Last night was one of those nights where I had to take a nap on the couch before I had enough energy to get ready for bed. (The nap took place at 11pm.)
But! The show opens tonight and I think it's pretty good. It's sure pretty. One of these days, I'll even get out the info so people can actually come see it...although if you come tonight, you'd be attending the gala where the board is actually barbecuing lamb in the parking lot to serve among the Greek-themed food.
Now, I'm a gal who likes a good party, but this seems excessive to me. And it's kinda done in a way that will torture the actors: food is served prior to curtain with dessert served at intermission.
I've been told the actors are used to this...which I suppose is appropriate as far as the future is concerned.
And now, a reason I love my cast:
One night, during notes, I attributed a change to a bad blocking choice I made by writing a little verbal note to myself that went like this:
Dear Ida,
You totally suck.
love,
your Secret Admirer
I continued on with notes, but was sporadically interrupted by the passing of little folded paper notes addressed to me whose contents included the above text...and one which said "PS I still won't go to the prom with you."
Posted by Ida at March 11, 2005 11:46 AMI don't understand why your secret admirer wouldn't wanna go to the prom with you? Isn't that every secret admirer's dream?
Posted by: flamingbanjo at March 12, 2005 10:02 AMAnd what kind of "admirer" only writes nasty notes to the object of their desire?
Posted by: KING COMTE I at March 12, 2005 11:03 AMWhat you got there is a Secret Detractor.
Posted by: flamingbanjo at March 12, 2005 06:36 PMThank you! I was trying to come up with the proper appelation!
Posted by: KING COMTE I at March 12, 2005 10:22 PMi believe that's called a teenage secret admirer, where "i hope you die" means "psst, i love you."
Posted by: ian at March 15, 2005 05:17 PM