Oh man, things are just getting sillier and sillier. I sent my stuff in to "Mortified" and they actually called and want me to audition. This is going to be one for the history books, likely it will be even funnier than my Dove Girl audition. My friend Stephen, who puts the RAD in Rader is going to have dinner (and by dinner I mean Margaritas) with me on Friday to help me prep for my big audition. I think that instead of going in there and reading old diary entries I should burst through the door belting out "Everything's Coming Up Roses!!". They would like that.
In other news, my play is called "Cleaning House" and is in full unstoppable action. I want you all to be there on Opening Night ok? And clap really loud...even if it sucks. Which it totally won't...but just in case it does...clap really loud.
Also, I was on a panel as a speaker recently for The Cradle and made some very nice new adopted friends. We are going to start a little adopted friends group and talk about being adopted. We are all coincidentally linked to theatre in one way or another so likely the adoption conversations will end after one or two times hanging out and then we'll just be sipping slushies at Trax...but who knows?
Tonight I'm going to go see 12 Angry Men which is kicking off "Week of Seeing Plays 2007". I've decided that in honor of this I will now list 12 Angry Men I have personally known.
1) My Grandpa when my dad accidentally "caught" him with his fishing hook 20 years ago.
2) My dad when my brother announced he was going to be an actor.
3) My brother in fourth grade when I put on lipstick and put kiss prints all over the love note from his girlfriend.
4) The guy on the street this morning who was waving his crutches around and screaming at the pigeons.
5) My roomate when his computer crashes.
6) My other roomate when he gets beat at darts.
7) Cerda in tech week.
8) My ex-boyfriend when I would say "We need to talk".
9) Kris when I accidentally called him two days in a row at 8am.
10) The Bartender at Scooters when someone plays a string of bad music on the juke box.
11) The homeless man I gave my leftovers to who apparantly did NOT like cheese pizza.
12) The guy at Macy's who was way too bothered to sell me a bracelet.
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GET THE NET
I was forced to read Uta Hagen's AN ACTOR PREPARES in college and there was not one mention - - not a sidebar - - not a footnote - - about Audition Prep in Margaritaville... which leads me to only one conclusion...
"The Method" is way too "Corky" from LIFE GOES ON for artists like us and Uta Hagen can lick me where I can't reach.
Looking forward to our liquid get-together tomorrow night!
That was just for the Twilight Gallery! Are you sure you;re not confusing anger for PASSION??? I live in highly excited state of overstimulation...
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