tryptophantastic
Great fucking week. Highlights include:
Getting cast in Dark Ride at Open Circle
Going drinking with coworkers, multiple times
Learning to play poker
Learning to flip my car on Grand Theft Auto
Drinking Sugar-free Red Bull, Vodka, Sprite, and Emergen-C TOGETHER
Pillow fights
Successfully making a metric butt-ton of Green Bean Casserole
Jenga
Mancala
Blowing bubbles
Drinking SO MUCH WINE
Watching people play Street Fighter
A $65,000 hand of poker
Zoolander
FINALLY seeing Office Space (Yes, Yuki, it’s true)
Lavender Massage Oil
A surprising first - two days in a row
Being grilled by my mother
Wearing Rebekah’s clothes
Discovering that someone saw me fall on my tailbone going down Olive
Not being able to kick anyone’s ass, because I am jello.
Nerves of steel … sort of.
More later when I’m not gnawing off my own hand from hunger. (I could handle having weeks like this more often.)
life will be ecstasy, you and me and
Holy shit. One year ago, I was getting ready to board a plane for Los Angeles. I was worrying about spending Thanksgiving surrounded by a bunch of people I’d either never met before or barely knew - but still wanted to impress. I was reorganizing, I was cleaning, I was calling my mother for her green bean casserole recipe.
This year, I am wasting away my last hours at work before I get to leave for my audition. I’ve been moving my shit around and doing laundry all week. I’m worrying about spending Thanksgiving with DJ and all his friends. I know some of them, some of them I don’t know, how the hell is this our fourth date? (Of course, in the span of three dates we’ve managed to spend about forty hours together, so I guess it kind of evens out.) I am calling my mom for her rhubarb pie recipe. I am not getting on a plane, but I am definitely about to go for a ride.
Some things never change. Happy Turkey Day, y’all. If your weekend looks anything like mine, best of luck to you.
completely hypothetical
This is where the hypothetical entry was - but it’s not important anymore. I just wanted to keep the comments, ‘cause y’all are funny.
starting over
I’m completely changing my friendster profile, so here is what I USED to say about myself. Y’know, for posterity (or as Yuki would say, “Posteriority”.)
Hometown: The Midwest. Yes, all of it.
Occupation:Actor/Teacher/Ruffian
Interests:Acting, directing, stage managing, dying my hair, performance art, teaching, painting, make-up art, drinking, drawing, singing, dancing (and boys who can dance), sleeping, tattoos, piercings, kissing, Glenlivet, Lucky Strike Lights, Sriracha chili sauce.
Favorite Music:The Josh Joplin Group, Poe, Prodigy, Suzanne Vega, Busta Rhymes, The Goondocks, The So and So’s, Concrete Blonde, Princess Superstar, Lamya, Audioslave, Ivory Smith, Roger Miller, Evanescence, QOTSA, Ted Leo/Pharmacists, MC Paul Barman
Favorite Books:Waking the Moon (Elizabeth Hand), The Secret History (Donna Tartt), The Guide to Getting It On (Seriously, have you read this book?), Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf? (Edward Albee), Adrienne Rich, Pablo Neruda, T.S. Eliot
Favorite TV Shows:Sifl & Olly, Six Feet Under, Inside the Actors Studio, Buffy, The Real World, Conan O’Brien. Recently, I’m obsessed with Queer Eye for the Straight Guy - Especially any episode in which Carson falls down.
Favorite Movies:Kill Bill, Hackers, Death to Smoochy, Willow, Birdy, Spice World, The Matrices, Xanadu, Evil Dead 2, Snatch, any movie with me in it, and Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. I like my movies either GREAT or campy and mock-able.
About Me:I’m an actor and preschool teacher in Seattle - I also teach at the Children’s Theatre dramaschool and do fun stuff (mmm, fire and chemicals) with Mad Science. {Editor’s note: Sadly, Mad Science of Seattle went belly-up on Nov. 5, so I’m going to have to play with chemicals in the privacy of my own home. RIP, fun-ass place to work. My weekends won’t be the same without you. Of course, I DID get to keep that sexy lab coat…} I’m an Annex Theatre company member, but I’ll act for whoever will let me. I do the “broke as a joke” look with style and dig the life of a starving artist. I have “Beauty is Terror” tattooed onto my body, to make sure I don’t forget. My friends are either math dorks or music dorks or science dorks or art dorks or theatre dorks or computer dorks, but they’re all definitely dorks. (Of course, it takes one to know one.) The more you know: www.annextheatre.org/ (My theatre company) or www.exitheatre.com/ (7 Strangers) or www.livegirlstheater.org/ (Pioneer Square Ladies) or www.stagedirect.com/massmurder (Watch my trailer!)
Who I Want to Meet:God, I don’t know. Raise your hand if you’re fun to hang out with - okay, you in the back. Yeah, you.
the time to hesitate is through
no time to wallow in the mire
So, I’d made plans to go out with DJ* last night to see a movie. We were going to see Intolerable Cruelty, and then we were either going to go for drinks before or after. So, I pull into the garage at Pacific Place, park my car … and the fire alarms go off. I’m down there pretty deep, and so I have to figure out how the hell to get out and climb a buttload of stairs to get outside. (I hate stairs. Rotten bastards.)
Outside, it’s a total mob scene. Everyone from the entire complex has emptied out into the streets. People are milling around, asking questions, looking confused - when all of a sudden, a group of guys starts to sing. It’s this crazy funny song about Seattle whose lyrics include “the gays and the lesbos, the white folks and espressos, the something something and negros” (pronounced so that it would rhyme, of course). A huge crowd gathers to watch the spectacle, and I am completely entranced. It’s like a scene out of a movie, where people just randomly burst into song.
Just as they are done, DJ arrives. We decide that trying to wait around to eat at Pacific Place would be sheer folly, so we head over to that place whose name has the word Elephant in it. (Triptrop used to work there … anyone? Bueller?) We sit and talk and have a really great dinner - and we miss the movie. CRAP. We go to Meridian to see if anything is playing there, but nothing works out.
“Hey,” says DJ. “Do you like pool?”
“Hell yeah,” I respond. “Where do you want to go?”
“Have you ever been to the Garage?” he asks.
This, as most of you know, is a stupid question. I think I recall actually jumping up and down in the middle of the street.
Once we arrive, we discover that the lovely Miss M (our fave rave waitress) is at our table - and whose pool table should be DIRECTLY next to ours but the fabulous RACKMASTER J-Rhea. What was a really fun single date turns into a pretty raucous and awesome double date, and I get my ass schooled at pool. This is no surprise.
After a few games (and a few Obans) we head on down to Aristocrats for the birthday party of a friend of DJ’s. J-Rhea and Dude* come along, and we dance until we are kicked out. Then, we go to Contour, where J-Rhea and Dude stay until 2:30? or so, and DJ and I stay until 3:30. I drive him to his car, where we proceed to sit in MY car and smoke and talk until about 5:30 in the morning. By the time I get into bed, it is 5:45 am.
My alarm goes off at 7:00. I am feeling just about as rockstar as is humanly possible, given the circumstances. I have also had a shit-eating grin on my face all day. These are acceptable consequences for partying on a school night. Don’t you think?
* Names have been changed to protect the (currently) innocent
if so, will you get your own show?
Who’s going on a date with someone really promising tomorrow night? Yes, friends, that would be me. Let’s just hope this one isn’t already dating someone else and just accidentally forgot to mention it. (Seriously, would something like that happen twice in a row?) Send me some good karma, if you’ve got any to spare…
an amalgama… amalg… oh, fuck it
You are Cinnamon.
This is good to know.
In other news, here are a collection of quotes from …and also fierce. These are all notes which are written in my script - some notes directly from our director, and some which are conversation pieces I took down. Ahem.
More rebuttage.
Shit I say has not always been said. Example: See? SEE?!!
No sitting on trees, dumbass.
That’s, like, the stupidest thing ever.
Oh my god, Invisicape. If you were any lamer you would need a cane.
He’s so book smart (D’n’D manual.) I’m so street smart (Zen, baby.)
You walk over there, and you’re all like “Say, look at the girrrrrrrlsssssss….”
WATER GLASSES! HOLY MOTHER OF CRAP!
You know what? Stay where you frickin’ ARE! You just met, you’re not going to do a BALLET.
Then you go “Zupetaha”, by which I mean Down Stage Right.
You’re all silent but deadly back there!
That WILL work, if you do the “Paste-It-Daddy”.
G: You might have to do that whole Swiss Family Robinson thing.
R: Like the pool shot?
M: Yeah, without the boom-chicka-boom-boom.
R: Without the UGGGGH?
P: Yeah, there ain’t no UGGGGGGH.
SPOOP!
I’ve got on my trapungee - and my capron!
Pulled toward the Carol Ann scent of your father
Fink Fink Schwa!
Human again. Slumpytown.
This show is going to rock.
ha fucking ha
You’re going to love this. So, the guy we fondly referred to as “Hot Asian Rocker Dude” suddenly makes a lot more sense. At first, I was calling him a lot. Then we were hanging out, and nothing was happening. Then I started to decide that I was going to give up on him, since he was too much work. Of course, this is when he started calling me a lot. I met his friends on several occasions, got along with them all - especially this girl named Morgan - really well. I love his band. This is only sort of relevant to the following.
Between the time when we first met and this evening, his “friend” Morgan has become his “girlfriend” Morgan. I called him tonight to see if he wanted to go for drinks with Sraerob and I, but he wasn’t home. Apparently, Morgan and his roommate Rhett were just sitting around wondering how to get a hold of me, so that they could invite me to his surprise party on Friday. Morgan and I have alwyas gotten along great, and we had a nice little conversation, and then I hung up the phone and my brain said “WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED HERE?”
I’ll probably go and say happy birthday, because what I’ve been telling people about him recently is that he’s a nice guy and we had fun hanging out. We could easily become friends, but of course a new “friend” isn’t actually what I was looking for. It should also be mentioned, of course, that he called me several times after the two of them got together. I am so baffled by all of this.
I kind of feel like this could only happen to me.
Song of the day
I start a new photo album every year or so. This past one began in March, just as I was starting my new job. Every photo album has a drastically different feel to it, depending on what my life was like during that year.
This one is the best album yet.
There are pictures of my job, which I love. There are pictures from 7 Strangers, and from parties, and from a wedding, and from retreat, and from Ghosty. There are pictures of me getting a large work of art permanently placed onto my body. There are pictures of old friends visiting and getting along with new friends. There are pictures of some of the best, truest friends I have ever had in my life.
While I was looking through it last night, this song was playing. So, for those of you not familiar with the JJG, here are the lyrics. This is how I feel about my friends and my life right now… so thanks.
The Wonderful Ones
We storm the stage, we play our part
Everybody loves a thespian
We jump a grade, we make our mark
Everybody loves a champion
And we are larger than life
Brighter than lights
We’re always on
Everybody knows us we’re the wonderful ones
We live too fast and then we die
Everybody loves a legend then
We shoot to last we don’t ask why
Everybody loves Americans
And we are armed to the teeth
High on speed
We’re always on
CHORUS: Everybody knows us we’re the wonderful ones
Making the scene, the kings and
queens of last years prom
Everybody loves us, how about you?
BRIDGE: The ghostly girls who shed their skins
The sunbathed boys, the Hilton twins
The fabulous fucked up us
Well ready or not we’re coming because
The show must go on
The show must go on
The show is on
CHORUS
Everybody knows us, we’re the wonderful ones
Our names on the list we’re hard to resist
We’re so like young
Everybody knows us, we’re the wonderful ones
Nothing’s our fault, we never get caught
Everybody loves us, how about you?
a’soulin’, a’soulin’, a soul cake
And now, because I am too tired to post something real, here’s an amalgamation of “nuggets of thought” from last weekend.
I am dead. I poisoned people. As part of my penance, I am writing messages to people in flour on the floor of the kitchen. One of these messages says:
Benlau walks into the kitchen and reads this out loud. Then he snickers and says “Yeah, right. And one vial to bring them all, and in the darkness bind them.”
Later that evening, Josh walks through. He turns to the other people in the kitchen and says “You know, I’ve been to her house. This is actually how she cooks.” A few minutes later he returns, and says “This is exactly how she looked at retreat.”
Benlau comes through again the next night. I’ve’ changed “one vial to kill, one vial to heal” to “one vial kills, one vial heals”, thinking that the removal of the word “to” will stave off any Lord of the Rings references. I am wrong. He walks in, takes one look at what I’ve written, bursts out laughing, and runs from the kitchen. I find myself very grateful that nobody is in the kitchen to watch me laugh until I cry. Of course, the people who came through next probably thought that I was weeping out of ghostly remorse, which is okay too.
Sasa from work comes with a group of friends, spends two hours trying to find my talisman - which Ida has always just taken from me when they return - and finally gives me my vial at 11:55. Just in time.
The drunkest, most ridiculous voicemail message that I have ever gotten from Yuki and Jet. (If anyone wants to listen to it, I totally saved it. It’s still there.)
“Okay, okay. So, you two make out, and then I’ll take a picture. Okay. Now, you kiss her and YOU look really happy about it. Okay. Now, both of you make out and I will be over here, also in the shot, looking really happy about it. Yeah. That’s good.”
We take a break and go to der Uber-Meyer to shop for (what else?) underpants. While looking, I get a call from Yuki and Jet, and I ask Yuki if he thinks I need “Queen of the Universe” underwear. He turns and asks Jet, and I can hear Jet loudly proclaim (in the middle of the sushi restaurant) “Alicia does NOT need underwear!”
“Oh my god, I love you. I love you, I love you, I love you. Seriously - and I’m not just saying this because I’m drunk - we should hang out. We should. Get over here, bitch! I’m PUTTING YOU IN MY PHONE!”
Having my tattoo be the group salt lick for everyone’s tequila shots
“I know what your tattoo says - it says ‘BOG TO KILL’! And you got it because of your love of the group Boston!”
Meeting Robbie’s wonderful new boyfriend, Kevin, who let me pet his fuzzy head
Squeezing myself into vinyl, and then GOING OUT IN PUBLIC IN IT
Where is Waldo? THERE is Waldo!
“Hey, take those off so I can see your eyes. Ohhhh, THERE’s my girl …”
Robbie and I doing a full-on production number of “You’re the one that I want” from Grease at the top of our lungs
“I really only asked about your girlfriend so I would know whether or not to feel bad when I make out with you later.”
Getting yelled at by Hell’s landlord, and having to leave
Getting back to Heaven, only to have the cops show up
Dave from Detroit, and his party presents
Having a large straight boy say that me and my very gay guy friend falling on top of each other on Amandalee’s bed was “Really HOT.”
Watching someone puke in a sink
“Just look at yourself, and say this. ‘I am so hot. I am strong and I have a huge badass tattoo and people like licking me, and I’m dressed in vinyl and I look so fucking hot. I’m strong and I’m hot and I even puke pretty.’ Just keep saying that… Hey, guys? Do you prefer pads or tampax?”
“See? It’s a Children’s Theatre Dramaschool shirt! It’ll practically feel like it’s yours!”
“I know you’re unhappy now, but just remember that this will pass.”
“We were talking, and we decided that you are the nicest straight guy that either of us have ever met!”
There is a reading of this absolutely brutal play of Elizabeth Heffron’s called “Mitzi’s Abortion”. Afterwards, we talk about tissue that is taken from that sort of situation, and how it is often later used for things like make-up. Someone then remarks on the fact that circumcision tissue is used for similar things. Someone else says “Like wallets?” and Gude says “If you rub it a little, it turns into an overnight bag!”
I got cast in something great. Then, the person I was cast opposite dropped out of the show. SO. Someone new has been cast in his place, and I have to go in and read with this person to see if I am still cast or not. Please, send me good vibes Tuesday evening - you know, the kind of vibes that will make it possible for me to have really incredible chemistry with another woman’s husband. That would be great.