(i love saturday)
God, what a crazy weekend.
So, 7 Strangers is closed. We were sold out Thursday, Friday, and Saturday - and we couldn’t have asked for a better closing weekend. We had some weird funky stuff going on during opening weekend, but not this time. The Stranger’s idiot review aside, we couldn’t have felt better about how the show went - especially the last performance. The house was packed, the crowd was rambunctious and really into what we were doing, and we had the time to go through all our rituals before the show started.
Taryn and Rich were the nice people whose house we were using, and we got them a dartboard - conveniently enough for us, Taryn had a “house wish list” up on the fridge that already had six or seven things crossed off. We looked at the ones that were left, decided what we could afford - and they loved it. (Mike gave me a toe-ring with a skull on it. Hee hee.) I also got Taryn a card with a Satan-cat on it, since Vinny (their cat) “acted” with us.
After we were done, we went over to Eli’s to party. I witnessed a chess game through “Arm-Pit-O-Vision”, a friend of a friend (whom I’ve only met twice) told me that he’s got a crush on me, I got to snuggle with one of the most beautiful gay men on earth, I got to snuggle with a cute girl I’d never met before … it was a long, LONG evening, but it was so good. I didn’t get home until four in the morning.
At the party, Mike read my palm. Apparently I’m either going to live a long, long life, or a relatively short one. (It could go either way.) Something is “fucked up” about my head line, but he didn’t know what that was. I’m going to have one child. I’m very lucky in my life. And, my favorite part - I have a “fame diamond”. (I’m going to live forever. I’m going to learn how to fly.)
After driving Laura and Ray home, I went home and crawled into my little bed. Sunday was the first day in several months where I didn’t have to wake up early for SOMETHING, so I decided to just sleep until I woke up - which ended up being three in the afternoon. I got up, made a big pot of sushi rice and a bowl of miso, watched some VH1 special on Madonna, took a shower, played with my dog … and went back to bed at eight. ;) This morning when my alarm went off, I was able to get out of bed without groaning for the first time since I don’t remember when. I wasn’t tired. I didn’t need any coffee. I felt fine. (Do normal people feel like this all the time?)
Anyway, morningboss is gone today, which is why I have some time to write. In three days, I’m going to L.A…. this is going to be a good week.
Sorry I couldn’t make it to the show - what with my being all in SoCal and all. :(
Glad to hear it went well! And have fun in LA - the weather down there was (at least for me) totally kicking and awesome! :)
Oh, poopy. I’m sorry you didn’t get to go! It was great for us - the audiences (with the exception of the reviewer, obviously) had a great time, and everyone kept telling us that they wished our run was longer so they could come back and see the parts they missed. Due to stupid Thanksgiving, though, that wasn’t a possibility. Stupid Thanksgiving! ;)
Oh, and speaking of Thanksgiving - yeah, I’ve got to go. Tristam and Aurelia are bringing yummy food too! Dammit! I’m sure my house will be the happening place to be … oh well. I guess I’ll just have to send you good turkey vibes from afar!
Lookie, a Simul-post. JIm! The weather was nice, you say? Excellent. My hair kinda froze on my way to work this morning. That hasn’t happened since I lived in Minnesota.
My hair froze all weekend! Snow! Snow! Snow!
Okay, now I’m sick of snow. And what’s with this Seattle near-freezing crap? Wasn’t there good weather this weekend?
no. bastards!
Snow? Where? Did I miss it?
I thought Sunday was GORGEOUS! Of course, it would have to be, since I spent the afternoon inside a dark theatre. At least the rest of the week should be nice. It better be ‘cause I’ve got a 5 DAY WEEKEND coming up, and I don’t want to have to spend it cramped inside a tiny little boat, watching the rain/snow/sleet come down.
oh, Sunday. Right. I was asleep that day.
Ah, well, that was a trick. I was in Chicago, see. Snow everywhere. In honor of the new James Bond flick, I’m sure.
Sorry to bring bad news, but the weather in L.A. right now is completely yucky. This weekend was great, but now - blech! I swear there were gale force winds today trying to blow my car off the road. One of my husband’s co-workers called in late today because the windows on his house blew out and he had to put plywood over them. It’s died down now, but it blew in some pretty fierce lookin’ clouds. It’s fixin’ to rain ‘round Thursday, which means traffic will soooo suck!
Craptastic!
(Thanks for the warning. I’ll leave the Daisy Dukes at home. ;)
Um, so what I said about the wind dying down? Okay, forget that. Apparently it was only pretending to be gone while I stuck my head outside to check. I tried to walk from my car to my apartment and was nearly blown over.
dammit. Oh well - it’ll probably still be a welcome change after the weather here. As for the gale force winds, I’ll just pretend I’m in Oklahoma.
(Ben Oldham would be so proud.)
Darlin’, I called twice for reservations and both times your show was sold out. Sucks for me, but bully for you — Stranger review notwithstanding, your *audiences* were enjoying the hell out of themselves.
Hey, I’m coming over to your house for Thanksgiving, but you won’t be there. *Sniff* I hear Jaye and John Harmon are in charge of holiday eats at Halcyon House — are you SURE you want to go to L.A.?