Oh What a Lovely Party

So I got entrance applause. That's never happened before... and to be honest, probably won't happen again in this production. But man, I drunk that in while it lasted. I guess, then, I'm doing something right, yeah? The entire show was a success, and while everyone else did great as well, I don't really need to pay attention to them when I'm so fantastic. It's a pretty awesome feeling; I'm super happy and still on a high from the rest of the show.

It also means I'm not able to sleep right now, despite some Tylenol PM coursing through my veins. Luckily, I have some TV to catch up on. Too bad there's some still coughing from this plague that happened last week. It'll get over itself; just have to keep saying that I'll feel better, no matter what.

Anyway. Developing this character has been pretty great. It's of course a goofy role, not written that well, and therein lies the challenge. Even the song I sing is pretty dumb, but if you make everything work, obviously something good happens.

Opening night!

It's been a not so long road, to be honest. We only started rehearsals about 25 days ago, but look how far we've come! In this time, we've staged probably one of the best musicals San Francisco will see for a long time, and without the huge Broadway budget. Or really any kind of budget at all.

As we get closer to the start, I realize that I've been given a really great opportunity with this role, and I'm happy I'm in good hands with the director; good enough to be doing a pretty great job in a role that could go horribly awry if not done correctly. There are a couple of parts in this show (the two leads, the main comic relief guy) that are pretty easy to understand - they have all the good dialogue, all the good punchlines, etc. But my character requires a little bit more thought; there's really no good lines, and the lines he does have are more weird than anything else. Let's just hope audiences like my take on Bertie. I know I do.

Also, I just got a haircut and I look awesome.

Working Hard

This show (Lady Be Good) is going to be very good. The rehearsal
process has been a little grueling at times, but it's what's good
about theatre. We're making discoveries and doing a really great job
all around. It's why I love doing theatre in the first place; I just
wish we would run longer than 3 weeks. I'm doing a great thing here...
but that's the nature of the beast, and I'll enjoy the time I have.
And true enjoyment in the theatre world for me is rare.

So good. I'm doing a good thing with this. Plus, the people are
terrific. I may have made some awesome and longtime friends here. So
yes 2010 might not be as bad as I thought it would be.

Theatres a little different. I'm sick, but I'm at work. If this was
any other job, I'd take the whole day off. But here we are, sitting
here, miserable, waiting for my next enterance.

I guess that's just how it works. At least all this dancing is making
me sweat out all my toxins.

Been working on Lady, Be Good! It's surprisingly good. The director, while loosey goosey at times, is very competent when it comes to running a fast moving ship such as a silly comedy from the 1940s. Good for him.

I've been lack about posting here, simply because it's been the day to day shit of looking for jobs, and feeling sorry for myself for not getting a pretty great, pay for everything in my life, gig, but after a heart to heart with Monica, I realize now that's not the way to go through things; too bad it took me 2 years to fully understand that this time is my own, and I should be using it to improve myself. Example: I have an apple and some toast for breakfast, rather than my waffle concoction.

Also, just found out I was accepted for health insurance at Kaiser. Yay? There goes 100+ bucks down the drain every month that I don't have, plus stamps. I don't know why stamps bugs me, but in this age of wireless payment and shit, why can't I just pay the fucking thing online. You'd get the money quicker, and I'd not have to go buy stamps. Fuck stamps.

Anyway. Looks like I'll have to ask for money to pay for my health insurance. Why do we have to pay for it again? Wow, looks like this semi positive jaunt back into the writing world turned into something bitter. Better start thinking positive again.