Drama and Boys and Updates, Oh my!
What do I usually update about? The theatre, the boy, and occasionally some gaming! This update will be no different! It will, however, be cut for the protection of your eyes.
Well, now I'm working two fairly active acting gigs. The Godfather show is booking more dates almost every week. The big Cabaret theatre down town even wants to book us, which is awesome, but they are an Equity house and we're having issues because we are non-union. But that's good news. Meanwhile, my OLD company keeps calling me back when there is well paying, private party gigs.
I did another one this weekend. It was two hours away (ugh!) but paid more than well enough to be worth it. There were good things and frustrating things about the day. I kicked ass in the role I was playing, I will say that. But I also felt very, very much like I was helping hold half the cast above water. It was clear the other two girls were ONLY cast because of their looks, and I was picking up a lot of their slack. I even had to entirely change accents I was using, because the one girl couldn't hear a British accent without using it herself. So I went from being full fledged, high class British to being thickly Russian accented two hours before curtain went up. I pulled it off fine, and found some actually very funny bits revolving around the Russian accent, but there was certainly an annoyance there in me changing my role because you can't do your job. Ah well, that is live theatre. No second takes and you work with what you have.
So, yes, a few of you have been asking for updates on the Kyle situation. Really? It's nothing but confusing. I thought we were totally over back in January. We barely spoke for three weeks and, frankly, I'd lost total interest in him. I'm still struggling with the fact he and I have nothing in common, so I lack reasons to WANT to speak with him. That's probably a -bad- thing for a relationship. Anyway. Valentine's day, he called me. We had a very nice talk while I was on my way to the theatre. He's been calling ever 2-3 days since. He still hasn't come to see me, but something broke in the foundations of his house (or something) and any time it rains he's had a flooded basement to deal with. So I can understand his days off being devoted to that.
Anyway, in the last week, he did say that sweet thing about me making him smile and laugh, basically going on about how much he missed me. Slowly, I'm staring to miss him too. He talks about when he gets his basement fixed, he wants us to go vintage furniture shopping together so we can do up the 1950s game room in his basement. I'm good for him. I need to come visit again soon, he keeps saying. Then, a day later, he tells me how he's being stalked by another girl who he went on a blind date with. I slightly falter, but nod and hope him luck in fixing the situation.
Then saturday night he calls me, drunk, having been out with a bunch of his friends and their girls. He immediately says I have to come next time, he wants me to meet everyone. Wants to show me off! I'm a good part of his life and he misses me so much! He THEN goes on to reveal that he went on a few dates with this blind date psycho and talked to her on the phone a few times before she went all stalkery. He also went on a date with his neighbor's sister, who he found equally psycho and useless. The gist of the conversation that I get after 2 hours of being on the phone with his drunk self?:
"I tried out all these women and realized you are better than them! I miss you so much, we should try to make this work!" Ugh. Whatever. Honestly? I wasn't even interested in him the last few months. I'm still not, really, but I'm finding myself miss him more. We have NEVER been exclusive. I told him strictly we wouldn't be until we lived in the same city and he agreed.
I did, however, very much upfront, ask him to tell me if he was going to date someone else. Not that I wanted to control him, I just wanted to have a handle upon my heart and the situation. I've been viciously burned by a non-exclusive relationship before when he started dating someone else and left me to the dust with very little warning. I wanted warning this time. He didn't see fit to tell me any of this until Saturday night. I feel like I should be angry, but I really can't bring myself to care enough. Ah well.
I'm going to Columbus for a gaming event on the weekend of april 19th. I'm staying with him because it's free crash space. We shall see what happens.
Well, I guess you will get gaming next time. I've already rambled on too long. Enjoy.
-Ericka
Well, now I'm working two fairly active acting gigs. The Godfather show is booking more dates almost every week. The big Cabaret theatre down town even wants to book us, which is awesome, but they are an Equity house and we're having issues because we are non-union. But that's good news. Meanwhile, my OLD company keeps calling me back when there is well paying, private party gigs.
I did another one this weekend. It was two hours away (ugh!) but paid more than well enough to be worth it. There were good things and frustrating things about the day. I kicked ass in the role I was playing, I will say that. But I also felt very, very much like I was helping hold half the cast above water. It was clear the other two girls were ONLY cast because of their looks, and I was picking up a lot of their slack. I even had to entirely change accents I was using, because the one girl couldn't hear a British accent without using it herself. So I went from being full fledged, high class British to being thickly Russian accented two hours before curtain went up. I pulled it off fine, and found some actually very funny bits revolving around the Russian accent, but there was certainly an annoyance there in me changing my role because you can't do your job. Ah well, that is live theatre. No second takes and you work with what you have.
So, yes, a few of you have been asking for updates on the Kyle situation. Really? It's nothing but confusing. I thought we were totally over back in January. We barely spoke for three weeks and, frankly, I'd lost total interest in him. I'm still struggling with the fact he and I have nothing in common, so I lack reasons to WANT to speak with him. That's probably a -bad- thing for a relationship. Anyway. Valentine's day, he called me. We had a very nice talk while I was on my way to the theatre. He's been calling ever 2-3 days since. He still hasn't come to see me, but something broke in the foundations of his house (or something) and any time it rains he's had a flooded basement to deal with. So I can understand his days off being devoted to that.
Anyway, in the last week, he did say that sweet thing about me making him smile and laugh, basically going on about how much he missed me. Slowly, I'm staring to miss him too. He talks about when he gets his basement fixed, he wants us to go vintage furniture shopping together so we can do up the 1950s game room in his basement. I'm good for him. I need to come visit again soon, he keeps saying. Then, a day later, he tells me how he's being stalked by another girl who he went on a blind date with. I slightly falter, but nod and hope him luck in fixing the situation.
Then saturday night he calls me, drunk, having been out with a bunch of his friends and their girls. He immediately says I have to come next time, he wants me to meet everyone. Wants to show me off! I'm a good part of his life and he misses me so much! He THEN goes on to reveal that he went on a few dates with this blind date psycho and talked to her on the phone a few times before she went all stalkery. He also went on a date with his neighbor's sister, who he found equally psycho and useless. The gist of the conversation that I get after 2 hours of being on the phone with his drunk self?:
"I tried out all these women and realized you are better than them! I miss you so much, we should try to make this work!" Ugh. Whatever. Honestly? I wasn't even interested in him the last few months. I'm still not, really, but I'm finding myself miss him more. We have NEVER been exclusive. I told him strictly we wouldn't be until we lived in the same city and he agreed.
I did, however, very much upfront, ask him to tell me if he was going to date someone else. Not that I wanted to control him, I just wanted to have a handle upon my heart and the situation. I've been viciously burned by a non-exclusive relationship before when he started dating someone else and left me to the dust with very little warning. I wanted warning this time. He didn't see fit to tell me any of this until Saturday night. I feel like I should be angry, but I really can't bring myself to care enough. Ah well.
I'm going to Columbus for a gaming event on the weekend of april 19th. I'm staying with him because it's free crash space. We shall see what happens.
Well, I guess you will get gaming next time. I've already rambled on too long. Enjoy.
-Ericka