I'm soooo tired. I get to pick my family up for the airport soon joy.
But wanted to post a bit about an amusing night last night.
I went to see Bernarda Alba (got a ticket yesterday morning). Pretty good, with some scenes that were awkward, but I overall enjoyed it. Phylicia and Daphne were great, though according to my friend, I feel that way b/c I know nothing about the show, and most of the characters were portrayed in ways very different from the play. Oh well.
Ooh, and there was an AMAZING reed player! She mainly played oboe but also some english horn, a little clarinet, and this big brown english horn and I can never remember the name of that...anyway she had a very featured part and the double reed instruments are so hard to play, so granted I'm disposed to watch the orchestra anyway, but there were times...big moments of the show where all I could do was watch her. Big big props to her.
Anyway, that ended at 9:30, so I had plenty of time to kill, so of course went by my favorite stage door
Now, it was packed and chaotic. I realized Kevin wasn't there, so there were no barriers and everyone just crowded around. I felt so bad, I missed Norbert, I seriously hope he wasn't raped or anything...nah j/k. They seemed really nice and very enthusiastic. The actors were commenting they were a great audience so I wish I was there. But they screamed and yaayed every single person who came out, from friends, to dressers, to ensemble members. It was cute. But then Rachel York came out and they yaayed her like the others. She laughed and got into a car. I just kind of stood there, pointing with a confused look on my face. I finally went, did you all realize that was Christine? And they were all like WHAT??? It was pretty amusing.
Then Greg came out (him they recognized), followed soon by Jonathan. Of course both handled the chaos well, and Greg took a while to sign and take pics with everyone. Ooh, another amusing moment where 2 guys were walking down the street, and they always stop to look you know to see who everyone's getting pics with and stuff. And you guys know Greg's poster is right there, so they looked at that, and they were like...ohh, well that's who he is. I dunno, maybe you had to be there, but I dunno, it cracked me up.
And then it was really cute...when I was talking to Greg, a couple of girls who missed him came over for a picture. At that point Jonathan just finished up and walked right in the direction, so after they took their picture with Greg, Jonathan ran in and they got a picture with both of them. I was like no fair, I want a picture with both, but Jonathan left right after. It was really sweet though, and funny, b/c the girls were kinda like surprised and thrilled.
So then they left and I got suspicious...finally asked who they're waiting for...of course, they all said Joanna. So I filled in for Mr. Grinch (who I guess I realize is important/valuable or something) and explained she doesn't come out...poked my head in to double check and then confirmed she wasn't. So lots of people left, but others were still there. I dunno, I didn't mean to come across as rude, b/c I was kinda like...are you waiting for anyone? Everyone's gone, kind of wondering while they were still there (they were on vacation, savoring the moment, makes sense). Then I got asked 20 times if I work here, I decided to go with recreation coordinator. That sounds like a title. Would it be absolutely awful if one of these days I just said, yeah, I used to be in the show?
And I haven't picked up a ball for over a motnh, and I immediately bowl a strike. Then I get progressively worse. Go me. Ooh, but someone on the Jersey Boys' team (who BTW I recognized quite a few people on, that was cool, I was laughing about my "curve" with people I've seen in the show) told me I'm letting the ball go way too early and then I actually like...started rolling the ball fast. It was pretty awesome. Sucked too much early on to get a great score, but I did get 2 points, and we took a lot of points. And I know an usher and merchandiser at JB who was there so that was really cool as well.
Then I picked up my friend, we went to a diner, and I got home at 4:45. Hence me being exhausted.
Okay, airport time.
"If there was a Mount Rushmore for Broadway scores, "West Side Story" would be front and center. It snaps, it crackles it pops! It surges with a roar, its energy and sheer life undiminished by the years" - NYPost reviewer Elisabeth Vincentelli
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