The other night I was walking home from rehearsal, and I was so goddamn happy.
It's impossible not to have fun when the show you're working on has lines like "So long suckers!! Call me if you get bored and I'll come around and kill ya!!!". It's just pure silliness and I'm ALL about that.
I also realized it was the first time in a long time where I wasn't thinking about the next thing I had to do. I was just in the present, enjoying myself, and not worrying about anything but my British accent (which is still awful, but I'm slowly improving!). It was one of those "Fuck, I love acting" moments.
Sunday I worked at the Children's Museum with Katie and we read True West backstage. I can't WAIT to start working on it. There is nothing more satisfying then playing a part where you just get to HATE somebody, especially when you start out trying so hard to hide your bubbling fury. And it's completely about the relationship between these brothers and all I'll have to do is focus on Katie because I know she's going to give me some great shit to work with.
After that I went to an Oscars Party! Hell, I don't even care about the Oscars, but why do people get so up and arms about them? "Psht, THAT Oscars was disappointing". Uh, what were you expecting? It's the oscars. There's going to be really lame jokes about the movies that came out that year and lots of celebrities in pretty dresses and awards getting handed out. I never EXPECT anything from the Oscars. I watch them if I have a reason to. Like a party. So I went, and you know what? I had a blast! They're just a reason to make our own jokes and argue over who's going to win. Good, healthy competition!
The host of the party (Kara's boyfriend Pat) had us all fill out ballots of who we thought WOULD win and who we thought SHOULD win. You'd get 1 point if you could a would win right and .5 points if you got a should win. The winners got DVDs from Pat's collection.
And I came in third! I won a copy of No Country For Old Men! Ah, the simple pleasures. After the party I picked Joe up from work and he made us midnight steaks. I love midnight steak with Joe.
On a completely different note, I am a BAD TEACHER. Holy crap. I can't even handle eight 3 -5 year olds for forty five minutes. It always starts out fine. The first twenty minutes I can engage them (especially if I read to them in a British accent), but the moment I try to get them to participate in an organized activity they FREAK OUT. Everyone starts shouting! and running! To steal a quote from Larry I become the "agent of chaos" just because I'm the drama teacher. I have no authority. They are leaping about like little monsters. It is TOO much. I don't think I can teach this age group again. And it's not their fault, it's mine. I just get...overwhelmed!
Ah! There's one little boy though who is a complete delight. He's creative, thoughtful, and enthusiastic. He loves every activity and he participates with his full being. I can tell he really, really loves pretending and it's so wonderful to watch.
But the rest of 'em? Can't do it. SORRY.
Ah well! After that was rehearsal and that sure plucked my spirits back up.
Yesterday I bought Joe Cheddar that had been aged 2 years. He's in Book of Days and his character works at a Cheese Plant and he's VERY PASSIONATE about it. So I bought Joe this cheese. It was DELICIOUS. I think we're going to get cheese of different ages and compare them.
Well. I have to do to my audition to be a Freedom Trail Guide. Ha. Ha. HA!
If I get this job I will be just like every other actor in Boston. That's FINE, though! I'm actually hoping I get it so I can learn some damn history.
American Revolution, get in me!
Monday, February 28, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Where I babble about opera, pubs, and coversations on the t
Well. I'm covered in tiny, mysterious red spots. Don't know what that means. I feel GREAT so I don't know what my body is trying to pull here. I'm going to give it a few days, maybe my skin is just confused. Who knows? Bodies.
Wednesday was beautiful. Took the pup with me on all my dog walks. He was exhausted by the end of it all and could barely keep his eyes open when we got home. I love watching his battles with sleep.
That night Lauren and I went to see "Cardillac" a German opera! Terry was assistant stage managing the show and got us into the dress rehearsal for free.
This set actually looks nothing like the set of the show we saw, but I thought it looked pretty goddamn neat. That's not to say the set of the production we saw wasn't great. There were lots of huge set pieces that got pulled up and down into the fly space.
My favorite thing was that there were two scrims that made a v shape and they did all sorts of shadow work with them. That was probably one of the most visually awesome things about the production.
Opera is great, because it's so bizarre. The plot of this opera was not unlike an anime (the subtitles probably enhanced this feeling!). It was about a man who created amazing jewelery. The most beautiful jewelery in all the land. He sacrificed his relationship with his daughter for his work. Meanwhile his daughter was falling deeply in love with a random officer. Oh, and of course, anyone who bought his jewelery wound up brutally murdered. Crazy, eh?!
All the performers were unbelievably talented. As silly and over the top as the story was I couldn't help but be in awe of those performers. I will never be able to do anything like that and it's so heartening to watch people doing the thing that they specialize in.
The production was in the Cutler Majestic, the main stage of Emerson College. I never got to perform there because they mostly host musicals and operas.
At the end of the run the performers pulled the Stage Manager and my roommate (the Assistant Stage Manager) on stage to take a bow. My roommate sent me a text afterwards that said "It took five years, but I finally took a bow in the Cutler".
Goddamnit. Warmed my heart!
Last night it snowed. I was walking towards the train after work when Caleb (Joe's best friend from kindergarten) called me and invited me to join him on a pub crawl. I was feeling impulsive so I decided to meet up with them. When I arrived I was immediately handed a free Guinness. Not bad! It was nice to just talk to him for a little while. It turns out his friend's coworkers got invited on this random VIP pub crawl because they were regulars at some bar. Not a lot of people showed up so I had no problem sneaking aboard. I was very out of place, but I didn't mind. Sometimes it's nice to be out of my element.
The bus ride to the next pub was like being back in high school. They blasted some hip hop jams from the 90s. Including gems like "Peaches and Cream". Caleb and I invented a new dance movie "The Carousel". It's exactly what it sounds like.
After that I went home to my pup.
I've noticed that Maestro gives strangers a way to start conversations with me on the t.
Two of my favorite conversations recently are as follows:
1) A woman who stopped me and told about a series of mystery novels written by a woman and co-authored by her cat named Sneaky Pie Brown. The cat in the story has a noble corgi companion who evidently helps her solve these mysteries. I really think I ought to pick up one of these books:
At the end of our conversation she says "I have an Irish Setter, so we both of Celtic dogs!". Delightful!
2) A wonderful middle aged couple. They stopped to ask about Maestro because they, too, had a corgi and they adored the breed. We talked the entire train ride and they showed me a video of their dog named Gertie. They were looking to get another corgi so I told them about Luann, Maestro's breeder. They also had a cat named Maeybe (yes, after Arrested Development!) who used to get to near the oven and Gertie would herd her away to protect her. I love that. They really seemed like the nicest people.
Interactions like that make me love living in a city.
Near our apartment there is a horrible intersection with about five different streets all converging. We always expect to see some awful accident happen there, but we never have. Until today.
A cop car drove through the intersection with his sirens on and a car smashed into it. Whoops! We saw the whole thing. It didn't seem like anybody was hurt, but jesus, bad day for everyone involved.
Now I'm home and watching the roommates play Marvel vs. Capcom. A game I will NEVER be good at. Ha!
Tonight Scarlett and I are going to read Twelfth Night. She's my Olivia. I'm so fucking excited to do some Shakespeare with her. I really want to kick this part's ass. I want to get in shape so I can book it across the beach at top speed and still spit out some verse. I get to work with some of my favorite people in the entire world and I couldn't be more thankful for that. I kind of wish it were September now, but I know I have a lot of things to do before then.
Like go to California and road trip back. That's right. Joe, Maestro, and I are going to have epic summer roadtrip 2011! Adventures. We'll have them.
I've wanted to do a cross country road trip for so long. I miss traveling, and I can't believe I finally get to do it again.
Even though money is tight, and I'm struggling to get by, it's really refreshing to know things like this are still possible.
Wednesday was beautiful. Took the pup with me on all my dog walks. He was exhausted by the end of it all and could barely keep his eyes open when we got home. I love watching his battles with sleep.
That night Lauren and I went to see "Cardillac" a German opera! Terry was assistant stage managing the show and got us into the dress rehearsal for free.
This set actually looks nothing like the set of the show we saw, but I thought it looked pretty goddamn neat. That's not to say the set of the production we saw wasn't great. There were lots of huge set pieces that got pulled up and down into the fly space.
My favorite thing was that there were two scrims that made a v shape and they did all sorts of shadow work with them. That was probably one of the most visually awesome things about the production.
Opera is great, because it's so bizarre. The plot of this opera was not unlike an anime (the subtitles probably enhanced this feeling!). It was about a man who created amazing jewelery. The most beautiful jewelery in all the land. He sacrificed his relationship with his daughter for his work. Meanwhile his daughter was falling deeply in love with a random officer. Oh, and of course, anyone who bought his jewelery wound up brutally murdered. Crazy, eh?!
All the performers were unbelievably talented. As silly and over the top as the story was I couldn't help but be in awe of those performers. I will never be able to do anything like that and it's so heartening to watch people doing the thing that they specialize in.
The production was in the Cutler Majestic, the main stage of Emerson College. I never got to perform there because they mostly host musicals and operas.
At the end of the run the performers pulled the Stage Manager and my roommate (the Assistant Stage Manager) on stage to take a bow. My roommate sent me a text afterwards that said "It took five years, but I finally took a bow in the Cutler".
Goddamnit. Warmed my heart!
Last night it snowed. I was walking towards the train after work when Caleb (Joe's best friend from kindergarten) called me and invited me to join him on a pub crawl. I was feeling impulsive so I decided to meet up with them. When I arrived I was immediately handed a free Guinness. Not bad! It was nice to just talk to him for a little while. It turns out his friend's coworkers got invited on this random VIP pub crawl because they were regulars at some bar. Not a lot of people showed up so I had no problem sneaking aboard. I was very out of place, but I didn't mind. Sometimes it's nice to be out of my element.
The bus ride to the next pub was like being back in high school. They blasted some hip hop jams from the 90s. Including gems like "Peaches and Cream". Caleb and I invented a new dance movie "The Carousel". It's exactly what it sounds like.
After that I went home to my pup.
I've noticed that Maestro gives strangers a way to start conversations with me on the t.
Two of my favorite conversations recently are as follows:
1) A woman who stopped me and told about a series of mystery novels written by a woman and co-authored by her cat named Sneaky Pie Brown. The cat in the story has a noble corgi companion who evidently helps her solve these mysteries. I really think I ought to pick up one of these books:
At the end of our conversation she says "I have an Irish Setter, so we both of Celtic dogs!". Delightful!
2) A wonderful middle aged couple. They stopped to ask about Maestro because they, too, had a corgi and they adored the breed. We talked the entire train ride and they showed me a video of their dog named Gertie. They were looking to get another corgi so I told them about Luann, Maestro's breeder. They also had a cat named Maeybe (yes, after Arrested Development!) who used to get to near the oven and Gertie would herd her away to protect her. I love that. They really seemed like the nicest people.
Interactions like that make me love living in a city.
Near our apartment there is a horrible intersection with about five different streets all converging. We always expect to see some awful accident happen there, but we never have. Until today.
A cop car drove through the intersection with his sirens on and a car smashed into it. Whoops! We saw the whole thing. It didn't seem like anybody was hurt, but jesus, bad day for everyone involved.
Now I'm home and watching the roommates play Marvel vs. Capcom. A game I will NEVER be good at. Ha!
Tonight Scarlett and I are going to read Twelfth Night. She's my Olivia. I'm so fucking excited to do some Shakespeare with her. I really want to kick this part's ass. I want to get in shape so I can book it across the beach at top speed and still spit out some verse. I get to work with some of my favorite people in the entire world and I couldn't be more thankful for that. I kind of wish it were September now, but I know I have a lot of things to do before then.
Like go to California and road trip back. That's right. Joe, Maestro, and I are going to have epic summer roadtrip 2011! Adventures. We'll have them.
I've wanted to do a cross country road trip for so long. I miss traveling, and I can't believe I finally get to do it again.
Even though money is tight, and I'm struggling to get by, it's really refreshing to know things like this are still possible.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Days without a voice
It's the time of year! Where illness strikes. Last Wednesday I got stupidly sick. Chills, sore throat, phlegm, the WORKS. Went to the doctor. Got antibiotics. They helped, but then my voice disappeared.
Which was frustrating. As I had several shifts at the childrens museum I had to get covered. Less money. I'm already poor, for god sakes! I had a nightmare that my voice was gone forever and that I would have to tell my friend Kyler I couldn't do Twelfth Night. Then I had to quit all of my jobs that involved acting. Then I realized I wouldn't be able to do any shows. ever. It was alarming, but it really made me remember that I do love acting. I wouldn't know what to do without it.
I wound up puttering about like a pathetic creature for a couple of days. Whispering in a creepy voice. Making me only really want to say things I really needed to say. At some point we had a meeting for Rough Week. Since I had to whisper, everyone else lowered their voices without realizing it. It ended up making us all quiet, respectful, thoughtful. It was actually kind of great.
Then on Friday, my dog walking boss called me. She got into some kind of accident and I still have no idea what the details are. She's okay, she's out of commission for a week or so, but it meant that I had to dog sit Roxy all weekend. Roxy is an eight month old golden retriever. She and Maestro adored each other and played non stop. She stayed with us all weekend while I slowly regained my voice. I really loved having Roxy over, it made me want to get another dog eventually. I just love having animals in the house.
One day of recovery was spent splitting my time between watching the original Star Wars Trilogy and playing Call of Duty. The other was spent with my awesome cousin, Ben. He was in town and he taught me how to play online poker and I showed him the joys of Words with Friends. When Joe got home from work he made us midnight steaks. It was glorious.
Monday I went on a whirlwind trip to New York City. We went to a Moth Story Slam in Brooklyn. We got to see some of my favorite people in the world. I wish I could see them more often. They really inspire me as an actor and they make me feel full.
The Story Slam was fantastic. The theme was Danger! and we heard stories about:
hunting geoducks, growing up Jewish, teaching in Philadelphia, childhood fights, raising ducklings, wedding pranks, and belgian brawls.
The story that won was brilliant. It was about a young woman faced with eating a plate full of raw pig skin prepared for her by her Honduran host mother. She told it with such honesty and boldness.
There was one man who had clearly made his story up and was doing some sort of sub par stand up act. He was the only one that was truly disappointing.
I want to be a good live story teller. I feel like I have some really fantastic stories, but I'm not the best at telling them. That's something to strive for, I think. I really do love listening to people's stories! It tells you so much about them.
After the Moth we headed back to Kyler's apartment. Devoured pizza. Went on a midnight walk to Central Park. Played Maryland Family Fun Game into the wee hours of the morning. The rules of Maryland Family Fun Game are as follows:
Everybody writes down 3 or 4 things on slips of paper. It can be ANYTHING. A quote, song lyric, random string of words, a single word, a list, random sentence, absolutely anything.
Then you split into two or three teams depending on how many people are playing. We had two teams of three.
Everybody puts their slips of paper into a hat. Then one person from a team is selected to go up first. They have two minutes. They take a slip of paper out of the hat and they can say or do anything to get their teammates to say the words on the slip. The only rule is you can't say any words that are on the paper and you can't say "rhymes with _____".
When that team runs out of time the next team goes. They keep switching back and forth until all the slips in the hat are gone. Then Round 2 starts. Round 2 is essentially just charades. Same deal, each team gets two minutes to act out slips from the hat until they are all gone.
Then Round 3. Round 3 you can only say one word or use one gesture to get your team to say the exact things on the slip.
It's a blast! At the end of each round you count up how many slips your team earned and that's how many points you get.
We played until about 3 in the morning. Then we watched Cash Cab and The Dog Whisperer until we fell asleep.
Yesterday I came home. On the bus ride home Joe sent me this:
Our animals love watching Joe poop.
I always love coming back to Boston. It just feels right. I stupidly forgot my dog walking keys even though I had to go straight to work from the bus station, but Joe met me and brought them. He's pretty swell. We ended that day with wine, slings and arrows, and fetch with our pup.
Now I'm back and finally healthy!! Tonight I'm going to an open dress of an opera my roommate assistant stage managed for.
Ah! And I got to have coffee from the Sugar Bowl today. I LOVE THAT PLACE.
Which was frustrating. As I had several shifts at the childrens museum I had to get covered. Less money. I'm already poor, for god sakes! I had a nightmare that my voice was gone forever and that I would have to tell my friend Kyler I couldn't do Twelfth Night. Then I had to quit all of my jobs that involved acting. Then I realized I wouldn't be able to do any shows. ever. It was alarming, but it really made me remember that I do love acting. I wouldn't know what to do without it.
I wound up puttering about like a pathetic creature for a couple of days. Whispering in a creepy voice. Making me only really want to say things I really needed to say. At some point we had a meeting for Rough Week. Since I had to whisper, everyone else lowered their voices without realizing it. It ended up making us all quiet, respectful, thoughtful. It was actually kind of great.
Then on Friday, my dog walking boss called me. She got into some kind of accident and I still have no idea what the details are. She's okay, she's out of commission for a week or so, but it meant that I had to dog sit Roxy all weekend. Roxy is an eight month old golden retriever. She and Maestro adored each other and played non stop. She stayed with us all weekend while I slowly regained my voice. I really loved having Roxy over, it made me want to get another dog eventually. I just love having animals in the house.
One day of recovery was spent splitting my time between watching the original Star Wars Trilogy and playing Call of Duty. The other was spent with my awesome cousin, Ben. He was in town and he taught me how to play online poker and I showed him the joys of Words with Friends. When Joe got home from work he made us midnight steaks. It was glorious.
Monday I went on a whirlwind trip to New York City. We went to a Moth Story Slam in Brooklyn. We got to see some of my favorite people in the world. I wish I could see them more often. They really inspire me as an actor and they make me feel full.
The Story Slam was fantastic. The theme was Danger! and we heard stories about:
hunting geoducks, growing up Jewish, teaching in Philadelphia, childhood fights, raising ducklings, wedding pranks, and belgian brawls.
The story that won was brilliant. It was about a young woman faced with eating a plate full of raw pig skin prepared for her by her Honduran host mother. She told it with such honesty and boldness.
There was one man who had clearly made his story up and was doing some sort of sub par stand up act. He was the only one that was truly disappointing.
I want to be a good live story teller. I feel like I have some really fantastic stories, but I'm not the best at telling them. That's something to strive for, I think. I really do love listening to people's stories! It tells you so much about them.
After the Moth we headed back to Kyler's apartment. Devoured pizza. Went on a midnight walk to Central Park. Played Maryland Family Fun Game into the wee hours of the morning. The rules of Maryland Family Fun Game are as follows:
Everybody writes down 3 or 4 things on slips of paper. It can be ANYTHING. A quote, song lyric, random string of words, a single word, a list, random sentence, absolutely anything.
Then you split into two or three teams depending on how many people are playing. We had two teams of three.
Everybody puts their slips of paper into a hat. Then one person from a team is selected to go up first. They have two minutes. They take a slip of paper out of the hat and they can say or do anything to get their teammates to say the words on the slip. The only rule is you can't say any words that are on the paper and you can't say "rhymes with _____".
When that team runs out of time the next team goes. They keep switching back and forth until all the slips in the hat are gone. Then Round 2 starts. Round 2 is essentially just charades. Same deal, each team gets two minutes to act out slips from the hat until they are all gone.
Then Round 3. Round 3 you can only say one word or use one gesture to get your team to say the exact things on the slip.
It's a blast! At the end of each round you count up how many slips your team earned and that's how many points you get.
We played until about 3 in the morning. Then we watched Cash Cab and The Dog Whisperer until we fell asleep.
Yesterday I came home. On the bus ride home Joe sent me this:
Our animals love watching Joe poop.
I always love coming back to Boston. It just feels right. I stupidly forgot my dog walking keys even though I had to go straight to work from the bus station, but Joe met me and brought them. He's pretty swell. We ended that day with wine, slings and arrows, and fetch with our pup.
Now I'm back and finally healthy!! Tonight I'm going to an open dress of an opera my roommate assistant stage managed for.
Ah! And I got to have coffee from the Sugar Bowl today. I LOVE THAT PLACE.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Life right now!
In high school and college I had a live journal. I haven't posted in it for ages, but every couple of months I read my friends pages. Very few people still post in their live journals.
The people who do are great! I love reading about their lives. I like checking in on them, seeing what's happened since I last read. The thing is I still care about all of them even if we don't talk anymore (or if we just don't talk often).
I don't know why I stopped posting. I think I got lazy. Or distracted. Or busy. Or maybe I didn't want people on the internet to know what I was thinking anymore (maybe I didn't think it was important). Ha! Maybe I had prescribed to the mentality of "I should be out living my life, not writing about it!!". Whatever it was, I stopped.
Today I was going through that ol' comforting routine of checking up on old friends when I got to a post written by Maddy, this is what it said:
"I truly wish that people were still interested in text-based blogging vs. the random-cool-picture-and-video-with-few-words blogging. Seriously. I miss reading everyone's thoughtful day-to-day. Albeit petty, at least it required more memory exercise and composition than "downforsatan reblogged this. scumbucket reblogged this. kittymeowmeow reblogged this."
fuckkkkk."
YES. I thought. That's why I continue to check live journal. I want to know people's day-to-day. I want to know what kind of lives they lead. It makes me feel connected to my past somehow and it makes me really appreciate all of the people who have ever been a part of my life.
So this blog is for Maddy.
I'm going to post about my day-to-day life. It might not be that exciting and I might not have anything too insightful to say, but heck, it will make me stop to appreciate the life I'm leading. I want to have something for myself to look back on. I hardly remember what happened a few days ago and I don't like that, goddamnit!
That being said, here are the basics of my life right now:
I live in Boston.
I'm an actor.
I have many part time jobs:
1) dog walking
2) drama teacher at the Jewish Community Center (I'm really bad at teaching).
3) actor at the Boston Children's Museum
I live with four people, a dog, and a cat.
The people are my boyfriend (Joe), Lauren, Terry, and Pete (Pete is a girl).
The dog is Joe's and mine. His name is Maestro and he's a corgi (http://mrmaestro.tumblr.com).
The cat is Lauren's. His name is Tasuki and he's orange and crotchety.
I'm in a staged version of Season 2 of Blackadder right now. I'm playing Kate/Bob and Mollie the inexpensive prostitute.
I've been in the following shows since graduating college: Wedding at the Eiffel Tower, Act a Lady, A Midsummer Night's Dream, The Doctor in Spite of Himself/Amphitryon, Cherry Smoke, and Durang/Durang.
I helped start a theatre company called Rough Week. We've put up two shows.
I created a web series called With These Hands (http://www.roughweek.org/wth).
Maestro starts dog training classes next week.
I play video games.
That's it. Those are the bare bones!
Recently I went to an album release party. They performed the entire album. It was a concept album about a girl visiting a magical world and being reborn and having an affair with mother nature. My favorite part was when people dressed as skeletons came dancing down the aisles while playing the drums.
Today I woke up and walked the dog. Joe got us coffee from the Sugar Bowl. I went to walk Gus (the french bulldog), Pula (the border collie/cattledog mix), and Rascal and Kiwi (two pugs). Then I went to rehearsal for "The Charlie Tales". A kids show I'm touring around the Boston area. It takes common fairy tales and puts a Boston spin on them. ie. Instead of the Three Billy Goats Gruff we do the Three Red Sox Fans Gruff.
It's pretty fantastic. I've also gotten to meet a lot of wonderful people doing it.
Then I went to the gym (for the first time in weeks!), and now I'm home. Hanging out with the pup and writing this blog post.
Let's see if I can keep it up!
The people who do are great! I love reading about their lives. I like checking in on them, seeing what's happened since I last read. The thing is I still care about all of them even if we don't talk anymore (or if we just don't talk often).
I don't know why I stopped posting. I think I got lazy. Or distracted. Or busy. Or maybe I didn't want people on the internet to know what I was thinking anymore (maybe I didn't think it was important). Ha! Maybe I had prescribed to the mentality of "I should be out living my life, not writing about it!!". Whatever it was, I stopped.
Today I was going through that ol' comforting routine of checking up on old friends when I got to a post written by Maddy, this is what it said:
"I truly wish that people were still interested in text-based blogging vs. the random-cool-picture-and-video-with-few-w
fuckkkkk."
YES. I thought. That's why I continue to check live journal. I want to know people's day-to-day. I want to know what kind of lives they lead. It makes me feel connected to my past somehow and it makes me really appreciate all of the people who have ever been a part of my life.
So this blog is for Maddy.
I'm going to post about my day-to-day life. It might not be that exciting and I might not have anything too insightful to say, but heck, it will make me stop to appreciate the life I'm leading. I want to have something for myself to look back on. I hardly remember what happened a few days ago and I don't like that, goddamnit!
That being said, here are the basics of my life right now:
I live in Boston.
I'm an actor.
I have many part time jobs:
1) dog walking
2) drama teacher at the Jewish Community Center (I'm really bad at teaching).
3) actor at the Boston Children's Museum
I live with four people, a dog, and a cat.
The people are my boyfriend (Joe), Lauren, Terry, and Pete (Pete is a girl).
The dog is Joe's and mine. His name is Maestro and he's a corgi (http://mrmaestro.tumblr.com).
The cat is Lauren's. His name is Tasuki and he's orange and crotchety.
I'm in a staged version of Season 2 of Blackadder right now. I'm playing Kate/Bob and Mollie the inexpensive prostitute.
I've been in the following shows since graduating college: Wedding at the Eiffel Tower, Act a Lady, A Midsummer Night's Dream, The Doctor in Spite of Himself/Amphitryon, Cherry Smoke, and Durang/Durang.
I helped start a theatre company called Rough Week. We've put up two shows.
I created a web series called With These Hands (http://www.roughweek.org/wth).
Maestro starts dog training classes next week.
I play video games.
That's it. Those are the bare bones!
Recently I went to an album release party. They performed the entire album. It was a concept album about a girl visiting a magical world and being reborn and having an affair with mother nature. My favorite part was when people dressed as skeletons came dancing down the aisles while playing the drums.
Today I woke up and walked the dog. Joe got us coffee from the Sugar Bowl. I went to walk Gus (the french bulldog), Pula (the border collie/cattledog mix), and Rascal and Kiwi (two pugs). Then I went to rehearsal for "The Charlie Tales". A kids show I'm touring around the Boston area. It takes common fairy tales and puts a Boston spin on them. ie. Instead of the Three Billy Goats Gruff we do the Three Red Sox Fans Gruff.
It's pretty fantastic. I've also gotten to meet a lot of wonderful people doing it.
Then I went to the gym (for the first time in weeks!), and now I'm home. Hanging out with the pup and writing this blog post.
Let's see if I can keep it up!
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