Here is what you are doing Friday night. No, shut up, it is.
So, everybody who knows me knows that this show opens tomorrow. Woot! What you may not know is that my pals at Live Girls! are also having a show that night. Thankfully, THEY have a late show, so those of us being artistic earlier in the evening don’t have to lose out.
SO. HERE IS THE PLAN.
I have two comp tickets to my show available, which can only be used this thursday, friday, or saturday. If you want those, text message/call/reply and I will shamelessly give them away to whoever gets to me first. Come see the show! Drink cheap beer! Gawk at the crazy people performing six inches from your face! Then, when all is said and done (and I have gotten out of the world’s heaviest FAT PANTS), we will head over to beautiful Ballard to see Baker’s Dozen, one of the most interesting theatrical experiments I have ever been part of. I directed once and acted once, and to date it remains the only time I have ever been in a show with Ray or Erin where there was a script involved.
Doesn’t that sound good? A whole weekend full of exciting experimental theatre! What more could you possibly want?
(Don’t answer that. Perverts.)
I know. It blows. It’s because we couldn’t get three weekends to fit into everybody’s collective schedule. Stupid Bill Murray for getting married on what WOULD have been our opening weekend! Stupid someone else for being on vacation or whatever the second weekend of August! Stupid! Stupid!
On a happier note, you’re so pretty.
OMG WHY ARE YOU ONLY DOING TWO WEEKENDS, PERVERT-HEADS?