opening night

The past few weeks have been a blur of rehearsals, memorizing lines, dealing with neurotic co-performers, giving rides home to actresses who like to sing along to the radio with the window open, and some general lounging about. It's been fun, but finally tonight I get to perform one of my plays in front of a real live audience. I'm ready, in fact I'm I can't wait to get it over with and move onto the next thing.

Spoiled Rotten

I guess I have to admit my current lifestyle has left me spoiled rotten, when I curse the Columbus day holiday because my usual spot by the window is taken at Starbucks when I drop by for my afternoon grande non-fat latte. Yes, I unabashedly patronize Starbucks when there is a cooler, independent coffee house right across the street. And I say "grande" instead of "medium." To the world I wish to belong to, I can only apologize as I go about my business.

Stage Fight

On Saturday we rehearsed Caeser's assassination for the first time, and it will incorporate a stage fight. Basically I get to beat up four guys (one twice) before I get killed. It will probably take less than a minute in stage time but it's pretty intricate and I'm getting all messed up with my footwork. I've never done anything like this before. Stage fighting is now taught in any decent Theatre Arts program, but wasn't in my day. We have a special fight director for this, he taught us the moves and we ran through it in slow motion a couple of times, then broke it down to each individual sequence (me practicing one series of moves on one guy, then moving on to the next) and wrapped up by running through the entire sequence in slow motion several times again. It exhausted me and I'm still sore today! Next Saturday they will be learning another fight sequence for the battle at the end of the play, mercifully I won't be in that one.

Stupid girls

I was planning on joining a gym I've seen in Porter Square. It's on a second floor with big windows overlooking the intersection. I see the people working on the stair climbers (or whatever the hell they are) lined up all along the windows. How pleasant, I thought, I be able to workout and have an interesting view of the passing humanity. Alas, I found out this gym is for women only. Gadfrey Daniel! I suppose women might feel more comfortable in an environment where they won't be ogled at, or feel the need to assert their attractiveness, or just be able to avoid sexual politics altogether...but it makes it awfully inconvenient for me. What am I to be stuck with...a dank, windowless room with muscle bound men admiring themselves in the mirrors? Stupid girls.

Dear Diary

They recently opened a Dunkin Donuts on Mass. Ave. right near where I live. So on these last warm (hot actually) Fall days it's been my pleasure to walk over and get my last ice coffee's of the season. The last four days I had absolutely nothing to do, although I did use them to memorize my Shakespeare lines. Most of them anyhow. I got to a certain point and my brain refused to work anymore. So I stopped the grueling process of drilling words into my head and then repeating them from memory over and over and over again. In fact I think I may have over burned the circuits a little bit because the very thought of running my lines feels painful and distasteful now, but it'll pay off I think...it's easier to re-memorize things. (I'm really freakin' out about lines.)
Today I had a rehearsal in the morning for Hans Brinker...we learned the Dutch dance, nothing too intricate but I still didn't pick it up as easily as the girls. Then tonight another rehearsal for Anne, tomorrow Caeser, then Hans and Anne again. Five rehearsals in three days...it feels good to be busy again. I'm dreading December when I'll have nothing to work on, I hope something comes up between now and then.
Sorry, I have nothing clever to say...just a rambling diary-like entry. I thought perhaps once I had free time and started working at being creative again I would have all sorts of witty things to say. But...um...no.