Wednesday, December 10, 2003
hey, do you smell that?
last night, the monkey and i were involved in a reading and discussion of a new play, sponsored by a theatre here. the play was unspeakably bad. the playwright is a student at a writing program i had previously been interested in attending--and, in truth, it may be too early to write off the entire school, but boy, howdy. it was stanky.
the best part was that when i went to the cooler when we finished and were on break, the monkey followed me and then gave me the hairy eyeball while i was drinking my water. his eyeballs said, holy shit! mine said, i know! and suddenly i thought about how awful it would be if i didn't know. i mean, if we were in the same room while a pukey play happened and then i had to wonder what he thought about it. sometimes i envy folks who date civilians; it must be easier in a lot of ways--one stable income, no professional jealousy bugaboos, closer-to-normal schedules, lack of gorgeous cabaret-singing exs . . . but it is worth a LOT to know someone understands what stanks.
actually, we met (the second time, for real) doing a bad play. i'd forgotten that.
i'd also momentarily forgotten that an ex-crush of his, who happens to be blonde and very beautiful and have graduated from a very good MFA program i've auditioned for a zillion times, asked him to work up a cabaret with him.
yep. great.
i gotta work up my own thing. i have an audition in a week and a half that calls for a two-minute piece of my own devising that affects me personally and will communicate something of my "artistic self." i'm not even sure what that means, but any guesses are welcome.
the best part was that when i went to the cooler when we finished and were on break, the monkey followed me and then gave me the hairy eyeball while i was drinking my water. his eyeballs said, holy shit! mine said, i know! and suddenly i thought about how awful it would be if i didn't know. i mean, if we were in the same room while a pukey play happened and then i had to wonder what he thought about it. sometimes i envy folks who date civilians; it must be easier in a lot of ways--one stable income, no professional jealousy bugaboos, closer-to-normal schedules, lack of gorgeous cabaret-singing exs . . . but it is worth a LOT to know someone understands what stanks.
actually, we met (the second time, for real) doing a bad play. i'd forgotten that.
i'd also momentarily forgotten that an ex-crush of his, who happens to be blonde and very beautiful and have graduated from a very good MFA program i've auditioned for a zillion times, asked him to work up a cabaret with him.
yep. great.
i gotta work up my own thing. i have an audition in a week and a half that calls for a two-minute piece of my own devising that affects me personally and will communicate something of my "artistic self." i'm not even sure what that means, but any guesses are welcome.
