Saturday
So, Saturday, got up early and went to auditions for The Importance of Being Earnest. I put down on my sheet that I was auditioning for Lady Bracknell. I walked in and they looked dubious. I did my monologue, and they were all "OH yeah, we want you to read for Lady Bracknell". Gave me the sides (which were terrible*, why would you choose that section?), I looked them over, came back in, they asked if I would shave my beard for the role, I got laughs, and left.
Ran into melebeth in the elevator, which was delightful, but short.
Called Tony to see if he was available to hang out before his show, but he was already at the theater.
Went uptown for the R&J performance, not realizing it had been cancelled (since I'd left the house early). Had lunch at Bos/Lucky Sunday. Got to the park JUST as it began raining, and realized there was no one there. Texted ceebeegee and jayspec to double-check that they weren't all huddled at a nearby bar somewhere.
Rain became a downpour, and I ducked into a Dunkin' Donuts till it let up a little (I had my umbrella, but the rain was ridic for a bit). Sat in the big picture window with an iced coffee and saw at least 15 hunky wet shirtless boys run by. Nice view there.
The rain let up a bit, and I hopped the train home and passed out till it was time to meet for the Dark Knight field trip. Met nswakko15 and Eric P at the IMAX, and we waited for the girls to arrive. Mo showed up, and Eric stayed to wait for Natasha, while the rest of us got seats. Ugh, women. Am I right, fellas?
Movie was AMAZING. I think I've said how much I hated the cliché-ridden script of Batman Begins, but this movie totally won me over, and I was seriously moved by it. GREAT, great film.
After the movie was over, nswakko15, Mo and I were walking to the 1 train, when I said, "is that Ben Beckley making out with that chick there?" Indeed it was. "Ben Beckley!", I said, startling him out of his liplock.
He was on his way to Canada the next day. We discussed a bunch of theatre stuff- he agrees there is more to be told of the 12th Night Sir Toby Fun than what I've put in Hold Thy Peace, Thou Knave.
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Lady Bracknell. Ah! A life crowded with incident, I see; though perhaps somewhat too exciting for a young girl. I am not myself in favour of premature experiences. [Rises, looks at her watch.] Gwendolen! the time approaches for our departure. We have not a moment to lose. As a matter of form, Mr. Worthing, I had better ask you if Miss Cardew has any little fortune?
Jack. Oh! about a hundred and thirty thousand pounds in the Funds. That is all. Goodbye, Lady Bracknell. So pleased to have seen you.
Lady Bracknell. [Sitting down again.] A moment, Mr. Worthing. A hundred and thirty thousand pounds! And in the Funds! Miss Cardew seems to me a most attractive young lady, now that I look at her. Few girls of the present day have any really solid qualities, any of the qualities that last, and improve with time. We live, I regret to say, in an age of surfaces. [To Cecily.] Come over here, dear. [Cecily goes across.] Pretty child! your dress is sadly simple, and your hair seems almost as Nature might have left it. But we can soon alter all that. A thoroughly experienced French maid produces a really marvellous result in a very brief space of time. I remember recommending one to young Lady Lancing, and after three months her own husband did not know her.
Ran into melebeth in the elevator, which was delightful, but short.
Called Tony to see if he was available to hang out before his show, but he was already at the theater.
Went uptown for the R&J performance, not realizing it had been cancelled (since I'd left the house early). Had lunch at Bos/Lucky Sunday. Got to the park JUST as it began raining, and realized there was no one there. Texted ceebeegee and jayspec to double-check that they weren't all huddled at a nearby bar somewhere.
Rain became a downpour, and I ducked into a Dunkin' Donuts till it let up a little (I had my umbrella, but the rain was ridic for a bit). Sat in the big picture window with an iced coffee and saw at least 15 hunky wet shirtless boys run by. Nice view there.
The rain let up a bit, and I hopped the train home and passed out till it was time to meet for the Dark Knight field trip. Met nswakko15 and Eric P at the IMAX, and we waited for the girls to arrive. Mo showed up, and Eric stayed to wait for Natasha, while the rest of us got seats. Ugh, women. Am I right, fellas?
Movie was AMAZING. I think I've said how much I hated the cliché-ridden script of Batman Begins, but this movie totally won me over, and I was seriously moved by it. GREAT, great film.
After the movie was over, nswakko15, Mo and I were walking to the 1 train, when I said, "is that Ben Beckley making out with that chick there?" Indeed it was. "Ben Beckley!", I said, startling him out of his liplock.
He was on his way to Canada the next day. We discussed a bunch of theatre stuff- he agrees there is more to be told of the 12th Night Sir Toby Fun than what I've put in Hold Thy Peace, Thou Knave.
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Lady Bracknell. Ah! A life crowded with incident, I see; though perhaps somewhat too exciting for a young girl. I am not myself in favour of premature experiences. [Rises, looks at her watch.] Gwendolen! the time approaches for our departure. We have not a moment to lose. As a matter of form, Mr. Worthing, I had better ask you if Miss Cardew has any little fortune?
Jack. Oh! about a hundred and thirty thousand pounds in the Funds. That is all. Goodbye, Lady Bracknell. So pleased to have seen you.
Lady Bracknell. [Sitting down again.] A moment, Mr. Worthing. A hundred and thirty thousand pounds! And in the Funds! Miss Cardew seems to me a most attractive young lady, now that I look at her. Few girls of the present day have any really solid qualities, any of the qualities that last, and improve with time. We live, I regret to say, in an age of surfaces. [To Cecily.] Come over here, dear. [Cecily goes across.] Pretty child! your dress is sadly simple, and your hair seems almost as Nature might have left it. But we can soon alter all that. A thoroughly experienced French maid produces a really marvellous result in a very brief space of time. I remember recommending one to young Lady Lancing, and after three months her own husband did not know her.