Wow. What a week...
JCS opened last weekend, and went much better than I ever thought it would. And I managed to survive Hurricane Ivan by escaping to Orlando with my spiffy new not-at-all fake boyfriend. But, when I came home Friday afternoon, I discovered that a tornado had come through my neighborhood, and tore all the support columns off the front porch and car port. Somehow, the roof didn't collapse, but it's gonna cost a bundle to get repaired (and the insurance folks say it's gonna be a coupla weeks before they can come out to make an assessment). So, after scrambling to find some 4x4s in a town pretty much stripped of building supplies, my spiffy new not-at-all fake boyfriend (whom we will hereby refer to as Brian, since that is his name) and I managed to get the porch propped up, then rushed off to find a hotel room, because neither of us had electricity or water, and we had less than two hours before we had to be at the theatre. We didn't make it on time (the extra long shower for two may have had something to do with that), but we weren't too late. And with an audience of four people (all of whom were comped), we went on with the second weekend of JCS. Thankfully, the audiences were much better Saturday and Sunday.
Anyway, I still don't have electricity at my house, so I'm staying at Brian's (his power came back on Saturday), and hogging his computer, cause I was suffering from Bare withdrawal. One weekend of JCS to go, and rehearsals for
Noises Off start tonight. (I'm playing Freddie. Brian's in it, also, as Tim.) Let the madcap zaniness begin!
On a Bare-related note, a friend of mine sent me a video of the Bryant Park concert from a few weeks ago, with Bare, Rent, Hair, and whatever else it was. Haven't had a chance to watch it yet, but looking forward to it. Also, managed to convert three more people while I was in Orlando, including Brian. Not that he had much choice, since I made him listen to Bare over and over again during the road trip. And (not really Bare, but I'm still jazzed about it), I bought tickets for the tour of Hairspray in January in Orlando while I was down there. YAY!!!
Good luck in China, Blue! Have fun!
MoG, just because I have a spiffy new not-at-all fake boyfriend, don't think that means I still won't jello-wrestle you for John Hill.
And, since I missed out on all the scrolling marquee madness...
"The statistics on sanity are that one out of every four Americans are suffering from some form of mental illness. Think of your three best friends. If they're okay, then it's you." - Rita Mae Brown
Gag.
