6 days to go...
...and I am starting to freak out a little. My actual onstage part is fairly small (Sarah Palin zombie. I am not a dancing, singing zombie and there is no dialog, but I do get to rip my boyfriend apart onstage). But I have never been onstage for a production of this magnitude, and last time I was in any kind of play at all was about 17 years ago. So. DEEP BREATHING.
And my sister is coming with about 7 people, one of them is her mother-in-law, a terribly conservative Catholic woman has never shown much of a sense of humor (why she is coming is kind of beyond me, this is guaranteed to offend her, unless I had read her wrong the entire time). I am not sure the swearing, blood, chainsaw matricide, political satire, racial commentary or pedophilia aspects will be ok with her, but, fuck it. She is a grown ass woman.
My Night of the Living Dead, the Musical t-shirts have arrived, which means the logo for the show I FUCKING WROTE is now stretched across my boobs. (Break to giggle into my fists because this is blowing my fucking mind). And I am the proud owner of the most ridiculous garment ever created, a thong. But this one has the logo on the front. In blood. HAHAHAHAHAHA infinity. I could not resist, because, hilarious.
I am supposed to be writing a bio but I am actively not doing it. Right this very second!
And my name went out in Real Detroit Weekly, and they even spelled it right (poor Mike, they were one letter off on his name.) The article is here. They claim million people in their readership, but it's a free paper so I am not sure I buy that. But still. The article is here: http://www.realdetroitweekly.com/content/printer_4727.shtml In the picture? The dude about to get eaten all up by a zombie? That's my boyfriend. And the chick about to rip into him? That will be me.
And in case you missed it, though I am not sure how since I spammed everyfuckingbody, here is the link to the show. http://www.myspace.com/abreactofthedead If you can make it THAT WOULD BE RAD.
Now to center myself and make up some kind of bullshit about how awesome I am. I swear I will not mention my cat.
And my sister is coming with about 7 people, one of them is her mother-in-law, a terribly conservative Catholic woman has never shown much of a sense of humor (why she is coming is kind of beyond me, this is guaranteed to offend her, unless I had read her wrong the entire time). I am not sure the swearing, blood, chainsaw matricide, political satire, racial commentary or pedophilia aspects will be ok with her, but, fuck it. She is a grown ass woman.
My Night of the Living Dead, the Musical t-shirts have arrived, which means the logo for the show I FUCKING WROTE is now stretched across my boobs. (Break to giggle into my fists because this is blowing my fucking mind). And I am the proud owner of the most ridiculous garment ever created, a thong. But this one has the logo on the front. In blood. HAHAHAHAHAHA infinity. I could not resist, because, hilarious.
I am supposed to be writing a bio but I am actively not doing it. Right this very second!
And my name went out in Real Detroit Weekly, and they even spelled it right (poor Mike, they were one letter off on his name.) The article is here. They claim million people in their readership, but it's a free paper so I am not sure I buy that. But still. The article is here: http://www.realdetroitweekly.com/content/printer_4727.shtml In the picture? The dude about to get eaten all up by a zombie? That's my boyfriend. And the chick about to rip into him? That will be me.
And in case you missed it, though I am not sure how since I spammed everyfuckingbody, here is the link to the show. http://www.myspace.com/abreactofthedead If you can make it THAT WOULD BE RAD.
Now to center myself and make up some kind of bullshit about how awesome I am. I swear I will not mention my cat.