lettuce sandwich, because I've given up frickin' cheese
SB ended and not soon enough or there was going to be murder and mayhem on the bandstand and that's about all I have to say about that. Loved the cast, loved many things about the production, and the end of an era as far as I'm concerned in that I'm moving away from spectacle/ritual oriented theater and more to something a little more streamlined and plot oriented, that's produced with courtesy and results in fun for um, me. It's not like I'm making the big bucks here and even if I were, fun is at a premium when it comes to making theater. I will now go into a small chamber draped in black and do the requisite grumbling about people who take themselves too seriously and act like dicks when they don't get their own way.
But anyway, did I mention it ended? It did. And I went to the beach the next day and didn't say 100 words total for the next few days (other than on the phone, which I kept to a minimum). And now I'm back from the beach and doing a 12 night overnight/dog sit/house sit in the country, where the singing bugs echo across the canyon all night long. And then I get one night in my own bed, followed by Flipside (which I'll spend camping with Burning Glam), followed by a few nights in my own bed, then back to the beach, then back to town, some more overnights, and at the end of June I'll take a weekend to go work on Meg's current film project. And then it's July and I inexplicably turn fucking 51.
Trying to hack out a couple of months to write a script. But I won't get that this time. I'll get ye olde worke benche and the doing of writing to a schedule. We shall see.
And there will be much preparation of audition material and learning of songs for various projects. Yep. That's it. Summer 2010.
But anyway, did I mention it ended? It did. And I went to the beach the next day and didn't say 100 words total for the next few days (other than on the phone, which I kept to a minimum). And now I'm back from the beach and doing a 12 night overnight/dog sit/house sit in the country, where the singing bugs echo across the canyon all night long. And then I get one night in my own bed, followed by Flipside (which I'll spend camping with Burning Glam), followed by a few nights in my own bed, then back to the beach, then back to town, some more overnights, and at the end of June I'll take a weekend to go work on Meg's current film project. And then it's July and I inexplicably turn fucking 51.
Trying to hack out a couple of months to write a script. But I won't get that this time. I'll get ye olde worke benche and the doing of writing to a schedule. We shall see.
And there will be much preparation of audition material and learning of songs for various projects. Yep. That's it. Summer 2010.