Yesterday our group celebrated what has been a happy, summer-long marriage by honeymooning in Niagara Falls. Simply put, it was amazing. Forrest said, rather snarkily, "We're just going three hours out of our way to watch a bunch of water succumb to the force of gravity?" Fortunately, we all quickly succumbed to its charms. Those of us who felt brave (read: reckless) went on the "Maid of the Mist" right the heck up to the falls, and got absolutely drenched in the process. The trade-off was a sweet blue poncho that made me feel like a cross between Cookie Monster and a Rivendell reject. Beautiful scenery, a bizarre, Disneyland-like atmosphere, and delicious (if overpriced) hot dogs. What more could you want?
Tonight marks our last performance of this show, and it hasn't quite sunk in yet. I feel like we still have some stops on our tour. Of course, that could just be the impending sense of travel as Evan, Forrest, Lisa and I prepare to take the long trek back to the west coast.
We took a group photo before we went on the boat yesterday. We look slightly crazy and borderline exhausted. It's been one hell of a trip.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
I become a T.V. star
Things I have seen thus far in London, Canada:
-A couple arguing with a cab driver
-A woman arguing with a man about how much time he had spent on the computer in the library (where I am now, actually)
-A man arguing with a woman about waiting in line to see a show
-A man arguing with his girlfriend on his cell phone about what he suspects is her cheating behavior ("Honey, you're wrong!" "You are a sexual flirter!" "Who the fuck is Dan?" "You're so secretive!" "It's funny, because you were suspicious of me!" etc.)
-A woman giving her baby beer
London is much livelier than I anticipated.
Our shows so far have been great--steadily increasing houses, great audiences, and good buzz on the street. Hopefully that trend continues after our stint on the London Morning Show this morning. Forrest was interviewed, and we did a short scene. I got to wear a mic pack (legitimacy!) and we all looked winsome and adorable on the monitor. Plus, the whole thing is sponsored by Tim Horton's (a chain, mostly Canadian, of coffee and donut places), so we got lots of free food. Pretty good deal, in my opinion.
This is our last festival, and I'm feeling a little wistful about it. It's been a great summer, for sure, and a learning experience even during the hardest times. We're packing in as much as we can this week: seeing other shows, planning on going to Niagara Falls sometime (like one huge honeymoon for our all-but-married group), exploring the city.
Sounds pretty good to me.
-A couple arguing with a cab driver
-A woman arguing with a man about how much time he had spent on the computer in the library (where I am now, actually)
-A man arguing with a woman about waiting in line to see a show
-A man arguing with his girlfriend on his cell phone about what he suspects is her cheating behavior ("Honey, you're wrong!" "You are a sexual flirter!" "Who the fuck is Dan?" "You're so secretive!" "It's funny, because you were suspicious of me!" etc.)
-A woman giving her baby beer
London is much livelier than I anticipated.
Our shows so far have been great--steadily increasing houses, great audiences, and good buzz on the street. Hopefully that trend continues after our stint on the London Morning Show this morning. Forrest was interviewed, and we did a short scene. I got to wear a mic pack (legitimacy!) and we all looked winsome and adorable on the monitor. Plus, the whole thing is sponsored by Tim Horton's (a chain, mostly Canadian, of coffee and donut places), so we got lots of free food. Pretty good deal, in my opinion.
This is our last festival, and I'm feeling a little wistful about it. It's been a great summer, for sure, and a learning experience even during the hardest times. We're packing in as much as we can this week: seeing other shows, planning on going to Niagara Falls sometime (like one huge honeymoon for our all-but-married group), exploring the city.
Sounds pretty good to me.
Monday, July 28, 2008
Going out on a bang
We performed for the last time in D.C. yesterday, and the show was slightly more eventful than usual. The details are unclear, but Forrest got a cut across the back of his head and a small puddle of blood ended up on the stage. He's fine, never fear--no stitches necessary. It did, however, explain why the end of the show received considerably fewer laughs than usual. Apparently we've moved beyond the days of the gladiators. On the bright side, we did see Dru and Stephen, who came to see our show. They suggested we keep the blood.
Today has been pretty ho-hum for everyone, consisting mostly of reading, wandering around, and eating things. I keep searching half-heartedly for the non-existant DVD of "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire," convinced that since between our other group members we have movies number two, three and five, four is just hiding somewhere. Our collective ennui is sure to disappear once we head out again for our last fringe in London (Canada).
In other news, Evan and I invented an "Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom" drinking game: drink every time Willie is annoying. Girl Willie, not my dear Willie K.
Today has been pretty ho-hum for everyone, consisting mostly of reading, wandering around, and eating things. I keep searching half-heartedly for the non-existant DVD of "Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire," convinced that since between our other group members we have movies number two, three and five, four is just hiding somewhere. Our collective ennui is sure to disappear once we head out again for our last fringe in London (Canada).
In other news, Evan and I invented an "Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom" drinking game: drink every time Willie is annoying. Girl Willie, not my dear Willie K.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
One to go...
We have one more performance in D.C., this afternoon, as a matter of fact. I do love it here, being swaddled in the luxury of someone else's parents, but I think we're ready to move on to the last leg of our journey. London, y'all. London, Ontario, that is. I have a feeling that their penchant for "matchy-matchy" names (the Thames River, Covent Garden Market, etc.) is going to make me a) miss London, U.K. even more and b) probably speak in terrible R.P. to every poor sap on the street. Hey, they're asking for it.
I don't really have a lot else to add for the day, but I do have one minor pet peeve to rant about: The Sexy Facebook Picture. I can safely say that they are ridiculous and tend to make the subject look more conceited than appealing. I'm not naming names, but c'mon, people. Stop trying so hard. And yes, this is from the girl who is wearing a giant period wig and a corset in her own picture. SHAME.
To avoid ending on such a bitter, shriveled note, I must add a shout-out: Willie and Kevin, your blog gives me no end of joy. I read it and aspire to be as funny as you are. So sorry about your technical problems, but I'm glad you have excellent food and mediocre wine to cheer you up. And don't worry, I'm not just saying this to get out of mailing my rent check.
I don't really have a lot else to add for the day, but I do have one minor pet peeve to rant about: The Sexy Facebook Picture. I can safely say that they are ridiculous and tend to make the subject look more conceited than appealing. I'm not naming names, but c'mon, people. Stop trying so hard. And yes, this is from the girl who is wearing a giant period wig and a corset in her own picture. SHAME.
To avoid ending on such a bitter, shriveled note, I must add a shout-out: Willie and Kevin, your blog gives me no end of joy. I read it and aspire to be as funny as you are. So sorry about your technical problems, but I'm glad you have excellent food and mediocre wine to cheer you up. And don't worry, I'm not just saying this to get out of mailing my rent check.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Mimosa post!
Things I love:
1) Mimosas!
2) Poorly written, largely inaccurate romance novels. We just started a little gem about a Seattle baseball team called, yes, the Rainiers. Never mind how the actual team may feel about that. It is awesome.
Today I experienced the wonder that is the Smithsonian zoo (I think it's named "Woodley Park," or something similar, making me feel eerily that I was in an alternate Seattle). I saw tigers, lions, and baby golden lion tamerins (tamorins? Tamarins? Tangerines?). I kid you not. It was life-changing. We went from that to the National Gallery, where I saw so much Monet and Degas that I actually cried a little.
I'm fairly certain I had more to say, but I kind of forgot it, so that'll be for another time. Rest assured that whoever you are, dear reader, I love you. Goodnight.
1) Mimosas!
2) Poorly written, largely inaccurate romance novels. We just started a little gem about a Seattle baseball team called, yes, the Rainiers. Never mind how the actual team may feel about that. It is awesome.
Today I experienced the wonder that is the Smithsonian zoo (I think it's named "Woodley Park," or something similar, making me feel eerily that I was in an alternate Seattle). I saw tigers, lions, and baby golden lion tamerins (tamorins? Tamarins? Tangerines?). I kid you not. It was life-changing. We went from that to the National Gallery, where I saw so much Monet and Degas that I actually cried a little.
I'm fairly certain I had more to say, but I kind of forgot it, so that'll be for another time. Rest assured that whoever you are, dear reader, I love you. Goodnight.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
I think I'm kind of tired.
Actually, I know I am. Being a soon-to-be-recognized-internationally-famous-starlet is some pretty hard work, let me tell you. Probably the only person I am telling this to is my mom, who I know reads my blog. I love you, Mom.
Anyway. My occasional insomnia, which is apparently of the mindset that if it turns up every month in the matter of a period it will be welcomed with open arms, has indeed shown up again. Which leaves me sadly sprawled across my bed each night, wondering when the closet door will spring open by itself again (seriously, that happened multiple times). Fortunately I was able to sleep a little last night, and had dreams relatively untainted by...
..."The Dark Knight," which a bunch of us went to see last night. Fantastic movie, but whoa. Holy left hook, Batman, you sure beat some dudes up. Pretty much everyone gets hit, manhandled, or otherwise HORRIBLY MANGLED; even my girl Maggie Gyllllenhaaaalll gets a little roughed up. I do love me my Chris Nolan, but he does know how to make me go fetal in a movie theater seat faster than anyone else. Gary Oldman spends most of the movie looking worn, and I can't blame him. Dag.
I enjoy contrast in my life, and yesterday was just the day for it. Earlier, a bunch of us went to see the Jim Henson exhibit at the Smithsonian, and it was wonderful. We laughed, we oohed and ahhed, we even cried a little (very gently, fortunately for me--see former mention of "the ugly cry"). My personal favorite part was seeing Mahna Mahna, by far the most inspired puppet of all time. It was incredible.
So, on to today. We're off to publicize the last two performances we have in D.C., and rehearsing in preparation for Lisa's premiere in the show tomorrow night. After some thunderstorms this morning, things seemed to have (marginally) cooled off, so hopefully I won't just spontaneously combust on the streets this afternoon. And now, off I go.
Bye!
Anyway. My occasional insomnia, which is apparently of the mindset that if it turns up every month in the matter of a period it will be welcomed with open arms, has indeed shown up again. Which leaves me sadly sprawled across my bed each night, wondering when the closet door will spring open by itself again (seriously, that happened multiple times). Fortunately I was able to sleep a little last night, and had dreams relatively untainted by...
..."The Dark Knight," which a bunch of us went to see last night. Fantastic movie, but whoa. Holy left hook, Batman, you sure beat some dudes up. Pretty much everyone gets hit, manhandled, or otherwise HORRIBLY MANGLED; even my girl Maggie Gyllllenhaaaalll gets a little roughed up. I do love me my Chris Nolan, but he does know how to make me go fetal in a movie theater seat faster than anyone else. Gary Oldman spends most of the movie looking worn, and I can't blame him. Dag.
I enjoy contrast in my life, and yesterday was just the day for it. Earlier, a bunch of us went to see the Jim Henson exhibit at the Smithsonian, and it was wonderful. We laughed, we oohed and ahhed, we even cried a little (very gently, fortunately for me--see former mention of "the ugly cry"). My personal favorite part was seeing Mahna Mahna, by far the most inspired puppet of all time. It was incredible.
So, on to today. We're off to publicize the last two performances we have in D.C., and rehearsing in preparation for Lisa's premiere in the show tomorrow night. After some thunderstorms this morning, things seemed to have (marginally) cooled off, so hopefully I won't just spontaneously combust on the streets this afternoon. And now, off I go.
Bye!
Sunday, July 20, 2008
I feel famous.
Things I am Kind of Into Right Now:
-Other, More Successful Blogs. See: Go Fug Yourself, Fringe and Purge, Snakes and Belgium, etc. There are many funny people out there, with probably more interesting lives. And as long as I get to read about them, I am content.
-The A.V. Club. It wrote something snarky about our play the other day, which, as far as I'm concerned, launches us into the stratos of fame. Plus it gave me the surreal joy of seeing my group in print as I idly flipped through the Onion the other morning.
-The Smithsonian. Enough said.
-The DB-5 from "Goldfinger." Which I actually saw a working replica of the other day at the Spy Museum. I actually cried. People looked askance. Let them stare.
-History
-Being a Good Samaritan
-Air Conditioning.
Things I Could Do Without:
-Mosquitos and/or West Nile
-100 Degree Heat, Plus Humidity. Being constantly drenched in my own sweat does not do much for my self-esteem.
-The Drunk Ugly, or "Drugly." A condition I experience when I have imbibed perhaps a bit unwisely.
-Getting that George Washington song stuck in my head
-Sunburns
-Spending all my money on necessities (ice cream, smoothies, etc.)
-Wearing my black t-shirt EVER AGAIN. Apparently warm weather rejects hipsters. And no matter how hard you try, no one will ever find you ironic if you pass out on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial.
The aforementioned, perhaps undeservedly exaggerated sense of fame was increased by our performance on Saturday, which was extremely well-attended and amazing. After, Abby's parents had a party for us and their friends at a really nice place on Pennsylvania Avenue (so classy, it's only known by its address). We had nice cocktails, delicious food, and heard poetry recited to us in the square outside. From there we party-hopped to the home of some other Whitman people, who have apparently made their way into every major city. Despite a brief bout of the drugly, I made it home unscathed.
Today is Kate's last day in the country, and we are going to live it up accordingly. A trip to see the Muppet exhibit at the Smithsonian is in order, and after some "show business" (ha ha) (oh--that means taking some pictures and rehearsing) I think we're going to try to get into a showing of "The Dark Knight." I'm sure my witticisms and charming observations on that film will be forthcoming.
-Other, More Successful Blogs. See: Go Fug Yourself, Fringe and Purge, Snakes and Belgium, etc. There are many funny people out there, with probably more interesting lives. And as long as I get to read about them, I am content.
-The A.V. Club. It wrote something snarky about our play the other day, which, as far as I'm concerned, launches us into the stratos of fame. Plus it gave me the surreal joy of seeing my group in print as I idly flipped through the Onion the other morning.
-The Smithsonian. Enough said.
-The DB-5 from "Goldfinger." Which I actually saw a working replica of the other day at the Spy Museum. I actually cried. People looked askance. Let them stare.
-History
-Being a Good Samaritan
-Air Conditioning.
Things I Could Do Without:
-Mosquitos and/or West Nile
-100 Degree Heat, Plus Humidity. Being constantly drenched in my own sweat does not do much for my self-esteem.
-The Drunk Ugly, or "Drugly." A condition I experience when I have imbibed perhaps a bit unwisely.
-Getting that George Washington song stuck in my head
-Sunburns
-Spending all my money on necessities (ice cream, smoothies, etc.)
-Wearing my black t-shirt EVER AGAIN. Apparently warm weather rejects hipsters. And no matter how hard you try, no one will ever find you ironic if you pass out on the steps of the Lincoln Memorial.
The aforementioned, perhaps undeservedly exaggerated sense of fame was increased by our performance on Saturday, which was extremely well-attended and amazing. After, Abby's parents had a party for us and their friends at a really nice place on Pennsylvania Avenue (so classy, it's only known by its address). We had nice cocktails, delicious food, and heard poetry recited to us in the square outside. From there we party-hopped to the home of some other Whitman people, who have apparently made their way into every major city. Despite a brief bout of the drugly, I made it home unscathed.
Today is Kate's last day in the country, and we are going to live it up accordingly. A trip to see the Muppet exhibit at the Smithsonian is in order, and after some "show business" (ha ha) (oh--that means taking some pictures and rehearsing) I think we're going to try to get into a showing of "The Dark Knight." I'm sure my witticisms and charming observations on that film will be forthcoming.
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