"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.