Time for another entry
SOOO... Richie and I went to Arcadia at Mad Cow tonight... now, last night. It was- brilliant, to say the very least. Well, I mean, Stoppard and a bunch of really really great actors- you do the math. Haha- that's funny cuz the play is a little about really complex mathematics... never mind.
So I got to visit with my Jay Becker and my Richie in the same night! It was beautiful!! We headed out to this little bar that I'd never been to because Pine St and Maui Jacks were both not serving food and Jay was hungry, and we ate some cajun tater tots at this one place. Anyway, Richard is a complete doll for letting me stay later to talk to Jay, because he had to drive me home, and go to work in a few hours. So, thanks you crazy PR, whenever you may read this.
Also- I bought my prom dress today- it's not what you're expecting at all. Believe me. I would never have expected to buy it. But it's kind of old hollywood. And very bright, in a very non-Maria sort of way. You'll just have to see, now won't you? Stephen picked it out. Haha. Oh yes, and spent a fun filled day with Stephen and Ashley in Orlando.
Now, this play I saw tonight- it reminded me of my good old times in the Mad Cow pasture... and I felt sadly reminiscent. I had this idea that Mad Cow was disintegrating- but this play was beautiful, the actors were beautiful, costumes, everything, was beautiful. The house was almost packed, if not full (I didn't check)- but I had this notion that all that I knew last year was coming to a slow painful halt. And it's not, at least, not from an outsider's perspective. It almost makes me wish I had more to do with the cows. But then, part of that experience was so emotional, I don't think I could do it again. For instance- you notice how I'm writing this entry at 2-o-dark-30 in the morning? Well, this is all I did last year in Feb-April- not sleep, and instead after rehearsal in Orlando, drive home for an hour then email or write ljs because the play and the life surrounding the play made me think and feel and discover SO MUCH, I could NOT sleep. Just like now, this incredible play, and these incredible people- it makes me yearn for the passion that I know some theatre people have. Lately, I have been lacking in the passion- because of musicals like A... My Name is Alice. Not a bad show- just not a thinker. Not a feeler- not a buckle your seat belt your in for a bumpy ride, kind of play. Not a this may take three hours but we're gonna get to the bottom of this dammit, kind of play. Passionate plays done by passionate people are sooooo my thing.
I'm so almost completely ready to tie off this package of high school into a neat little UPS box and send it to my storage closet- then pack my bag of Goodwill sweaters and coats, and stamp on the pavement of NYC to get the attention of the world- and do plays like this- this full of life, passion, love, wit, and art. Let's go, NYU, get a move on!
So I got to visit with my Jay Becker and my Richie in the same night! It was beautiful!! We headed out to this little bar that I'd never been to because Pine St and Maui Jacks were both not serving food and Jay was hungry, and we ate some cajun tater tots at this one place. Anyway, Richard is a complete doll for letting me stay later to talk to Jay, because he had to drive me home, and go to work in a few hours. So, thanks you crazy PR, whenever you may read this.
Also- I bought my prom dress today- it's not what you're expecting at all. Believe me. I would never have expected to buy it. But it's kind of old hollywood. And very bright, in a very non-Maria sort of way. You'll just have to see, now won't you? Stephen picked it out. Haha. Oh yes, and spent a fun filled day with Stephen and Ashley in Orlando.
Now, this play I saw tonight- it reminded me of my good old times in the Mad Cow pasture... and I felt sadly reminiscent. I had this idea that Mad Cow was disintegrating- but this play was beautiful, the actors were beautiful, costumes, everything, was beautiful. The house was almost packed, if not full (I didn't check)- but I had this notion that all that I knew last year was coming to a slow painful halt. And it's not, at least, not from an outsider's perspective. It almost makes me wish I had more to do with the cows. But then, part of that experience was so emotional, I don't think I could do it again. For instance- you notice how I'm writing this entry at 2-o-dark-30 in the morning? Well, this is all I did last year in Feb-April- not sleep, and instead after rehearsal in Orlando, drive home for an hour then email or write ljs because the play and the life surrounding the play made me think and feel and discover SO MUCH, I could NOT sleep. Just like now, this incredible play, and these incredible people- it makes me yearn for the passion that I know some theatre people have. Lately, I have been lacking in the passion- because of musicals like A... My Name is Alice. Not a bad show- just not a thinker. Not a feeler- not a buckle your seat belt your in for a bumpy ride, kind of play. Not a this may take three hours but we're gonna get to the bottom of this dammit, kind of play. Passionate plays done by passionate people are sooooo my thing.
I'm so almost completely ready to tie off this package of high school into a neat little UPS box and send it to my storage closet- then pack my bag of Goodwill sweaters and coats, and stamp on the pavement of NYC to get the attention of the world- and do plays like this- this full of life, passion, love, wit, and art. Let's go, NYU, get a move on!