Wow! Life Back in a Box

29 03 2011

Today was my first day back in the box office at my friendly local theatre. It’s been two or three years since I last worked in the box office and I pretty much leapt back in nose-first today. Luckily it all came back quickly and I seemed to get through with only a minimum of fuss and questions. It’s going to be a whole new/old adventure.

On a more violent note, last night in karate we learned: How to defend ourselves with a ball point pen, how to defend ourselves in a knife fight using our jackets, how to knock someone out with a purse and why the new version of Karate Kid got some things right. I also got a bonus lesson about why I shouldn’t use a keys-through-the-fist as a defense mechanism. It’s much better to chuck your keys at their face, follow it up with a few punches and then run.

I’d love to get their opinions about fighting in high heels.

Oh! And, as a bonus, one of our Senseis started doing the finger-snapping West Side Story thing and then told us that he’s a Marine. There’s a combo for you, people.

It’s just a little update but you’ll have to bear with me, I’ve got a LONG week this week.


Let’s Talk About Me Some More

22 03 2011

Because, let’s face it, there are not enough blog posts in the world dedicated to me. I mean, come on people!

I’m currently enjoying an evening at home with a cat sitting as close to my face as is practical. Really it’s quite the loveliest picture of me in fifty years- PJ’s, a big glass of water, a side ponytail and a cat. Probably in fifty years I’ll have more cats, though. I should really take a picture for comparisons sake.


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“Opening Night” or “In which I learn a lesson”

18 03 2011

Today was opening night of Iron Curtain at Village Theatre. To my mind there is nothing more wonderful than an opening night. Everyone is dressed to the nines, everyone knows everyone and the press sniffing around give an air of intrigue to the proceedings that is delightful. Some of those press people are dear and wonderful and I look forward to seeing them every show. The others are more like undercover spies- I know they exist but I could not be sure I have seen them.

I dressed to the nines as well- to the utter delight of my feminine heart- and was told that I reminded someone of Grace Kelly.

Pause for girlish squeal of pure joy.

To continue… There aren’t a whole lot of occasions in my life where I get to get dressed up and go out somewhere so I take full advantage of opening nights. We’re talking full makeup, curled hair and heels so tall I surprised my (very tall) father. Tomorrow when I return to work the look will be decidedly more schlemiel.

After the show finished I made my way over to Lombardi’s for our opening night party. I hardly ever go to these parties but I really love the cast of Iron Curtain and thought it would be fun. And it was…mostly. The problem with being me in those situation is I don’t really KNOW people very well. I work with them every day but my interaction with 90% of the people is brief. Not much to build relationship on, you know. Hence I ALWAYS end up feeling just a wee bit awkward. As long as I can find someone to talk to I’m happy but I end up running out of people/topics of conversation quickly. I still enjoy myself but always leave early.

Tonight, contrary to the normal, I was actually having a lovely conversation with one of the lead actors. We shan’t mention names but it was like what I imagine eating with Brad Pitt would be like- lots of people coming over to say hello and chat etc etc. Right in the middle of one of these little interludes I started to feel SIck. The kind of sick I felt when I passed out on the airplane. I grabbed some water and excused myself until I felt better. Lost conversation but regained sense of balance in my inner ears.

Then I realized- I haven’t been eating or sleeping well for about four days now. Every time I go to eat I’m not hungry and when I lay down to sleep my brain is going a thousand miles a minute. Due to these unfortunate facts I had to interrupt a lovely conversation and leave early. Kicking myself the whole way, of course.

So the lesson is this: When one is under emotional duress, express it to someone, talk it out. Then eat a sandwich so you can enjoy your evening.

Secondary lesson? Thank God every day for the people in your life willing to listen when you collapse and bawl.

Something Missing?

13 03 2011

Tonight I went to work to see a production of our latest show “Iron Curtain”. I anticipated loving the show because the authors of Iron Curtain are also the authors of my favorite show VT has ever done, “Once Upon a Time in New Jersey”. There was no way that they could have disappointed me. Actually they surpassed my wildest expectations.

It was the funniest show I’ve seen in ages made all the more enjoyable because it’s chock full of my favorite local actors. I say “local actors” as though my wide acquaintance among thespians includes actors from all over the globe! Let it be noted that it does not. Point being the actors that I do love best in all the world are all in this particular show. If I could fold them up and keep them in my closet where they could sing and dance for me always I would do it. Next best is to put them in an old-hollywood-feeling-smorgasbord of awesome.

You heard me. Smorgasbord of awesome.

I find enjoyable theatre to be a mixed blessing. While I’m in the seat watching and listening it’s all wonderful but when I get up to leave my heart hurts. I miss being a part of the performing arts. Give me a stage and let me dance! Hand me some Shakespeare and I’ll gladly declaim. Just don’t send me home knowing that of all the lights around that stage not one is reserved for me.

Last time someone asked me “What would you do if you knew you could not fail?” my immediate answer was “act”. Which is strange because you could never get me to admit that acting is something I want to do. At least, not in casual conversation. The truth is, though, that it’s not acting that scares me. I know in my heartiest heart that I have talent- perhaps not in any extraordinary degree; I’m not genius- but I’m capable. No, the scary part is the auditions and the rejections and being surrounded (literally every day) by people who act for a living. That’s a lot to live up to when you are the least experienced, least significant novice imaginable.

Anyway, there’s a little glimpse into my psyche. Lucky you.

Day Two: Dishes, Dogs and Dirty Laundry

27 10 2008

I woke up early. I woke up early to retrieve my dog. I woke up early to retrieve my dog because my dad works and I’m the only other option.

It was a foggy day on Happy Hound Drive when I pulled up to get my Gustis. The air was cold and I was still slightly foggy brained. But Gus looked none the worse for wear and wasn’t even mad at me like he normally is after we kennel him. Half an hour after I got home the owner of the Happy Hound called to give us a debrief of our dog’s stay. He had a special bed in the kitchen with a blanket to go over him. After the first two nights they decided that he was lonely in his own room so they put him in a room with some of the other old farts. He went to the hardwear store and had lots of treats. When he got home today he alternated between lying in the sun inside and lying in the sun outside. It’s a rough life. Read the rest of this entry »