Monday, February 09, 2004
Just Another Saturday Night?
On Saturday night, the Theatre Company held a fundraiser entitled “Aids. a benefit”. The program consisted of 3 monologues, 2 poems, and 2 scenes. Also my friend Mariah performed 2 songs and we had a representative from “God’s Love We Deliver” give a short presentation about his organization. All in all it was a very tight little piece we had put together.
Of course there were the usual panic attacks right before the show. Was anyone going to come? Did we have enough snack foods? What if we had more people than we had chairs? What if we forgot our lines? Why is the pipe in the back of the theatre spilling water all over the floor?
It was completely nerve-wracking and hectic, but we pulled everything off with such grace.
The performance only lasted about a half an hour, but the response was incredible. I thought that everyone’s performance was right on. I was also extremely pleased with the way my monologue went. I received quite a few compliments from those in attendance. After having in depth conversations with a few audience members, I was relieved to know that my piece was not only well done, but moving and powerful in its own right. I had stressed about my monologue for so long that finding out how much it affected people really made me feel as though the work I put into it was well worth it.
We had about 35 people in attendance and we luckily made just over $400. We are donating 20% of the proceeds to God’s Love We Deliver and are using the rest of the money to get started on our spring 2004 production. We are wasting no time in jumping in to the next show as we are having our first production meeting tomorrow. It may be a little soon, since Kelly and I are frantically trying to find ourselves a new apartment in the next week as well. But I tend to work best under pressure, so I am lucky that there is a shit load of it on my back right now to keep me moving in high gear.
After the benefit, I spent some time with a few guys who visited from my college. It was so nice to catch up with them. There were also people there from every aspect of our NYC life. Work, friends, lesbian bars, etc. The only person who wasn’t in attendance was Paul. He got stuck at work, sort of. There isn’t much to say except he broke my heart that night. And he didn’t apologize either. As I’ve been telling myself every hour after the show…it’s fine.
After schmoozing at the bar for an hour or so, 15 of us made our way to the East Village. We ended up completely taking over a local dive bar and drinking our faces off. It was a very eclectic group of people and for the most part it went smoothly.
I am always perplexed by people who ignore guests of theirs. I mean, if you don’t want to hang out with someone, send them home. It’s irritating for everyone else to have to take care of your guest, while you’re busy talking to who you want to talk to. And that happened A LOT on Saturday night. I don’t think anyone’s feelings got hurt, thanks to those of us who took care of the problem. But if you ask me if I had a great time on Saturday night, I wouldn’t be able to say “YES!” I would smile and walk away politely.
I am learning to bite my tongue a lot more than I have in the past. I have tried being vocal about shit that bothers me, but to no avail. I have since learned that people would rather have smoke blown up their ass than they would to have a real conversation with someone. I guess all of this stuff is running through my head today because it is the first time I have voiced my opinion since Saturday night. I like hanging out with tons of people at once, but I like when I don’t have to be the one that makes sure everyone is comfortable. I don’t know if people expect me to assume that role or if I do it out of necessity, but either way, it is something that happens frequently.
So yeah.
The benefit was a raging success. The outing afterwards was ok.
Kelly and I start looking at apartments this week too! AY YI YI! So much going on at once. We think we have found a really adorable place in Chelsea, but we won’t know for sure until we see it on Wednesday. But could you imagine me living in Chelsea? ME EITHER, but I LOVE the idea!
Keep Kelly and I in your prayers.
Till tomorrow…
On Saturday night, the Theatre Company held a fundraiser entitled “Aids. a benefit”. The program consisted of 3 monologues, 2 poems, and 2 scenes. Also my friend Mariah performed 2 songs and we had a representative from “God’s Love We Deliver” give a short presentation about his organization. All in all it was a very tight little piece we had put together.
Of course there were the usual panic attacks right before the show. Was anyone going to come? Did we have enough snack foods? What if we had more people than we had chairs? What if we forgot our lines? Why is the pipe in the back of the theatre spilling water all over the floor?
It was completely nerve-wracking and hectic, but we pulled everything off with such grace.
The performance only lasted about a half an hour, but the response was incredible. I thought that everyone’s performance was right on. I was also extremely pleased with the way my monologue went. I received quite a few compliments from those in attendance. After having in depth conversations with a few audience members, I was relieved to know that my piece was not only well done, but moving and powerful in its own right. I had stressed about my monologue for so long that finding out how much it affected people really made me feel as though the work I put into it was well worth it.
We had about 35 people in attendance and we luckily made just over $400. We are donating 20% of the proceeds to God’s Love We Deliver and are using the rest of the money to get started on our spring 2004 production. We are wasting no time in jumping in to the next show as we are having our first production meeting tomorrow. It may be a little soon, since Kelly and I are frantically trying to find ourselves a new apartment in the next week as well. But I tend to work best under pressure, so I am lucky that there is a shit load of it on my back right now to keep me moving in high gear.
After the benefit, I spent some time with a few guys who visited from my college. It was so nice to catch up with them. There were also people there from every aspect of our NYC life. Work, friends, lesbian bars, etc. The only person who wasn’t in attendance was Paul. He got stuck at work, sort of. There isn’t much to say except he broke my heart that night. And he didn’t apologize either. As I’ve been telling myself every hour after the show…it’s fine.
After schmoozing at the bar for an hour or so, 15 of us made our way to the East Village. We ended up completely taking over a local dive bar and drinking our faces off. It was a very eclectic group of people and for the most part it went smoothly.
I am always perplexed by people who ignore guests of theirs. I mean, if you don’t want to hang out with someone, send them home. It’s irritating for everyone else to have to take care of your guest, while you’re busy talking to who you want to talk to. And that happened A LOT on Saturday night. I don’t think anyone’s feelings got hurt, thanks to those of us who took care of the problem. But if you ask me if I had a great time on Saturday night, I wouldn’t be able to say “YES!” I would smile and walk away politely.
I am learning to bite my tongue a lot more than I have in the past. I have tried being vocal about shit that bothers me, but to no avail. I have since learned that people would rather have smoke blown up their ass than they would to have a real conversation with someone. I guess all of this stuff is running through my head today because it is the first time I have voiced my opinion since Saturday night. I like hanging out with tons of people at once, but I like when I don’t have to be the one that makes sure everyone is comfortable. I don’t know if people expect me to assume that role or if I do it out of necessity, but either way, it is something that happens frequently.
So yeah.
The benefit was a raging success. The outing afterwards was ok.
Kelly and I start looking at apartments this week too! AY YI YI! So much going on at once. We think we have found a really adorable place in Chelsea, but we won’t know for sure until we see it on Wednesday. But could you imagine me living in Chelsea? ME EITHER, but I LOVE the idea!
Keep Kelly and I in your prayers.
Till tomorrow…
