"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.

"You're brassy, you're not a bitch."

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