Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Monday, September 29, 2008
I am exhausted.
Sunday, September 28, 2008
I woke up early this morning to get to church. This was a feat on my part, because I failed to mention yesterday that I accidentally slept until 1:00 pm and had a show at 2:00 pm!!!
Saturday, September 27, 2008
- planned to be a mermaid when I grew up, realized I wasn't a great swimmer (let alone the issue of breathing underwater) , so...
- planned to become a veterinarian, realized that involved a lot of science, so...
- planned to become a ballerina, realized that meant just ballet, all the time, with no room for any of my other loves, so...
- planned to be a wife, and a good one at that, am doing that (hopefully!), so...
- planned to have a slew of children in my 20's, realized that I wanted to perform now and have the babies later, so...
- planned to be on Broadway, had to start somewhere, though, so worked at a dinner theater in Delaware, which led to where I am now...
- planned to make music, still planning on making music, hopefully never stopping this plan...
- planned to have long, curly blond hair (this was when perms were still a viable option)
- planned to live in PA all my life...
Friday, September 26, 2008
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Okay, I could tell you that I--along with my friend Denis (pronounced de-nee, he's french Canadian--went and taught a master class at the Boston Arts Conservatory today, but I'll talk about that later.
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
You may be using too many abbreviations in your everyday vernacular if you find yourself on the phone with your husband, having a conversation like this:
Tonight I was singing on stage (duh, I am in a musical, after all!) and I had a bit of an epiphany.
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
I know that I've mentioned this before, but I just had to share this little memento that once again proves my carefully developed theory, that, when broken down is basically: Everybody Thinks I'm Russian. Or at least, not American (and please don't ask me how I created this theory; there are simply so many numbers and scientific equations involved that, were I to divulge it, this blog would become a homing device for scientists around the world and I just don't think I am ready for that. Yet. But just give me time...).
Monday, September 22, 2008
Then we found a murder hole. Yep, you read that right. Don't worry, we didn't actually murder anybody in it; it's a little hide-out that was built on coasts during WWII so that our army could have a safe place to sit while scanning the shore for U-boats. Awesome, right? Well, I looked and looked, but found nothing that resembled enemy boats off the Maine shore, so we can all sleep well tonight.
Then, we went off the trail a little...en route to this:
It's called Battery Steele, where the US used to store our munitions during WWII. And yeah, we read this sign, but took it in stride as we forged ahead...
...into, quite literally, the darkest place I have ever been. My eyes hurt because they were trying so hard to find some light in a place the was void of it entirely. The only reason you can see any of this at all was because my camera has a flash. It was truly spooky. All along the sides of the hall there were these doorways that led into abandoned rooms and of course Drew insisted we actually go into one. Then, to lighten the mood, he suggested we sing, of all things! So, we practiced our version of happy birthday, the song we were planning to sing to my friend Betsy, since today is her birthday. It was eerie in the darkness, though, I can tell you that.
Finally we got to rock beach, where people try to build the most fantastic sculptures by balancing rocks, and then see how long they last against the elements.
I think Drew's lasted about five minutes, as impressive as it was...
Sunday, September 21, 2008
I firmly believe that people were never meant to stand completely still. Especially when you throw 3 inch heels into the equation. Yes, people are meant to run, dance, sing, talk, laugh, walk, sit, lay down, climb, swim, be quiet, even...do it all, really, but stand still. Frozen. Not swaying. Not fixing your costume. Not yawning. Not cracking your knuckles. Not folding your arms. Not shifting your weight. Not scratching that itch on your nose that only just became unbearable the moment you couldn't move...
Saturday, September 20, 2008
I am not so good at waiting. Ugh. And the hard part is that the only way to get better at something is to do it. A lot. And I generally don't like things that I am not good at. So, putting two and two together: I do not like waiting.
- waiting to sign in at an EPA (equity principal audition) or ECC (equity chorus call)
- waiting to actually go in and sing or dance, once you have been signed in
- waiting to hear if you got a callback
- waiting to hear if you got the job
- waiting to start your rehearsals
- waiting for your scene in the show
- waiting for Monday, your day off
- waiting to go home again
- waiting for visits from your loved ones
Friday, September 19, 2008
If you think something is really truly ugly, do you say so?
Thursday, September 18, 2008
Tonight was one of those performances where we are left to wonder on stage if maybe the audience is just cardboard cut-outs; like maybe they are shooting one of those Verizon commercials in our theater during our show and so that is why every one of their faces is stone-faced and silent as the grave.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
So, I did a little redecorating--what do you think? I felt like it was time for a change...
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Uh-oh, today was definitely Sunday. The reason I preface it with uh-oh, is that the cast can definitely get a case of senioritis come Sunday. You know what I mean by senioritis, right? When, in high school, you reach the end of your last year and you know you are getting out really soon and so it's hard to take anything told to you in the context of high school seriously anymore...?
Saturday, September 13, 2008
I was reading my brother's latest post on his blog, thelookmachine.com, which sadly narrates the passing of my niece and nephew's latest (and only) pets. And that got me thinking...
- Horses: Shiloh, Misty, Caliente, Cup of Coffee (there were more, but their names escape me)
- Dogs: Circuit Breaker (who was dognapped), Manna (who met a horrible end with a tumor growing out of her mouth--literally, kids would gasp and adults would quickly look away when she innocently trotted up to give her friendly hello), Aragorn (he was run over at least twice, which actually really calmed him down, but I can't remember how he eventually went to meet his Maker), Shadrach (mysteriously disappeared one day--mom and pop always told us that he knew it was his time to go and didn't want us to see him like that, which was both very clairvoyant and thoughtful of Shadrach, I think), Meshach, Fred (sorry, no Abednego but you were expecting that, weren't you?), Marshall (he was actually a little crazy, it turned out), Caspian (he was called home after being run over by Pastor Neil)
- Cats: Precious, Luvie, Simpson, Joe Mama (the feral cat who lived in our barn), Curry and Bagera (both were Joe Mama's kittens, and are still living. In fact, Curry waits for my pop every night outside the Barn to walk him home from work and he also eats breakfast besides my pop every morning! He's kind of like a dog. Or a person if you think about the breakfast thing, I guess).
- Goats: to many to know their names
- Chickens: same as above, but there was one rooster that lives on in our minds in infamy: Mr. T. He was a bully and extremely mean--so mean, in fact, that he would chase kids around, just for sport. He used to terrorize us! One day my pop got so mad at him for chasing us that he decided to give Mr. T a taste of his own medicine and chased him around. Well, Mr. T. had a heart attack and died (oops). Nobody missed him, not even his mother. This just goes to show that if you chase kids around for sport, you will die alone and not be missed by a single soul. Now, if you chase kids around with good reason (say they took something that belongs to you, or perhaps you are playing tag and are "it"), then you are fine, with nothing to worry about. You just need to learn when is appropriate to chase a kid, and when is not, is all; Mr. T. obviously never learned the difference between the two, and so died alone and un-mourned.
- Birds: 4 parakeets, 2 of whom were named Mr. and Mrs. Byrd
- Ferrets: Snackers (the first time I brought her home, I took her out of her cage to show my pop and she bit my finger so hard that I literally dangled her from my hand. My pop was like, ...Great...Jess...with a noticeable lack of enthusiasm. In fact, thinking back, I wonder how much my pop ever really cared for her; when she died, he simply threw her away--in the dumpster!!! No respect, no Christian burial, no nothing...I can only hope her soul found peace)
- Iguanas: Solomon Lancaster Cuxe (Jason named him, don't ask. And actually Solomon had the amazing ability to seemingly die and then miraculously come back to life...But I guess eventually, well, the dying-thing took)
- Axelotels: This was Jonathan's lizard-thing. I don't remember the name; it was hideous. He escaped from his cage and his remains were recovered months later [shudder]. I guess we should just be grateful it was his remains that were recovered, and not ours!
- Frogs: this was one of the worst things I have ever done, against the admonition of my brother, Jonathan, too (he would have said it, so I figured I would beat him to it). The frog was this big, sturdy, verdant creature I caught at our stream and decided to take him home to live with me. Well, he hopped into the no-man's land which was affectionately known as my closet and was not seen for a very long time. Much like the axelotel, his remains were also recovered at some point in time.
- Bunnies: I got one for Easter one year. He didn't live long--I think he was literally scared to death by one of our cats or something.
- ducks: a dear family from our church, the Palkovitz's, gave me two ducklings for my birthday one year. It was awesome...Until our dogs got to them and I found them stretched out on our lawn with their little necks broken...
- Fish: my parents have many beautiful and exotic Koi. When these Koi were very young, my mom let each grandchild pick one to name. The only name I remember is the one Ollie chose. He decided to name his fish after his favorite song at the time, forcing all of us to refer to the koi as Jesus, Lamb of God (in what we could only hope was an un-blasphemous manner) . Of course the joke was that we never needed to worry about Jesus, Lamb of God, because if he ever died, then he would just come back to life again...
- More Cats: Taliesin (Tally) and Persephone (Percy). So I didn't grow up with these buddies, but they are very very special animals to me and Drew and I couldn't make a list of animals without including them...
Friday, September 12, 2008
While walking home from the Intermission Cafe (such a cute place--their appetizers are called rehearsals and their entrees are called main stage--ha!), I passed a little group of homeless panhandlers asking for money. I said sorry, but no and took a few steps past them before I remembered that I was carrying home half my ham and cheese sandwich that I was saving for tomorrow. I looked down at my nice little meal and realized that I should give it away. So maybe Jesus didn't exactly say "if someone asks you for money, give them the other half of your ham and cheese sandwich" but I figured the sentiment was the same.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Maybe it isn't the very best idea to sell 2100 seats of a 3000 seat theater that is currently hosting A Chorus Line to students. Not graduate students, not college students, not even high school students--no, elementary and middle school students. You know, in the history of good ideas, maybe that one isn't on the top. Or near the top. Or on the list.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
There is a saying on the road--Drink your water, get your rest, and save your coin.