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This is Marchville 19903 ...
As we're nearing the end of our first week of performances, I'm feeling pretty good about the show so far. But, a few updates:
1. Mother and Dad did come to the show. She said "It was a night out and we don't get very many of those any more." OK this is more by choice than anything else, but setting that aside, they did shell out for an extra ten bucks worth of raffle tickets, so I give them that on the plus side. Mother called the woman who sold them the tickets "a personality" which is code for PUSHY. Also, I had to hear that our stocking seams needed to be straighter, my voice was too shrill, and her ultimate, overall conclusion ... "well, we stayed awake at least." OOF. Whatever. I'm used to her level of dismissal by now. Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt on some level, but I combat it with humor (or try to).
2. The dead bat is still lying backstage. I am getting kinda used to it by now. The BFF tells me there was a luna moth to visit the other night, but I am glad I missed that. LARGE flying insects creep me the fuck out.
3. The weather has been odd... very cool in the evenings, but wonderfully so. I do not want to complain as next week is then guaranteed to be stinking hot.
4. The cute little backstage romance I referenced earlier turns out to be a much more sordid thing. He is still nominally married, but going through a messy divorce. She has a live in boyfriend. And they are always making out backstage ... and the BFF tells me that they are frequently debating whether they have time to sneak off for a quickie before either of them are due on stage. On one level it's so stereotypical summer theater romance it's laughable. On the other hand its sort of sordid and terrible. At the heart of it I'm sure are two lonely people looking for some kind of connection ... but random hookups backstage during a family show. A bit icky, that.
5. It's FRIDAY ... which means DRINKS, and then a lie in. HUZZAH. It's bee a long week...
6. I insist I don't make this face in real life. My facebook friends are disagreeing with me.
p.s. Pretty in Pink, yes. In that dress... maybe not so much. It's the right idea, but its a bit too much from the 'let's put the frilly sack on the big girl' mode of design.
1. Mother and Dad did come to the show. She said "It was a night out and we don't get very many of those any more." OK this is more by choice than anything else, but setting that aside, they did shell out for an extra ten bucks worth of raffle tickets, so I give them that on the plus side. Mother called the woman who sold them the tickets "a personality" which is code for PUSHY. Also, I had to hear that our stocking seams needed to be straighter, my voice was too shrill, and her ultimate, overall conclusion ... "well, we stayed awake at least." OOF. Whatever. I'm used to her level of dismissal by now. Doesn't mean it doesn't hurt on some level, but I combat it with humor (or try to).
2. The dead bat is still lying backstage. I am getting kinda used to it by now. The BFF tells me there was a luna moth to visit the other night, but I am glad I missed that. LARGE flying insects creep me the fuck out.
3. The weather has been odd... very cool in the evenings, but wonderfully so. I do not want to complain as next week is then guaranteed to be stinking hot.
4. The cute little backstage romance I referenced earlier turns out to be a much more sordid thing. He is still nominally married, but going through a messy divorce. She has a live in boyfriend. And they are always making out backstage ... and the BFF tells me that they are frequently debating whether they have time to sneak off for a quickie before either of them are due on stage. On one level it's so stereotypical summer theater romance it's laughable. On the other hand its sort of sordid and terrible. At the heart of it I'm sure are two lonely people looking for some kind of connection ... but random hookups backstage during a family show. A bit icky, that.
5. It's FRIDAY ... which means DRINKS, and then a lie in. HUZZAH. It's bee a long week...
6. I insist I don't make this face in real life. My facebook friends are disagreeing with me.
p.s. Pretty in Pink, yes. In that dress... maybe not so much. It's the right idea, but its a bit too much from the 'let's put the frilly sack on the big girl' mode of design.