Variety is the Spice of Life
Lots of little things have been going on around me recently. I think I’ll start with A-1-primo-annoyance, though. This morning, I brought Haley (my car) in to Maaco to have her butt fixed. Yes… yes, it’s been a long time coming. In fact, she’s been less than perfect for almost the entire time I’ve had her:
- The molding on the rear passenger door first wrinkled, then popped, and then got unceremoniously torn off by my boyfriend when it started causing paint damage to other doors.
- The bumper and its accompanying molding got cracked (the only injury that is really my fault – I backed into a truck’s tow rig… oops), the molding popped part way off, and I sawed it all the way off with a leatherman.
- And there’s this little dent in the trunk that came from who-knows-where, and it’s not super noticeable, but why not just fix everything.
So, now she’s at the Maaco in Somerville (a.k.a. “Slumerville,” but it’s really not that bad). And now here I am taking buses to get around. I do not like buses. They make me seasick. They stop every fifteen feet, thus making a 2 mile journey take twenty minutes. And worst of all, they smell bad. But I did get to work, and I’m pretty sure I can get home, so that’s all good.
In other annoying news, my “land line” (which is not technically a land line) has been down all weekend. Friday, when we tried to call for some happy Greek delivery food, the dial tone was gone. We spent… okay, Mike spent much time trying to make the network and Vonage box work happily together, but to no avail. I called on Saturday (from my cell phone) and waited for approximately forever to get someone to tell me that the server that my box uses to connect to has been down since Friday afternoon and will be replaced in 24-48 hours. That’s so not cool. They should have (a) put this information on their website so I wouldn’t waste my time on hold and (b) made their system more redundant. Screw you, Vonage!
I cannot express in words how glad I am I didn’t fall for the IPO.
In other news, it turns out Mike’s wrist is not in fact broken, but torn. That is, the muscles are torn. Muscles! My reaction to him telling me this was, “OW! …Well, duh…”. So, no fancy hard cast for him. In fact, he now has to move it around to try to stretch it back out. Ow, indeed.
After much lamenting the loss of my favorite performing group ever, and chatting with several people about the lack of performance in my life, I have decided to make good on my promise to get involved in community theatre in my new home town. So, I’ve looked and, low and behold, there are auditions this week for the fall show! In fact, some of the roles even seem like things I could do, and have fun doing. So, I’ll be borrowing Mike’s box on wheels (I mean, lovely awesome vehicle, thank you!) tomorrow to go try out.
Auditioning for a group who completely doesn’t know me is something I haven’t done in a long time. I want to put my best foot forward, so I’ll be bringing a resume. My camera does not have enough mega pixels to print a full glossy, but I can get a nice picture in the corner of a page, and wrap the resume around that. Unfortunately, I cannot remember the names of the roles, or worse, the names of the playwrights, for every New Voices show I was in. Tonight I’ll be searching for those scripts. They must be somewhere…
It’s amazing what comes back to you when you read a script from a show you were in once. The auditions are cold readings, but I thought I’d better be prepared with something else just in case. So I pulled out The Skin of Our Teeth and did a quick skim, mostly looking for Mrs. Antrobus speeches. I also got some vivid memories of the show as I read it.
There is absolutely nothing in the world like hearing the audience move from polite applause to roaring applause when you run on stage with your costars for curtain call. It is such a rush. Mrs. Antrobus was my first truly major role in a full length play.
Maybe they were only applauding for Eliot and Hilary.
Don’t tell me if that’s the case.
Let me live my lie!
New Voices websites! Or wait – maybe not! The Masque website has been redesigned…how can I find anything – the old pages arn’t linked! (at least not in ie which is what paul has on his computer!) Well, the past couple years at users.wpi.edu/~nv2x work, but only back to 22…and that’s as far as the links on the HU&A site work too…did everything just go away? hmm….umm, break a leg finding those scripts & programs…
you might want to ask all of us on livejournal if we remember who wrote/directed said the new voices plays you were in. it’s possible we might remember… just a thought.
which comm. theatre? i keep meaning to do that but then there doesn’t appear to be one in my direct area. perhaps i’ll do hovey like everybody else.
Kelly – I totally spent hours on google and the internet archives trying to go back before NV22. I remember playwrights for every play I directed, but the ones I was in… all lost.
Tara’s pretty peeved about it, actually. She said she might have some stuff archived. I was supposed to call/email/contact in some way her last night, but instead I took a nap and watched Lingo (the Game Show Network is my new crack). Sorry Tara!
Laura – I will do just that! My next task will be to hit up the LJ memory community. Because I don’t like giving away my exact location on this blog, I will let the LJ community know where I’m theatre-ing tonight.