Socially Satisfied
Woke up at 8 and spent the morning looking at apartment ads- looks like I might try to move to Columbia Heights based on rent prices. It's kinda tough when you know for a fact you won't be getting a raise (thank you Gov.) and can't quit (thank you Health Care System).
Got myself down to heartoblack's place just after noon and we planned out our Fringing day.
First show: 'The Egg and Idle Chatter' Sucked. Felt like I was watching bad high school acting. One girl seemed to think she was Mena Suvari and another seemed to think she was Jan Brady. On top of bad acting, I certainly hope the director doesn't have much experience- cause it was boring as all hell.
Second show: 'The Farce of the Worthy Master Pierre Patelin' Sucked. Now we went to this cause the wife of someone at my work is in it and I wanted to be supportive. Hmm....the show was a farce. A 15th century Farce. A (hopefully) badly translated 15th Century Farce. Let's just put it this way: a slapstick farce set in a time period people no longer relate to is really hard.
By this point it's 3:30 and I haven't eaten since breakfast and K has not eaten at all. The next show is at the Illusion so we park in City Center and grab McDonald's (I know, I know). At McDonald's I got hit on without knowing it.
Me: hot grey skirt, black tank top with a push up bra (what?) and my hair is down. The man standing in front of me in line is mummbling and I'm just wanting to order. I notice he's staring openly at my boobs. He sees me noticing him and says 'I was just trying to say hi- but I guess you don't need any extra attention cause damn girl I bet you get all sorts of attention' I stare confused at this rare occurence- smile- say thank you- and walk away.
Third show: Six steps: Good. Written by fiend Brent, directed by friend Noah and my sweet puppy was one of the actors. A political satire masked as a comedy about silly superheros with paranoia. Brent is a good enough writer that it was actually almost too subtle and I think some of the people he's making fun of might not have gotten it.
After the show we want to wait around to see my puppy (who kissed a girl in the show- eewwwwww!!!!) and we're in a little group of people from college. There is one girl I don't know and one guy I don't know. In the middle of K and I telling random stranger about why I was so upset to see puppy kiss a girl I realize I'm talking to Josh Hartnett. Hehe. However I was really really excited to see local celebrity Ari Hoptman there- he's great.
Forth show: 'Does this Monologue make me look Fat?' Good. One woman show about...well, about being a fat single girl. It was very very very funny- yet sad cause, well, it was a little too realistic :(
Fifth show: 'I've got a republican up my ass' mostly sucked. While his songs (The Minimum Wage and G-d bless the guns) were fun. They weren't presented well and it was hard to hear him over the keyboard even with the microphone.
Dropped K off at the next show she wanted to see and headed back up home.
Got myself down to heartoblack's place just after noon and we planned out our Fringing day.
First show: 'The Egg and Idle Chatter' Sucked. Felt like I was watching bad high school acting. One girl seemed to think she was Mena Suvari and another seemed to think she was Jan Brady. On top of bad acting, I certainly hope the director doesn't have much experience- cause it was boring as all hell.
Second show: 'The Farce of the Worthy Master Pierre Patelin' Sucked. Now we went to this cause the wife of someone at my work is in it and I wanted to be supportive. Hmm....the show was a farce. A 15th century Farce. A (hopefully) badly translated 15th Century Farce. Let's just put it this way: a slapstick farce set in a time period people no longer relate to is really hard.
By this point it's 3:30 and I haven't eaten since breakfast and K has not eaten at all. The next show is at the Illusion so we park in City Center and grab McDonald's (I know, I know). At McDonald's I got hit on without knowing it.
Me: hot grey skirt, black tank top with a push up bra (what?) and my hair is down. The man standing in front of me in line is mummbling and I'm just wanting to order. I notice he's staring openly at my boobs. He sees me noticing him and says 'I was just trying to say hi- but I guess you don't need any extra attention cause damn girl I bet you get all sorts of attention' I stare confused at this rare occurence- smile- say thank you- and walk away.
Third show: Six steps: Good. Written by fiend Brent, directed by friend Noah and my sweet puppy was one of the actors. A political satire masked as a comedy about silly superheros with paranoia. Brent is a good enough writer that it was actually almost too subtle and I think some of the people he's making fun of might not have gotten it.
After the show we want to wait around to see my puppy (who kissed a girl in the show- eewwwwww!!!!) and we're in a little group of people from college. There is one girl I don't know and one guy I don't know. In the middle of K and I telling random stranger about why I was so upset to see puppy kiss a girl I realize I'm talking to Josh Hartnett. Hehe. However I was really really excited to see local celebrity Ari Hoptman there- he's great.
Forth show: 'Does this Monologue make me look Fat?' Good. One woman show about...well, about being a fat single girl. It was very very very funny- yet sad cause, well, it was a little too realistic :(
Fifth show: 'I've got a republican up my ass' mostly sucked. While his songs (The Minimum Wage and G-d bless the guns) were fun. They weren't presented well and it was hard to hear him over the keyboard even with the microphone.
Dropped K off at the next show she wanted to see and headed back up home.