Look! Fluffy bunnies and Rainbows!
So. Lots of positive stuff!
I watched a bit of auditions for the play my class and I wrote last year (which officially being produced at the theatre - YAY!). There is something so satisfying at hearing your words spoken by an actor. Even if the interp is off a little, it's worth it. Can't wait to see what they do with it. Ambrosia, Peanut Butter, Kool-Aid and Enchiladas, a Story of the Teenaged Gods of Ancient Greece. Oh, how I love that title. Late May. Can't wait.
The ALTAs (an awards assembly that the theatre has every year which is like the Oscars, but much, much more lame) are in June, and I'm looking forward to that, not because I'm nominated and might win something, but because it'll be a great party. Open bar, good food, a little entertainment, good times.
Preview night (half price tickets!) was fanfreakingtastic last night. It was a very small, but properly appreciative crowd. I always lose sight (or faith) that people will actually laugh at the jokes. I was thrilled and relieved standing backstage. I couldn't have been prouder if they were my own children. The actors were relaxed and happy, the director was able to take deep breaths again, and I'm just glad we're open and can stop messing about with things. My job is officially over; the crew will do scene changes, all I have to to is prepare the "bourbon and wax " beforehand and then supervise, and take care of any emergencies that might crop up.
Bourbon and wax. Heh. It's not what it sounds like... no kink involved... maybe next season.
And the opening night party is tonight. Woo-hoo. Another (semi) open bar.
Something else that I've wanted to mention for awhile is that my boys, sweet Ethan and Aaron, always open doors for me. They'll hold open the front door, open my car door for me, kind of like mini-chivalric knights in shining armor. Of course once we get in the car it's back to, "HE'S LOOKING AT ME!" or wailing on each other--they both have black eyes right now-- (no one call CPS... ). What can you do? You take the good, and try to ignore (or tactfully discipline, perhaps) the bad.
You know how when you fill out forms you have to check a ticky box that says your age? Like, 16-20, 20-25... etc?
I just had to check the 31-40 box. Thirty-one to Forty? When the crap did that happen?
Oh, well. It can't be all bunnies.
I watched a bit of auditions for the play my class and I wrote last year (which officially being produced at the theatre - YAY!). There is something so satisfying at hearing your words spoken by an actor. Even if the interp is off a little, it's worth it. Can't wait to see what they do with it. Ambrosia, Peanut Butter, Kool-Aid and Enchiladas, a Story of the Teenaged Gods of Ancient Greece. Oh, how I love that title. Late May. Can't wait.
The ALTAs (an awards assembly that the theatre has every year which is like the Oscars, but much, much more lame) are in June, and I'm looking forward to that, not because I'm nominated and might win something, but because it'll be a great party. Open bar, good food, a little entertainment, good times.
Preview night (half price tickets!) was fanfreakingtastic last night. It was a very small, but properly appreciative crowd. I always lose sight (or faith) that people will actually laugh at the jokes. I was thrilled and relieved standing backstage. I couldn't have been prouder if they were my own children. The actors were relaxed and happy, the director was able to take deep breaths again, and I'm just glad we're open and can stop messing about with things. My job is officially over; the crew will do scene changes, all I have to to is prepare the "bourbon and wax " beforehand and then supervise, and take care of any emergencies that might crop up.
Bourbon and wax. Heh. It's not what it sounds like... no kink involved... maybe next season.
And the opening night party is tonight. Woo-hoo. Another (semi) open bar.
Something else that I've wanted to mention for awhile is that my boys, sweet Ethan and Aaron, always open doors for me. They'll hold open the front door, open my car door for me, kind of like mini-chivalric knights in shining armor. Of course once we get in the car it's back to, "HE'S LOOKING AT ME!" or wailing on each other--they both have black eyes right now-- (no one call CPS... ). What can you do? You take the good, and try to ignore (or tactfully discipline, perhaps) the bad.
You know how when you fill out forms you have to check a ticky box that says your age? Like, 16-20, 20-25... etc?
I just had to check the 31-40 box. Thirty-one to Forty? When the crap did that happen?
Oh, well. It can't be all bunnies.