Over now

My life changed, and tomorrow will be just like any other day: get up early, try to get to work early....I can't believe it's over. I thanked the director for pushing me off of a ledge; between the kissing, the stripping (where the audience laughter hit at the same point every night), and the (attempt) at seduction, it was a nice "hello" to the world of acting, not to mention shattering my comfort zone. And thank you also to the person who said that it was brave. I did need to hear that. It's been a fun summer.

I had a pretty embarrassing clown moment yesterday. I was bringing my big travel bag to the theatre so that I could put in all of my clothes after the show tonight in it. I didn't want to carry it today because I needed to carry two large bouquets of flowers. I thought I had checked it's contents earlier. I felt a side pocket as the bus was getting close to my stop downtown. I couldn't figure out what might be in the pocket, was hoping it wasn't food, so I pulled it out. (I was sitting near the window, a woman was sitting next to me.) Whatever it was, was in a clear plastic bag, like the kind you would use for produce. I still couldn't tell, so I reached into the bag and started to pull at the contents. It turned out to be a pair of underwear. Lord only knows how long those have been there (I can't remember last time I used that bag to go anywhere besides class, and they are not from class, I don't think.) I don't know if the woman sitting next to me saw, but it was on my left side, so between us. I quickly shoved them back into the pocket, and pulled the cord to get off of the bus, since I was at my stop by that point. Geez! I've been carrying those around for a while. It's time to do laundry.

I'll say "good night" with this quote from David Mamet: "We would all like to be part of, to create that theatre which we could participate in with pride, on which we could reflect with pride. To do so one must buy a ticket. The price of admission is choice. Choice to participate in the low, the uncertain, the unproved, the unheralded, to bring the truth of yourself to the stage, not the groomed, sure, "Talented," approved person you are portraying; not the researched, corseted, paint-by-numbers presentation without flaws; not the Great Actor; but yourself, as uncertain, as unprepared, as confused as any of us are."

Audition day

It wasn't raining when I left the house to go drop off my rent check. Four-blocks later, large drops fell, eight-blocks later, a full on downpour.  I pulled my hood over my head and zipped my jacket and walked on. The thin branches of the parking strip trees offered spotty shelter; I stood under a larger canopied and therefore more protective tree in a park for a few moments but then went on. My jeans got soaked. By the time I left the real estate office, the rain had stopped.  I guess the rent isn't actually past due until the 5th.

Stopped by a coffee house to finish reading the play again and to make notes as to what I am responding to in the monologue. Have recited it over and over and over again. It's anywhere between 50 seconds to one minute. I think I need to cut more, so I don't go over. Not sure what, it's getting pretty slim, content-wise.  I can't believe it takes a minute to say this.

While walking home, I was practicing saying the words "arctic cat" and making a face and cat claws while I said it, not really paying attention to where I was until I happened to look up and see a man inside a pet grooming shop looking at me oddly. Yes, it was later in the day than I thought, and there were people behind those windows I was passing. I was saying the monologue most of the way, too, so also talking to myself. Oh well.

Onward. It will all be over in less than twelve hours. This time.

Bombardment and a clown moment

Spent half my lunch wandering around looking for the ideal lunch spot-it's kinda' warm, breezy, and muggy out. Finally found an empty bench in the canopy shadow of some trees. Left me with about ten minutes to eat. The wandering reminded me quite a bit of an animal's behavior, in an amusing way.

I have this big, raw spot I've been focusing on, meanwhile I'm standing in the middle of a hailstorm of (human) affection. I might have asked, I don't remember. I feel like a myriad of hands are waving and shouting, "Look at me!" "Look over here!" And it's time I did.

So, the workshop was pretty short. Since it was in a public space, we worked on physical issues and my hand does feel better, but I also took ibuprofen before I went, so will have to see how it feels later. I did some of the EFT while walking home, and even though I'm irritated by the kitchen and the massive wad of hair stuck in the drain, I'm not feeling anything strong enough at the moment to test how this works.

Was going to try to go to the free Mudhoney concert and fountain/art thing, but I'm doing laundry and sorting out the recycling bin instead. Maybe I can still make the light thing, it's not dark for a couple more hours. Have to finish the recycling and clean out the nasty compost container first though. Fun times.

Ooh. Just had a clown moment. After emptying the container, I went to hose it out. Not a lot of water was coming out, so I kept turning it on higher, even though I saw the kink in the hose. I was half-holding the hose when I unhooked the kink, and the force of the water pressure shot it out of my hand and it turned on me and drenched me and then jumped toward the basement stairs, the lawn, me, the house, me, the lawn, the basement bedroom window...all the while I'm hoping it will stop jumping so I can get to the spigot to shut it off. My shirt is drenched, but thankfully that basement window was actually shut...that would have been a mess. It was very cartoonish and slow-motion.

Guess I can do the rest of my laundry then.

Moment 2 or something

Trying to get used to wearing my glasses again. It feels like I'm wearing a fence on my face, bothering me more than in January when I got them. The prescription is off just a bit, will need to get it checked (has been off since I got them, but better than not wearing them, I suppose.)

So, I had just finished lunch at one of the last places to eat for the day (Spain) and I walked outside and saw a man sitting with two other men I had met previously. I went over to him and asked him if we had met before (yes it does sound like a silly pick-up line), as he looked like someone I had talked to about a month earlier after my first day of walking (in a place called Zubiri.) He said he'd never heard of it but followed up with a line better than mine. They got up to leave and he invited me to walk with them, which eventually just turned into he and I. You know, I kinda' liked him. I also like talking to animals (along with trees) and started talking to some horses near a fence. I still don't know what happened, but as I was petting a horse's face, suddenly there was a noise and I was covered in muddy horse snot (I think). I wiped it off somehow, at least off of my face. I think he handed me a tissue or my water bottle or something. Completely disgusting. But he continued to walk with me, and we eventually met the other guys at a shop where there was a sink and I scrubbed off more of it. He must've not been completely grossed out by it, we hung out until we both left a couple days later.

Oh, well, yikes! It looks like the scholarship is going to involve an audition process:(

And my, aren't those American spambots out in force today. Again, what a waste of energy. Seriously, you have a limited amount of time to exist and that's what you choose to do with it? Really? Pathetic.