Tuesday, February 03, 2004
Theatre brings me to Tears
The theatre company that I work with is throwing their AIDS Benefit this Saturday. A month of work has finally culminated in whatever tonight’s rehearsal will bring. Although the event is 4 whole days away, we have yet to put all of the pieces into a concrete format. Leave it to actors to wait until the last minute.
I know that everyone has worked on their monologues and I am very excited to put it all together. The production shouldn’t last longer than 45 minutes, but it is our goal to make it as powerful as we possibly can. My monologue gives me the jitters. I have to talk about how I was in the hospital with AIDS and how I shit myself all the time. It’s pretty graphic, but if done well can be very moving.
During lunch today, I spent the hour running my pieces. At one point, I was sobbing while delivering my lines. Out of nowhere, I heard a knock on the door and was horrified to see the fire marshal walk in. (He was testing the alarms) He saw me crying and said “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you.” I was so embarrassed and before I could explain myself, he shut the door and left. I sat there thinking…no one ever understands an actor.
You should see me running my lines on the subway!
Anynoodle, my friend Mariah is singing two songs and we are having someone from God's Love We Deliver speak about the organization. AY YI YI! So much to do and so little time. But that’s how we all work best, so let’s go!
If you are interested in attending, the event will be at 6pm at a bar in Times Square. Yes, you can drink during the performance. Send me an email for further details.
Other than that, everything is going pretty smoothly on my end. Paul and I had a wonderful night together. He made my most favorite dinner: macaroni and cheese (Velveeta style), sautéed green beans, chicken cutlets, and Caesar salad. He is a wonderful cook and I ate as though I hadn’t seen food in months. It was greedy and monsterish and I couldn’t stop myself. I moved on to an entire bag of sour patch kids and Swedish fish and finally rolled my fat ass into bed.
Don’t worry, I took a huge dump this morning and was ready for pizza by 11am. Yeah, I gotta re-think this whole “eating like a slob while not smoking” thing.
If you haven’t started watching The Inferno on MTV, you are really pissing me off. Get on the ball. Last night RUH RUH RUH ROCKED!
Gotta jet.
Not much time today.
Must…
Must…
Must increase my bust?
The theatre company that I work with is throwing their AIDS Benefit this Saturday. A month of work has finally culminated in whatever tonight’s rehearsal will bring. Although the event is 4 whole days away, we have yet to put all of the pieces into a concrete format. Leave it to actors to wait until the last minute.
I know that everyone has worked on their monologues and I am very excited to put it all together. The production shouldn’t last longer than 45 minutes, but it is our goal to make it as powerful as we possibly can. My monologue gives me the jitters. I have to talk about how I was in the hospital with AIDS and how I shit myself all the time. It’s pretty graphic, but if done well can be very moving.
During lunch today, I spent the hour running my pieces. At one point, I was sobbing while delivering my lines. Out of nowhere, I heard a knock on the door and was horrified to see the fire marshal walk in. (He was testing the alarms) He saw me crying and said “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean to disturb you.” I was so embarrassed and before I could explain myself, he shut the door and left. I sat there thinking…no one ever understands an actor.
You should see me running my lines on the subway!
Anynoodle, my friend Mariah is singing two songs and we are having someone from God's Love We Deliver speak about the organization. AY YI YI! So much to do and so little time. But that’s how we all work best, so let’s go!
If you are interested in attending, the event will be at 6pm at a bar in Times Square. Yes, you can drink during the performance. Send me an email for further details.
Other than that, everything is going pretty smoothly on my end. Paul and I had a wonderful night together. He made my most favorite dinner: macaroni and cheese (Velveeta style), sautéed green beans, chicken cutlets, and Caesar salad. He is a wonderful cook and I ate as though I hadn’t seen food in months. It was greedy and monsterish and I couldn’t stop myself. I moved on to an entire bag of sour patch kids and Swedish fish and finally rolled my fat ass into bed.
Don’t worry, I took a huge dump this morning and was ready for pizza by 11am. Yeah, I gotta re-think this whole “eating like a slob while not smoking” thing.
If you haven’t started watching The Inferno on MTV, you are really pissing me off. Get on the ball. Last night RUH RUH RUH ROCKED!
Gotta jet.
Not much time today.
Must…
Must…
Must increase my bust?
