, 2010
"I don't even want a Tony anymore!"
This weekend wasn't really a break....
I had stuff to do the whole time, and all I really wanted to do was sleep.
But that just wasn't in the cards for me.
Saturday was rehearsal with AJ and then BBQ pool party for the Love's Labor's kiddies.
A whole bunch of them came over after the show and Wallace cooked meat for everyone who eats it.
I warned everyone before they came over that they had to be very quiet because it was like 11:30 at night, and I live with old people who like to complain, and there would be a strict no show tune singing policy in place. Sorry.
Everyone agreed on the terms specified and came over.
It turned into this ridiculous game of all of us whispering.
It was especially funny when we would start yelling, but in a whisper.
So, literally, we--ALL THEATRE PEOPLE--never spoke about a slight whisper for about an hour of outdoor quiet cooking and swimming.
I was very very proud of everyone.
Then this heinous cunt comes outside and sits next to the pool and starts chain smoking.
And she just keeps saying that we are going to get fined because she had a big party here two years ago and they got fined for having too many people and for being too loud. And she kept insisting she wasn't "trying to be an asshole"....but her tone implied otherwise.
So, she rudely starts asking, "Who lives here? Seriously, who is it?"
So I say, "I do. I'm the one who's lived here for 4 years."
"Oh well, I live here!"
"Ma'am I never said you didn't. You just asked who lived here, so I was letting you know."
"Well, you're gonna get fined. Like 200 dollars. But I guess if you stay quiet it'll be ok."
"Ok. That's fine."
And then she silently, and angrily smoked her cigarette and went back into her house.
Which is when we all start looking at each other and whispering ...WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ABOUT?
Honestly, no one else even opened their doors, except for this old man who wanted to discuss Mike Huckabee with Andrew Larimer for some reason. Odd. But not angry with us in the least. And that guy was like 80....chain smoking cunt is only in her 30s.
About 20 minutes after she had gone back inside she quickly opened her door again, looked out, leered at all of us, and then slammed the door.
To which Pete's response was, "Shhhhhhhhhh!"
And then he walked by her door and looked through the peephole.
This woman was so angry for no reason.
IT was very bizarre.
We decided we should head upstairs as to no longer be gawked at by crazy cunt.
Everyone left at around 1pm.
A successful Whisper/Meat Party, if I do say so myself.
Sunday started of bright an early with Frannie's Broadway Wedding Shower extravaganza.
I piled into a car with Cherie, Meredith, Lynne and Trina and we headed downtown to the swanky building that Reggie Bush lives in.
It's so hidden down on Poydras that, had I tried to go down there alone, I would have eventually just started crying and given up and gone home.
But we made it.
And the shower was super nice.
Yummy food, and show tune sing-a-longs.
And Frannie got lots of good stuff. And she looked so pretty in her all white ensemble.
And it was actually just really fun to get to watch Frannie enjoy herself, and have people throw her a party, because she is our unofficial group party planner.
She really deserves to have 20 showers...and I have no doubt this is just the first of many many more to come.
Later that evening....
I ended up at Sam's house to watch the awards that we all get very excited for year...
The Tonys!
Boy, was that a rather horrific display of the talent in the theatre world right now.
Not completely, I admit, I am very happy Viola Davis won...and just happy that anyone but Jude Law won in Best Actor category.
I missed the first hour of the awards because I was at Zombie rehearsal, which just gets more and more fun as the days go on.
The cast is very, very funny and I love me some Mr. Routhier.
So I get there and everyone is watching it, and they alert me to the fact that Scarlett Johansson won, and talked for like 20 minutes.
Boo.
I said, fine fine. I figured she was gonna win anyway....but if Catherine Zeta Jones wins...I'm punching the television.
The awards go on....performances happen, some legit people win some awards.
Then...we have to suffer through Catherine Zeta-Jones' rendition of "Send in the Clowns".
Which is a tough enough song to begin with.
Oh. MY. GOD!
It was wretched.
She looked maniacal. Kate Keun and I were just stunned and horrified.
We all booed tremendously when this horrible display was over.
To which Pete says, "You all booed Catherine Zeta Jones more than the BP oil spill commercial, you realize that, right?"
That's an old would, CZJ is a fresh cut.
So then the best actress in a musical category comes up.
This is when I reiterate, if Catherine Zeta Jones wins...I am punching the television.
I thought for sure the gal from Memphis was going to win.
She was favored and I thought her performance was fantastic.
Then they announce that CZJ won and we all yell in amazement and utter disappointment.
None of us could believe that, nor do I think, Catherine could believe it either.
And then she gives the most bizarre speech which ends with her saying, "I'm married to a big movie star who is sitting right there, and I get to sleep with him every night."
What the fuck?
The rest of the awards were uneventful and somewhat predictable.
Whatevs.
Not really impressed.
Tonight is Moonshine Madness at Le Chat.
AJ and I have a very funny scene ready to go, and me and Mr. Cerveris, will be singing a duet, which I'm going to go ahead and guarantee will be better than what CZJ did last night.
And if it isn't, you can take his Tony, and my Big Easy away.
I had stuff to do the whole time, and all I really wanted to do was sleep.
But that just wasn't in the cards for me.
Saturday was rehearsal with AJ and then BBQ pool party for the Love's Labor's kiddies.
A whole bunch of them came over after the show and Wallace cooked meat for everyone who eats it.
I warned everyone before they came over that they had to be very quiet because it was like 11:30 at night, and I live with old people who like to complain, and there would be a strict no show tune singing policy in place. Sorry.
Everyone agreed on the terms specified and came over.
It turned into this ridiculous game of all of us whispering.
It was especially funny when we would start yelling, but in a whisper.
So, literally, we--ALL THEATRE PEOPLE--never spoke about a slight whisper for about an hour of outdoor quiet cooking and swimming.
I was very very proud of everyone.
Then this heinous cunt comes outside and sits next to the pool and starts chain smoking.
And she just keeps saying that we are going to get fined because she had a big party here two years ago and they got fined for having too many people and for being too loud. And she kept insisting she wasn't "trying to be an asshole"....but her tone implied otherwise.
So, she rudely starts asking, "Who lives here? Seriously, who is it?"
So I say, "I do. I'm the one who's lived here for 4 years."
"Oh well, I live here!"
"Ma'am I never said you didn't. You just asked who lived here, so I was letting you know."
"Well, you're gonna get fined. Like 200 dollars. But I guess if you stay quiet it'll be ok."
"Ok. That's fine."
And then she silently, and angrily smoked her cigarette and went back into her house.
Which is when we all start looking at each other and whispering ...WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT ABOUT?
Honestly, no one else even opened their doors, except for this old man who wanted to discuss Mike Huckabee with Andrew Larimer for some reason. Odd. But not angry with us in the least. And that guy was like 80....chain smoking cunt is only in her 30s.
About 20 minutes after she had gone back inside she quickly opened her door again, looked out, leered at all of us, and then slammed the door.
To which Pete's response was, "Shhhhhhhhhh!"
And then he walked by her door and looked through the peephole.
This woman was so angry for no reason.
IT was very bizarre.
We decided we should head upstairs as to no longer be gawked at by crazy cunt.
Everyone left at around 1pm.
A successful Whisper/Meat Party, if I do say so myself.
Sunday started of bright an early with Frannie's Broadway Wedding Shower extravaganza.
I piled into a car with Cherie, Meredith, Lynne and Trina and we headed downtown to the swanky building that Reggie Bush lives in.
It's so hidden down on Poydras that, had I tried to go down there alone, I would have eventually just started crying and given up and gone home.
But we made it.
And the shower was super nice.
Yummy food, and show tune sing-a-longs.
And Frannie got lots of good stuff. And she looked so pretty in her all white ensemble.
And it was actually just really fun to get to watch Frannie enjoy herself, and have people throw her a party, because she is our unofficial group party planner.
She really deserves to have 20 showers...and I have no doubt this is just the first of many many more to come.
Later that evening....
I ended up at Sam's house to watch the awards that we all get very excited for year...
The Tonys!
Boy, was that a rather horrific display of the talent in the theatre world right now.
Not completely, I admit, I am very happy Viola Davis won...and just happy that anyone but Jude Law won in Best Actor category.
I missed the first hour of the awards because I was at Zombie rehearsal, which just gets more and more fun as the days go on.
The cast is very, very funny and I love me some Mr. Routhier.
So I get there and everyone is watching it, and they alert me to the fact that Scarlett Johansson won, and talked for like 20 minutes.
Boo.
I said, fine fine. I figured she was gonna win anyway....but if Catherine Zeta Jones wins...I'm punching the television.
The awards go on....performances happen, some legit people win some awards.
Then...we have to suffer through Catherine Zeta-Jones' rendition of "Send in the Clowns".
Which is a tough enough song to begin with.
Oh. MY. GOD!
It was wretched.
She looked maniacal. Kate Keun and I were just stunned and horrified.
We all booed tremendously when this horrible display was over.
To which Pete says, "You all booed Catherine Zeta Jones more than the BP oil spill commercial, you realize that, right?"
That's an old would, CZJ is a fresh cut.
So then the best actress in a musical category comes up.
This is when I reiterate, if Catherine Zeta Jones wins...I am punching the television.
I thought for sure the gal from Memphis was going to win.
She was favored and I thought her performance was fantastic.
Then they announce that CZJ won and we all yell in amazement and utter disappointment.
None of us could believe that, nor do I think, Catherine could believe it either.
And then she gives the most bizarre speech which ends with her saying, "I'm married to a big movie star who is sitting right there, and I get to sleep with him every night."
What the fuck?
The rest of the awards were uneventful and somewhat predictable.
Whatevs.
Not really impressed.
Tonight is Moonshine Madness at Le Chat.
AJ and I have a very funny scene ready to go, and me and Mr. Cerveris, will be singing a duet, which I'm going to go ahead and guarantee will be better than what CZJ did last night.
And if it isn't, you can take his Tony, and my Big Easy away.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
"We should have glitter blood!!!"
Well hello there everyone.
How have we all been?
Swell, I hope.
Life has been kind of odd recently.
I don't really understand why, when people start dating people, they feel like they don't need certain people in their lives anymore.
When I date people, the ones I like, at least....I want to show off how awesome and funny and talented and great they are to all my friends.
I find some people are not like that....
And it's beginning to become sort of a bummer.
I am very happy that they have found someone to be happy with for the time being...but if that, god forbid, ends....you've alienated a friend that you've had for much longer than you've known this new girlfriend.
This all seems so very high school of everyone...
I'll stop talking about it now...because no one wants to hear about this...but I just think it's odd.
And slightly uncool.
Moving on.
I saw Love's Labor's Lost on their opening night.
The show was stellar.
Really, really enjoyed it.
The boys (Pete, Glaze, Yeargain and Andrew) were extra funny. The ladies were lovely as well, but the boys are just written to be funnier.
And I couldn't quite figure out what the girls, (Laura, Emilie, Claire and Jessica) were all wearing...they looked like the pastel version of Three Sisters.
But they all did an awesome job.
AJ looked like a mechanic, and was very funny as per usual...
Sam looked extra extra dapper with his gray hair....and he has such a good voice for Shakespeare....everything just sounds prettier when he says it in his baritone. Wonderful.
Mark McLaughlin was awesome. And he got shat upon by a bird.
So that was tremendous.
And Kate Kuen was beautiful, and wide eyed and looked super sassy with her newly red hair.
Harkins was also very funny eating his chicken leg and cookies onstage in that ridiculous Ranger costume and mustache.
I liked it all quite a bit.
If you haven't seen it...this is the final weekend.
Thursday through Sunday.
And if you go Saturday or Sunday you will see Glazebrook's understudy, Mr. Alex Wallace.
Should be a very different and stellar show!
So, last weekend the almost entire NOLA Project went and saw a movie called The Room.
It was playing at Prytania as one of the midnight movies.
Pete suggested we should have an outing for this.
I cannot even begin to describe to you this movie.
I just suggest netflixing it or watching clips on youtube.
It made me speechless.
It was like a Rocky Horror type experience.
People dressed up, and their are certain props that you throw at the screen and many many shout outs during the movie.
All those die-hard fans really made this movie bearable.
It is insane....and horrible and amazing.
THEY USE THE SAME SEX SCENE TWICE!
THEY FILMED IT.
PLAYED IT ONCE.
THEN THEY WENT TO HAVE SEX AGAIN.
AND IT WAS THE SAME EXACT SHOT FROM TWENTY MINUTES EARLIER.
INSANITY!
It was a lot of fun to say the least.
Started rehearsals for Zombie Town.
They are beyond ridiculous and fun.
I really enjoy being in a show with a bunch of people I've never worked with.
All new kinds of dynamics.
I don't want to give anything way, but the improv rehearsals we have been having are borderline crazy talk...and somehow totally helping us with the characters and the whole show.
It's going to be pretty spectacular.
I think a lot of people are going to like this show very very much.
As long as everyone gets the joke...
Moonshine Madness is this coming Monday at Le Chat.
I'm very excited to sing and do a scene.
Should be a rousing good time for everyone.
It's a little pricey....but the 45 dollars is all for good stuff.
So if you can come, Monday night...at Le Chat.
Sean Patterson will be there!
If that's not reason enough...I don't know what is.
And now I'm very tired.
My job has required me to come in an hour earlier for the past week and my little body can't handle that.
I don't think I am made to function before 10AM.
I am just unpleasant.
If you want to know what I mean you should ask Beau Bratcher.
He has seen me at 6AM trying to "help build a set", and instead I just took it upon myself to lie in the fetal position and utter, "I'm so unhappy right now I'm either going to cry or vomit."
Nice.
Or during the Much Ado student performance when I sat in a corner and refused to speak to everyone during warm ups.
And David Hoover mocked me the entire time.
I refuse to forgive him for that.
Somehow, when I had to do student performances of Speech & Debate I was somewhat ok.
Probably because I would drink 3 redbulls before each of those to ensure I could make it through the interpretive dancing at 9AM!
Boo.
Theatre should be done in the dark.
At night.
Like the good lord intended.
How have we all been?
Swell, I hope.
Life has been kind of odd recently.
I don't really understand why, when people start dating people, they feel like they don't need certain people in their lives anymore.
When I date people, the ones I like, at least....I want to show off how awesome and funny and talented and great they are to all my friends.
I find some people are not like that....
And it's beginning to become sort of a bummer.
I am very happy that they have found someone to be happy with for the time being...but if that, god forbid, ends....you've alienated a friend that you've had for much longer than you've known this new girlfriend.
This all seems so very high school of everyone...
I'll stop talking about it now...because no one wants to hear about this...but I just think it's odd.
And slightly uncool.
Moving on.
I saw Love's Labor's Lost on their opening night.
The show was stellar.
Really, really enjoyed it.
The boys (Pete, Glaze, Yeargain and Andrew) were extra funny. The ladies were lovely as well, but the boys are just written to be funnier.
And I couldn't quite figure out what the girls, (Laura, Emilie, Claire and Jessica) were all wearing...they looked like the pastel version of Three Sisters.
But they all did an awesome job.
AJ looked like a mechanic, and was very funny as per usual...
Sam looked extra extra dapper with his gray hair....and he has such a good voice for Shakespeare....everything just sounds prettier when he says it in his baritone. Wonderful.
Mark McLaughlin was awesome. And he got shat upon by a bird.
So that was tremendous.
And Kate Kuen was beautiful, and wide eyed and looked super sassy with her newly red hair.
Harkins was also very funny eating his chicken leg and cookies onstage in that ridiculous Ranger costume and mustache.
I liked it all quite a bit.
If you haven't seen it...this is the final weekend.
Thursday through Sunday.
And if you go Saturday or Sunday you will see Glazebrook's understudy, Mr. Alex Wallace.
Should be a very different and stellar show!
So, last weekend the almost entire NOLA Project went and saw a movie called The Room.
It was playing at Prytania as one of the midnight movies.
Pete suggested we should have an outing for this.
I cannot even begin to describe to you this movie.
I just suggest netflixing it or watching clips on youtube.
It made me speechless.
It was like a Rocky Horror type experience.
People dressed up, and their are certain props that you throw at the screen and many many shout outs during the movie.
All those die-hard fans really made this movie bearable.
It is insane....and horrible and amazing.
THEY USE THE SAME SEX SCENE TWICE!
THEY FILMED IT.
PLAYED IT ONCE.
THEN THEY WENT TO HAVE SEX AGAIN.
AND IT WAS THE SAME EXACT SHOT FROM TWENTY MINUTES EARLIER.
INSANITY!
It was a lot of fun to say the least.
Started rehearsals for Zombie Town.
They are beyond ridiculous and fun.
I really enjoy being in a show with a bunch of people I've never worked with.
All new kinds of dynamics.
I don't want to give anything way, but the improv rehearsals we have been having are borderline crazy talk...and somehow totally helping us with the characters and the whole show.
It's going to be pretty spectacular.
I think a lot of people are going to like this show very very much.
As long as everyone gets the joke...
Moonshine Madness is this coming Monday at Le Chat.
I'm very excited to sing and do a scene.
Should be a rousing good time for everyone.
It's a little pricey....but the 45 dollars is all for good stuff.
So if you can come, Monday night...at Le Chat.
Sean Patterson will be there!
If that's not reason enough...I don't know what is.
And now I'm very tired.
My job has required me to come in an hour earlier for the past week and my little body can't handle that.
I don't think I am made to function before 10AM.
I am just unpleasant.
If you want to know what I mean you should ask Beau Bratcher.
He has seen me at 6AM trying to "help build a set", and instead I just took it upon myself to lie in the fetal position and utter, "I'm so unhappy right now I'm either going to cry or vomit."
Nice.
Or during the Much Ado student performance when I sat in a corner and refused to speak to everyone during warm ups.
And David Hoover mocked me the entire time.
I refuse to forgive him for that.
Somehow, when I had to do student performances of Speech & Debate I was somewhat ok.
Probably because I would drink 3 redbulls before each of those to ensure I could make it through the interpretive dancing at 9AM!
Boo.
Theatre should be done in the dark.
At night.
Like the good lord intended.
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
"You gotta know when to hold 'em....."
Hey everyone.
It finally happened.
They day we've been dreading for quite sometime.
The onslaught of summer.
The fact that the weather is now so unbearably hot, that all one can do outdoors is walk from their house to their car.
I am very lucky, and have a pool, so everyone likes to take full advantage of their friendship with Natalie during the summer.
Which is fine by me.
Last week we had a Monday Night Pool Extravaganza complete with Cliff and Kristin singing the entirety of "A Little Fall of Rain" from Les Mis and Alex Wallace cooking steaks, shirtless, while smoking cigars. Classy.
And this past weekend Trina came to visit and sit poolside with her little "peanut", as she so lovingly refers to him.
Porter was having somewhat of a fussy day, but he is still a handsome little man.
And I did manage to hold him, and keep him quiet long enough for his mama to get a quick dip in the watery oasis.
I've been enjoying my last few weeks of nothing to do.
I often will be lounging on the couch, and stop watching The Tudors on my netflix instant.
Sidebar.
Netflix instant is amazing. I never realized how awesome it could be till I got my swanky new iPad, and it has an app for watching all that stuff.
So, now all I do is watch TV series that I can't normally watch.
The Tudors is currently my guilty pleasure.
Everyone on that show is, like, painfully good looking.
Even Sir Thomas More.
Sexy McSexerton.
Anyways.
I've done a lot of netflixing and reading.
But I'll suddenly stop, and try to figure out something more productive I should be doing.
And then realize I have nothing more productive.
Which is kind of a nice feeling.
It's over in a few weeks, though.
I start rehearsals on the 8th, and I'm quite looking forward to it.
Can't wait to work at Le Chat again, and can't wait to work with Mr. Routhier.
Gonna be a swell time.
I went and saw Singin' in the Rain this past Sunday out in the Rivertown.
I have not been to see a show in that theatre in probably 2 years.
Quite a long time, and I almost forgot how funny the audiences are in that place.
They will just talk to the actors on stage, and comment about the plot at FULL VOLUME.
I find that very amusing.
The show was quite charming and delightful.
Abbey and Bob were swell as Zelda and Charlie Chaplin...I just wish Abs had more to do!
Micah, the girl playing Kathy Seldon was very tan. And very pretty, and had a beautiful Disney Princess voice. She did a good job.
Ken Goode was fun to watch. He played Cosmo, and he just kind of looks like a cartoon character in life, so that worked well for the part. His "Make 'Em Laugh" looked down right athletic, and I don't know how he was able to sing and do all that craziness at the same time. I also enjoy Ken tap dancing because you can see him pounding that floor. He was adorable.
Jennifer Delatte played Lina and she was hilarious. I was quite surprised.
Not gonna lie, I've always wanted to play Lina, so I had very high expectations, and she was very funny. Her voice was perfect and she landed all the jokes. And the best part is--Jennifer is a very trained opera singer, so the fact she was playing the girl who can't talk or sing, was quite funny.
And then there is my darling Cliff.
He is just a dream to watch on stage.
He dances so well, and his voice is so beautiful, and I totally believe he could charm the pants off of anyone on that stage or the audience.
And yes, perhaps he doesn't have all the attributes of the stereotypical "Gene Kelly" type, but he's tall, he's super handsome, and he's got the prettiest eyelashes ever.
And who likes stereotypes any way?
Not this redheaded, bespectacled, short, slightly chubby lady.
I'm pretty sure I get parts because I DON'T look like anyone else at the auditions.
Then again, to each his own.
I'm just saying, I think Cliff was swell. And all those little old ladies after the show just went nuts for him.
In more recent theatre news, last night was the 18th Annual Storer Boone Awards, held, as per usual, at Le Chat Noir.
The evening was quite an event. Lots and lots of people. And all people I really enjoy.
Before the doors had been opened Kristin and Laura and I had decided that we needed to weasel our way to the front of the crowd so we could be the first ones in the theatre.
Well, we managed to get in the front, and then the three of us immediately grabbed the coveted corner booth near the door/bar.
We did it. We represented, the three of us, plus the NOLA Project intern, Sara, got the entire corner.
Many people walked by and gave us evil looks for for little ladies holding court in this huge section.
Eventually the rest of the company sat down and we didn't feel like such bitches anymore.
There was a large group of us: Claire, Pete, Yeargain, Suzannah, Sara, Laura, Sam, Cliff, Kristin, AJ, Casie, Shauna, Jamie Wax, Jaci, and myself. And immediately in front of us were Carrie, PJ, LJ, Lisa and SEAN PATTERSON! (Who, by the way, I was beyond thrilled to see. I wouldn't stop hugging him. And the first thing he said to me was that we needs to get some cake, put it in some to go cups and eat that shit! Its a joke we have about the fact that one Mardi Gras we were at a house a party and we both put cake in to-go cups and started eating it with spoons. This is when we realized we'd be friends forever.)
It was a little slow getting started, but once it did it was off and running.
The category we were looking forward to the most was Best Supporting Actor in a Comedy. The nominees were: AJ, Yeargain, Bartelle, Sam and Michael Sullivan.
We joked with Michael before hand, that if he wins he would single-handedly defeat the entire NOLA Project.
The award comes up, and of course, Mr. Sullivan won!
Congrats to him for a hilarious victory.
Things continued, everyone around me got more wasted.
And Jamie Wax is a terrible terrible influence on me. We cannot sit next to each other at these things, we just talk, and comment and gossip the whole time. It's terrible.
Especially when PJ and LJ have to turn around and tell us to shut the hell up.
I blame Wax. Completely.
His Fault!
Dennis Assaf got the Lifetime Achievement award. Which was lovely, and quite nice for him....even though he really isn't old.
But, everyone in the community agrees, he has the hair styling of Kenny Rogers. I think even Dennis can agree to that.
So when he went up there, PJ ran back to our booth and just quietly sang, "You gotta know when to hold 'em....."
And I lost my mind. As did everyone at the table so we were all like kids in church trying not to laugh out loud as this poor man is giving his speech.
Sorry Dennis. We all love you!
Brief rundown of the awards:
Laura Jean won Best Stage Manager. Because she is. The damn award should be named after her.
Cecile won Best Costumer. I was hoping somehow Shauna would edge her out...but, if my bestie can't win, CC is my next pick!
David Hoover won Best Director of a musical. Yay!
Carrie won Best Choreo for Damn Yankees....wish she would have tied with Frannie!
Trina FINALLY won an award for Best Supporting Actress in a Drama for King Lear. I happily took that home for her, seeing as everyone thought it fitting for me to give her the award, I have it in my custody! Perhaps I will give it to her.....mwhahahaha.
Taste won Best Original Play which was awesome and kind of a surprise, seeing as though is was up against tour de force, Loup Garou.
AJ won Best Actor in a comedy for Marmalade and Andrew won Best Director of a Comedy for Marmalade!
My category was filled with all kinds of goodness like Claire Gresham for Taste and Lisa Picone for Valley of the Dolls.
Before the show Lisa said she hoped we tied.
Sucker.
Our category came up and my name was announced and it was the loudest applause and hollering I've ever heard. I've never felt so loved. I really almost teared up.
Pathetic, I know.
I kept making evil faces and Claire and Lisa...and then Chrissy and Mike Harkins announced that I had won.
Double the fun, my peers think I'm funny, and Chrissy and Mike gave me the award.
The Storer Boone's are kind of my favorite because I think it is very lovely that the community votes on them, and I think it is a very nice gesture that we all appreciate the work of one another.
I made my speech, thanked everyone, and said I was really happy that Lisa and I didn't tie.
Class class class.
The big awards were all that was left.
Mr. Marmalade has been a big loser in the Best Comedy category all season.
It wins the acting awards, but then can't take home the big prize.
So...we weren't really expecting for anything different last night, especially since those damn Running With Scissors people always win!!!!
But, alas, WE WON BEST COMEDY!
Yay!
We were so surprised we didn't know what to do.
Since I had been up, and AJ had gone up twice, and Yeargain accepted on behalf of Larimer, Sam went up and accepted for the show! YAY!
We're funny, us!
I think a good time was had by all.
It was a lovely way to close out this year of awards.
I haven't done anything funny in 2010, yet....so...I don't think I'll be defending my title 3 years in a row....
Perhaps I'll take a turn into Drama-town.....?
Or maybe I'll get back to my roots and do a damn musical?
I think that Chase Kamata needs to be taken down a notch....heh.
And on a plugging note:
Love's Labour's Lost opens this weekend for the Tulane Shakespeare Festival.
Go see it! It's a co-production with NOLA Project.
Hugely talented cast.
And poop jokes.
Win win.
It finally happened.
They day we've been dreading for quite sometime.
The onslaught of summer.
The fact that the weather is now so unbearably hot, that all one can do outdoors is walk from their house to their car.
I am very lucky, and have a pool, so everyone likes to take full advantage of their friendship with Natalie during the summer.
Which is fine by me.
Last week we had a Monday Night Pool Extravaganza complete with Cliff and Kristin singing the entirety of "A Little Fall of Rain" from Les Mis and Alex Wallace cooking steaks, shirtless, while smoking cigars. Classy.
And this past weekend Trina came to visit and sit poolside with her little "peanut", as she so lovingly refers to him.
Porter was having somewhat of a fussy day, but he is still a handsome little man.
And I did manage to hold him, and keep him quiet long enough for his mama to get a quick dip in the watery oasis.
I've been enjoying my last few weeks of nothing to do.
I often will be lounging on the couch, and stop watching The Tudors on my netflix instant.
Sidebar.
Netflix instant is amazing. I never realized how awesome it could be till I got my swanky new iPad, and it has an app for watching all that stuff.
So, now all I do is watch TV series that I can't normally watch.
The Tudors is currently my guilty pleasure.
Everyone on that show is, like, painfully good looking.
Even Sir Thomas More.
Sexy McSexerton.
Anyways.
I've done a lot of netflixing and reading.
But I'll suddenly stop, and try to figure out something more productive I should be doing.
And then realize I have nothing more productive.
Which is kind of a nice feeling.
It's over in a few weeks, though.
I start rehearsals on the 8th, and I'm quite looking forward to it.
Can't wait to work at Le Chat again, and can't wait to work with Mr. Routhier.
Gonna be a swell time.
I went and saw Singin' in the Rain this past Sunday out in the Rivertown.
I have not been to see a show in that theatre in probably 2 years.
Quite a long time, and I almost forgot how funny the audiences are in that place.
They will just talk to the actors on stage, and comment about the plot at FULL VOLUME.
I find that very amusing.
The show was quite charming and delightful.
Abbey and Bob were swell as Zelda and Charlie Chaplin...I just wish Abs had more to do!
Micah, the girl playing Kathy Seldon was very tan. And very pretty, and had a beautiful Disney Princess voice. She did a good job.
Ken Goode was fun to watch. He played Cosmo, and he just kind of looks like a cartoon character in life, so that worked well for the part. His "Make 'Em Laugh" looked down right athletic, and I don't know how he was able to sing and do all that craziness at the same time. I also enjoy Ken tap dancing because you can see him pounding that floor. He was adorable.
Jennifer Delatte played Lina and she was hilarious. I was quite surprised.
Not gonna lie, I've always wanted to play Lina, so I had very high expectations, and she was very funny. Her voice was perfect and she landed all the jokes. And the best part is--Jennifer is a very trained opera singer, so the fact she was playing the girl who can't talk or sing, was quite funny.
And then there is my darling Cliff.
He is just a dream to watch on stage.
He dances so well, and his voice is so beautiful, and I totally believe he could charm the pants off of anyone on that stage or the audience.
And yes, perhaps he doesn't have all the attributes of the stereotypical "Gene Kelly" type, but he's tall, he's super handsome, and he's got the prettiest eyelashes ever.
And who likes stereotypes any way?
Not this redheaded, bespectacled, short, slightly chubby lady.
I'm pretty sure I get parts because I DON'T look like anyone else at the auditions.
Then again, to each his own.
I'm just saying, I think Cliff was swell. And all those little old ladies after the show just went nuts for him.
In more recent theatre news, last night was the 18th Annual Storer Boone Awards, held, as per usual, at Le Chat Noir.
The evening was quite an event. Lots and lots of people. And all people I really enjoy.
Before the doors had been opened Kristin and Laura and I had decided that we needed to weasel our way to the front of the crowd so we could be the first ones in the theatre.
Well, we managed to get in the front, and then the three of us immediately grabbed the coveted corner booth near the door/bar.
We did it. We represented, the three of us, plus the NOLA Project intern, Sara, got the entire corner.
Many people walked by and gave us evil looks for for little ladies holding court in this huge section.
Eventually the rest of the company sat down and we didn't feel like such bitches anymore.
There was a large group of us: Claire, Pete, Yeargain, Suzannah, Sara, Laura, Sam, Cliff, Kristin, AJ, Casie, Shauna, Jamie Wax, Jaci, and myself. And immediately in front of us were Carrie, PJ, LJ, Lisa and SEAN PATTERSON! (Who, by the way, I was beyond thrilled to see. I wouldn't stop hugging him. And the first thing he said to me was that we needs to get some cake, put it in some to go cups and eat that shit! Its a joke we have about the fact that one Mardi Gras we were at a house a party and we both put cake in to-go cups and started eating it with spoons. This is when we realized we'd be friends forever.)
It was a little slow getting started, but once it did it was off and running.
The category we were looking forward to the most was Best Supporting Actor in a Comedy. The nominees were: AJ, Yeargain, Bartelle, Sam and Michael Sullivan.
We joked with Michael before hand, that if he wins he would single-handedly defeat the entire NOLA Project.
The award comes up, and of course, Mr. Sullivan won!
Congrats to him for a hilarious victory.
Things continued, everyone around me got more wasted.
And Jamie Wax is a terrible terrible influence on me. We cannot sit next to each other at these things, we just talk, and comment and gossip the whole time. It's terrible.
Especially when PJ and LJ have to turn around and tell us to shut the hell up.
I blame Wax. Completely.
His Fault!
Dennis Assaf got the Lifetime Achievement award. Which was lovely, and quite nice for him....even though he really isn't old.
But, everyone in the community agrees, he has the hair styling of Kenny Rogers. I think even Dennis can agree to that.
So when he went up there, PJ ran back to our booth and just quietly sang, "You gotta know when to hold 'em....."
And I lost my mind. As did everyone at the table so we were all like kids in church trying not to laugh out loud as this poor man is giving his speech.
Sorry Dennis. We all love you!
Brief rundown of the awards:
Laura Jean won Best Stage Manager. Because she is. The damn award should be named after her.
Cecile won Best Costumer. I was hoping somehow Shauna would edge her out...but, if my bestie can't win, CC is my next pick!
David Hoover won Best Director of a musical. Yay!
Carrie won Best Choreo for Damn Yankees....wish she would have tied with Frannie!
Trina FINALLY won an award for Best Supporting Actress in a Drama for King Lear. I happily took that home for her, seeing as everyone thought it fitting for me to give her the award, I have it in my custody! Perhaps I will give it to her.....mwhahahaha.
Taste won Best Original Play which was awesome and kind of a surprise, seeing as though is was up against tour de force, Loup Garou.
AJ won Best Actor in a comedy for Marmalade and Andrew won Best Director of a Comedy for Marmalade!
My category was filled with all kinds of goodness like Claire Gresham for Taste and Lisa Picone for Valley of the Dolls.
Before the show Lisa said she hoped we tied.
Sucker.
Our category came up and my name was announced and it was the loudest applause and hollering I've ever heard. I've never felt so loved. I really almost teared up.
Pathetic, I know.
I kept making evil faces and Claire and Lisa...and then Chrissy and Mike Harkins announced that I had won.
Double the fun, my peers think I'm funny, and Chrissy and Mike gave me the award.
The Storer Boone's are kind of my favorite because I think it is very lovely that the community votes on them, and I think it is a very nice gesture that we all appreciate the work of one another.
I made my speech, thanked everyone, and said I was really happy that Lisa and I didn't tie.
Class class class.
The big awards were all that was left.
Mr. Marmalade has been a big loser in the Best Comedy category all season.
It wins the acting awards, but then can't take home the big prize.
So...we weren't really expecting for anything different last night, especially since those damn Running With Scissors people always win!!!!
But, alas, WE WON BEST COMEDY!
Yay!
We were so surprised we didn't know what to do.
Since I had been up, and AJ had gone up twice, and Yeargain accepted on behalf of Larimer, Sam went up and accepted for the show! YAY!
We're funny, us!
I think a good time was had by all.
It was a lovely way to close out this year of awards.
I haven't done anything funny in 2010, yet....so...I don't think I'll be defending my title 3 years in a row....
Perhaps I'll take a turn into Drama-town.....?
Or maybe I'll get back to my roots and do a damn musical?
I think that Chase Kamata needs to be taken down a notch....heh.
And on a plugging note:
Love's Labour's Lost opens this weekend for the Tulane Shakespeare Festival.
Go see it! It's a co-production with NOLA Project.
Hugely talented cast.
And poop jokes.
Win win.
Friday, May 14, 2010
Roe Balls!
Today is an awesome day.
I'm so giddy with excitement.
Unfortunately, my excitement has to be kept hush hush for a few more days.
But I've already squealed in a public place twice today.
So. Yeah.
I think the evening I had is just rolling over into today!
Got to hang out with my favorite "soon to be married lady", Ms. Rosenberg.
We went to Vega Tapas and had a feast, like every single time I go to that place.
It is so yummy, and underrated.
We had an apple and brie salad, gazpacho with crab meat, cheese plate, carp roe dip, a lobster and avocado stack, and the dessert waffle.
Delicious.
It was very lovely to hear all about the wedding plans and shoes and dresses and such.
It's going to be a killer wedding.
As PJ said, "Knowing Frannie, she'll probably give US presents just for coming."
Which is very true.
Oh! And I got to be the first to see the Save the Dates.
And they are perfectly Frannie-like.
The only downside to the evening was the fact that my car didn't start while waiting for Frannie.
So the old AAA had to come out and jump me, except when they came out to jump me I tried one last time to start the car, and of course it worked.
Very odd.
I got Fifi checked out this morning and they said her battery was just fine.
So, don't really know what all that was about.
I guess sometimes our batteries just need a little break from life.
And, when I got to work today...
A lady who was a raging cunt to me yesterday on the phone, and said I was a useless little girl, called to apologize for being so mean to me.
The apocalypse is surely near us.
This weekend should be equally stellar.
Tonight Beau and Chrissy are graduating from Grad school!
Huzzah!
And then Sunday will be a day of pool hanging, Project planning, and seeing Lisa's cabaret at Le Chat.
I'd like to go to Lenny Kravitz's Gulf Coast concert thing, but I think lounging is going to take precedence.
PS.
I read this great book called, I Don't Care About Your Band, by Julie Klausner.
She is one of my favorite funny ladies and bloggers.
The book is great.
Very girly.
All about the terrible and ridiculous men she has had in her life.
And all about her love of musical theatre.
And she is a redheaded jewish girl.
I want to be her best friend.
PSS.
Speaking of fabulous red heads I would like to be best friends with.
Mad Men.
Season 4.
July 25.
Solid.
I'm so giddy with excitement.
Unfortunately, my excitement has to be kept hush hush for a few more days.
But I've already squealed in a public place twice today.
So. Yeah.
I think the evening I had is just rolling over into today!
Got to hang out with my favorite "soon to be married lady", Ms. Rosenberg.
We went to Vega Tapas and had a feast, like every single time I go to that place.
It is so yummy, and underrated.
We had an apple and brie salad, gazpacho with crab meat, cheese plate, carp roe dip, a lobster and avocado stack, and the dessert waffle.
Delicious.
It was very lovely to hear all about the wedding plans and shoes and dresses and such.
It's going to be a killer wedding.
As PJ said, "Knowing Frannie, she'll probably give US presents just for coming."
Which is very true.
Oh! And I got to be the first to see the Save the Dates.
And they are perfectly Frannie-like.
The only downside to the evening was the fact that my car didn't start while waiting for Frannie.
So the old AAA had to come out and jump me, except when they came out to jump me I tried one last time to start the car, and of course it worked.
Very odd.
I got Fifi checked out this morning and they said her battery was just fine.
So, don't really know what all that was about.
I guess sometimes our batteries just need a little break from life.
And, when I got to work today...
A lady who was a raging cunt to me yesterday on the phone, and said I was a useless little girl, called to apologize for being so mean to me.
The apocalypse is surely near us.
This weekend should be equally stellar.
Tonight Beau and Chrissy are graduating from Grad school!
Huzzah!
And then Sunday will be a day of pool hanging, Project planning, and seeing Lisa's cabaret at Le Chat.
I'd like to go to Lenny Kravitz's Gulf Coast concert thing, but I think lounging is going to take precedence.
PS.
I read this great book called, I Don't Care About Your Band, by Julie Klausner.
She is one of my favorite funny ladies and bloggers.
The book is great.
Very girly.
All about the terrible and ridiculous men she has had in her life.
And all about her love of musical theatre.
And she is a redheaded jewish girl.
I want to be her best friend.
PSS.
Speaking of fabulous red heads I would like to be best friends with.
Mad Men.
Season 4.
July 25.
Solid.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
"YOU ARE NOT BOXED WINE!"
Ah. Life.
This year is going by so quickly.
I finished my spring semester of school last week.
And now I have nothing to do but work.
And go see all my wondrous friends in spectacular shows.
A few weeks ago I saw Our Town at UNO.
A show I normally hate, but the production was great.
Caroline made me tear up.
I rarely feel anything when I see that play, so bravo for making the 3rd act actually mean something.
Good job Mr. Hoover, you got me to not hate this play for once!
I also saw Grey Gardens this weekend at Le Petit.
The show was solid and lovely.
The costumes are to die for.
Cecile did an AMAZING job.
The cast is great. Kristin and Wallace make a fabulous pair.
Vatican is so ridiculous and sassy and enjoyable.
Janet Shea makes me laugh hysterically, and breaks my heart all in a matter of her saying one line.
She's amazing.
Leslie also does a great job with her beast of a role.
And it is always a pleasure to watch Kris Shaw work.
And even more of a pleasure to talk with him for hours after wards, and have him regale all your friends with how he used to get you and your boyfriend and all the rest of the cast falling down drunk at Sidelines.
Thanks, Kris....very classy.
Everyone go see Cliff and Abbey and Bob in Singin' in the Rain out at that Rivertown.
Who wouldn't want to look at Cliff in vintage suits and listen to him sing Gene Kelly music?
Sounds like a night of perfection.
I can't wait.
And Lisa is doing her Peggy Lee cabaret at Le Chat this weekend as well.
Lots and lots of things to go see.
I have extremely talented and in demand friends, what can I say.
Speaking of talented and in demand....
I got to attend the Marquee awards with two of my favorite fellas last night: Mr. Wax and Mr. Dudley.
The Marquee awards are quite a spectacular thing.
Jay Stanley loves theatre, and appreciates what we do for the community so much, that it is swell to be recognized by a person who really loves the stuff.
I especially like it when there is a tie.
Last night there were 3 ties, I do believe, to which Jay just casually mentions, "I couldn't make up my mind."
It was stellar.
I really wanted my category to end up in a tie, but alas, I won all by my lonesome, and defended my title in Comedy for the Marquees.
It also happened to be the UNO banquet on the other side of the Marigny, so I got to hit two award show birds with one stone.
I, of course, lost my Best Actress award for the third year in a row.
Damn you Chrissy Garrett, damn you.
Wax and Sam came and crashed that side with me and we people watched and listened to the crazy cowboy band that was very good.
My favorite comment for the night from my two dates was them trying to compare me and the men I date to wines:
"Natalie, you are an aged, 1985, full bodied, red wine....and you continue to find these guys who only drink boxed wine. YOU ARE NOT A BOXED WINE!"
Then we went to Dino's and met up with Cliff, Bob and Abbey and talked about the future of theatre in New Orleans.
We would all like to not have day jobs.
So let's make this happen.
Other awesome things that happened since I last wrote:
My brother graduated from Loyola.
Drew Brees was the speaker.
He accidentally said sex while referring to Ellen Degeneres.
Awesome.
Saw Iron Man 2.
RDjr and Sam Rockwell are amazing.
The movie is super fun.
Watching the movie next to James Yeargain who is RDjr's long, lost brother....even more fun.
I love that James and I have our summer movie blockbuster midnight showing at Prytania tradition.
Last year we had Star Trek and Transformers 2.
We've been looking forward to Iron Man 2 for quite some time. And it definitely did not disappoint.
And the fight scene Scarlett Jo has as Black Window is pretty spectacular, too.
On Treme, John Goodman finally gave the infamous Ashley Morris blog rant.
Complete with Fuck you, you fucking fucks.
Made my life.
This year is going by so quickly.
I finished my spring semester of school last week.
And now I have nothing to do but work.
And go see all my wondrous friends in spectacular shows.
A few weeks ago I saw Our Town at UNO.
A show I normally hate, but the production was great.
Caroline made me tear up.
I rarely feel anything when I see that play, so bravo for making the 3rd act actually mean something.
Good job Mr. Hoover, you got me to not hate this play for once!
I also saw Grey Gardens this weekend at Le Petit.
The show was solid and lovely.
The costumes are to die for.
Cecile did an AMAZING job.
The cast is great. Kristin and Wallace make a fabulous pair.
Vatican is so ridiculous and sassy and enjoyable.
Janet Shea makes me laugh hysterically, and breaks my heart all in a matter of her saying one line.
She's amazing.
Leslie also does a great job with her beast of a role.
And it is always a pleasure to watch Kris Shaw work.
And even more of a pleasure to talk with him for hours after wards, and have him regale all your friends with how he used to get you and your boyfriend and all the rest of the cast falling down drunk at Sidelines.
Thanks, Kris....very classy.
Everyone go see Cliff and Abbey and Bob in Singin' in the Rain out at that Rivertown.
Who wouldn't want to look at Cliff in vintage suits and listen to him sing Gene Kelly music?
Sounds like a night of perfection.
I can't wait.
And Lisa is doing her Peggy Lee cabaret at Le Chat this weekend as well.
Lots and lots of things to go see.
I have extremely talented and in demand friends, what can I say.
Speaking of talented and in demand....
I got to attend the Marquee awards with two of my favorite fellas last night: Mr. Wax and Mr. Dudley.
The Marquee awards are quite a spectacular thing.
Jay Stanley loves theatre, and appreciates what we do for the community so much, that it is swell to be recognized by a person who really loves the stuff.
I especially like it when there is a tie.
Last night there were 3 ties, I do believe, to which Jay just casually mentions, "I couldn't make up my mind."
It was stellar.
I really wanted my category to end up in a tie, but alas, I won all by my lonesome, and defended my title in Comedy for the Marquees.
It also happened to be the UNO banquet on the other side of the Marigny, so I got to hit two award show birds with one stone.
I, of course, lost my Best Actress award for the third year in a row.
Damn you Chrissy Garrett, damn you.
Wax and Sam came and crashed that side with me and we people watched and listened to the crazy cowboy band that was very good.
My favorite comment for the night from my two dates was them trying to compare me and the men I date to wines:
"Natalie, you are an aged, 1985, full bodied, red wine....and you continue to find these guys who only drink boxed wine. YOU ARE NOT A BOXED WINE!"
Then we went to Dino's and met up with Cliff, Bob and Abbey and talked about the future of theatre in New Orleans.
We would all like to not have day jobs.
So let's make this happen.
Other awesome things that happened since I last wrote:
My brother graduated from Loyola.
Drew Brees was the speaker.
He accidentally said sex while referring to Ellen Degeneres.
Awesome.
Saw Iron Man 2.
RDjr and Sam Rockwell are amazing.
The movie is super fun.
Watching the movie next to James Yeargain who is RDjr's long, lost brother....even more fun.
I love that James and I have our summer movie blockbuster midnight showing at Prytania tradition.
Last year we had Star Trek and Transformers 2.
We've been looking forward to Iron Man 2 for quite some time. And it definitely did not disappoint.
And the fight scene Scarlett Jo has as Black Window is pretty spectacular, too.
On Treme, John Goodman finally gave the infamous Ashley Morris blog rant.
Complete with Fuck you, you fucking fucks.
Made my life.
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