shouldn’t have left you without a dope beat to step to
I’m sure you all have been having more than enough adventures this week. Just a quick update and then I’m off to do … something or other. (It’s not very exciting, I promise.)
Meanwhile, back at the ranch…
We’re having a birthday party for Jaye the weekend after retreat! Just because I didn’t know about it doesn’t mean I’m not glad it’s happening. Jaye rules. We’re going to carve pumpkins, so bring lots of ‘em! (Halcyon House - Taste it again for the first time.)
Retreat is coming. Soon, soon, soon. I am so burned out right now, if I don’t get a break from my life pretty much NOW I am going to blow a serious gasket. I don’t know that I’ve ever been as excited about a day off work as I am about retreat. Plus, I’m driving up with Gillian, which will make everything better.
I got cast in the new EXITheatre show, “7 Strangers” - which totally makes up for the fact that I once sent in an audition video for the REAL Real World and they rejected me. I may be playing the bitchy goth girl, a character who has never appeared on the TV version, but which the director and I both agree should have happened long ago. Essentially, you take seven actors, you give them all characters, you set up a few scenarios, and you let them loose to improv in a giant house. The audience gets to follow whichever actors they want. I’m pretty excited to see what sort of insanity this project ends up being - and, of course, to give Mike yet another chance to gather some blackmail material. He was never around for my goth phase, so I’m going to have to recreate it for him posthumously.
Last weekend of Stage Door, kiddies. Get your reservations now - even if you’re coming Thursday or Sunday. Seriously. We want to sell out, but we want you to be there. Don’t wait too long …
Tonight is my only night off all week. We have a gas leak in our house, a faucet that’s coming off the sink, a leaking water pipe in the basement, and a washing machine that needs replacing. Bye-bye, night off. Hello, Jerry and his Sewer Service. AGAIN.
If you need me, I’ll be at home, crying into my HUGE PILLOW.
(By the way, J.C., you are a sock-knocking, cake-sniffing, pumpkin-smelling moonbeam. What will I ever do without you?)
Ooh, goody goody goody about your next show. I love EXITheatre. Where & when will it be and are Dina and Daniel in it? Who else?
I think that I’m driving up to Retreat (Retreat! Retreat!) with you and Gillian. When the subject of carpools was broached at last meeting, Gillian and I pointed at each other across the room and raised our eyebrows, but that’s the closest we came to confirming. Wanna be food buddies? What time were you planning to leave Seattle? I REALLY want to skip work and go up early, but that would make me a bad bad temp.
I need to stay at work until noonish, and we can take off any time after that. I would love to be your food buddy! (I’ll probably eat much healthier being your food buddy than, say, AJ’s and Ben’s and Stinky P’s. I saw how they ate last year, those heathens. ;)
I have no idea who’s in the show. I doubt Dina is, and since Daniel was at auditions I’m doubting he’s in it either. It’s going to be the second-to-last weekend in November, I believe - and we don’t have a house yet. (More info after my first “rehearsal” in half an hour.)
Food buddies all around! Bad temps all around! Molly, let’s dress as pirates and steal Freesia away right smack-dab at noon.
There’s already big scary people-eating giants there, so it won’t be too unseemly.
Um, it’s a birthday for all octobers and early novembers that want to claim it. not just that greedy greedy jaye.
Who is this mysterious bad elf?
You know, Gil-Mol-ly, I only really HAVE to be here until 11 or so. How bad do we want to be?
What was so bad about our eating habits? I thought we ate just fine. Clam bake is probably the healthiest person on the planet, and AJ-Bob’s kosher.
Sure, I could live off of Twinkies, Ding Dongs, and a Bud, but I’m just one out of three here.
SVEN-bob! SVEN-bob!
I’m a little late saying this, but congrats on the casting!
thanks, duckling. I need something to do with all my spare time now that Stage Door is closed. *snif*
Your head’s like Sputnik. Round and pointy in parts.