persephone33: (screw up fairy)
( Feb. 28th, 2009 11:21 am)
I've been married for ten and a half years, the vast amount of that time happily.   So needless to say, the number of other men I've kissed is limited to a very few, and all of those platonically on the cheek.  My dad, Nolan's dad, various uncles, and of course my boys.  However, for the first time in over a decade, I find myself kissing another man.

It's just in the show, but it's seriously awkward.  Mark, my co-star, is a very sweet man, and he's perfectly fine as far as men go, but ARGH!

I can't get over the fact that I'm kissing another man.

It's weird.

And it FEELS awkward, like we're trying to manufacture chemistry.  Which, to some extent, I guess we are.  (His wife is seriously gorgeous.  And he's no Nolan.)

I never had a problem with kissing on stage before I was married, and until now I haven't had occasion to, since.  However to add insult to injury, one night at rehearsal this week, after 'the kiss,' I forgot my line.  How embarrassing.  I mean the kiss wasn't mind-blowing or anything, but it was, oh, I don't know, distracting, I guess.  And we just stayed there, centimeters apart for like 15 seconds 'til I remembered that I was supposed to say something.

Good grief.

I just need to memorize my lines, try not to bump into the furniture, and not let the fact that I have to kiss this guy twice every night and act like I really want to, throw me for a loop.

*headdesk*
persephone33: (maid)
( Feb. 22nd, 2009 08:25 am)
Okay. 

I'm sorry that I haven't been around (has anyone noticed that I haven't been around?) much the past few weeks.  Just a few more and rehearsals will be over and life will go back to normal.

Or as normal as my life ever gets.
Bullet points, because I can't think.
  • Clean my house (No, really.  I mean I have to clean my house, 'cause ugh)
  • Tackle Mt. Laundry  (It is HUGE.  Everest better move over, because our dirty clothes pile is about to take the #1 spot)
  • Get freaking off book for Act II  (I would rather memorize entire pages of passages rather than the little conversational dialogue-y stuff.  I say "Chet!" about 15 million times.  I've started saying it when I go up on my lines, just because odds are, that that's the one I've missed.)
  • Fixed that blasted dress  (I'm close.  Really, really close.)
  • Stay on my diet (Nothing gives incentive like being humiliated by clothing)
  • Something else, I'm sure
I have a funeral to attend tomorrow morning.  I really, really don't like funerals.
persephone33: (screw up fairy)
( Feb. 17th, 2009 08:47 am)
I came home from my valentine vacation to a VERY sick six year-old. Aaron has the flu, pneumonia, bronchitis and strep - seriously, what doesn't he have? He's not a good medicine taker, either. In everything else he's obediently compliant, but with medicine, he turns into the anti-Aaron. It is not pretty.

At least he has his grandpa to cuddle with him. My dad is here. The boys call him "Papa Jim" and he brought a bunch of movies, thankfully. And curling up on the couch with A.J. is about Papa Jim's speed.

Rehearsal last night went alright, much better than I expected, actually. Tonight is the last scene of Act I and Act II which I haven't had as much work on, so... eek.

Nolan gets in at 10:10 tonight, so I'll be going to fetch him after my rehearsal.

Hope all you people are flu-free.

Love!
Nolan and I have had a nice time in Austin, but as always, after about 4 days away from home, I start getting ready to sleep in my own bed and have my own shower... It's not that the hotel isn't nice, it's just not HOME.

We saw Fanboys at the Alamo Drafthouse. I love eating and drinking during a movie. Glass of red wine? Check. It made the film a little funnier, I think. It wasn't too cerebral, and I certainly didn't have to think about it, much. I think I was relieved that I didn't get some of the more obscure Star Wars jokes. Won't need to see it again. :)

I get in at Amarillo International at 4 something, and my dad (who is coming for a visit 'til Friday) gets in at 5:30, and then I have rehearsal at 7:30, for which I'm supposed to be memorized for Act I.

Am I?

No. Not entirely.

But I have airports and plane rides and about 9 hours between now and then, so keep your fingers crossed.

Except I have to be memorized for Act II tomorrow. *thunk* <--My head hitting the desk. (It was a lot easier to memorize a hundred pages of dialogue before I had kids.)
persephone33: (No ninjas)
( Feb. 12th, 2009 08:41 am)
1.  I FINALLY got to the post office yesterday, with my stacks of prizes to be mailed the the Haiku contest winners, runners up, and honorable mentions.  So if you're one of those girls, keep an eye on the mailbox for a manilla envelope.  :)  The only people who haven't given me their address and therefore have gifts sitting in my closet that I, quite frankly, keep eyeing, are [livejournal.com profile] jessicakmalfoy  and [livejournal.com profile] peacefulwmn9 .  If you want prizes, send your address to persephone3333@gmail.com.

2.  The inside of the big toe on my right foot is NUMB.  As in -  it has no feeling at all.  Like it's had a little stroke.  I'm only mildly concerned.  I mean if part of me is going to have a stroke, the big toe is not a bad option, right?

3. The little boy who plays my youngest son in the play hugged me last night and asked me if he could have a BB Gun for Christmas. 

...  Uh, dude?  You have a mother.

He was so sweetly sincere, though, that I didn't laugh at him.  I looked at the director, paused and then patted him and said, "We'll see."

I have no idea if that was the right thing to do, but I figure that it couldn't really hurt.  *shrugs*


persephone33: (Bears Beets BSG)
( Feb. 5th, 2009 02:21 pm)
I have haiku prizes but no addresses for [livejournal.com profile] numbaby , [livejournal.com profile] jessicakmalfoy , and [livejournal.com profile] peacefulwmn9 .  If you ladies want to claim your prize, just drop a line to persephone3333@gmail.com.  Trust me, I'm not a stalker.  I don't have the inclination, energy or follow through required for that level of weirdness.  :D

Overheard at rehearsal:

15 year-old girl actress.  So I was telling my friends about this show and when they asked what it was about, I said there was a kid who swears a lot and a boy who looks at girlie magazines.

13 year-old boy actor.    Cussing and porn.  Sounds like my kind of show.

***

When did kids get so worldly wise?  The guy playing the father and I just went O.O.

Also, I was informed randomly by one of the boys that plays one of the sons in the show that cockroaches could live without their heads for up to to weeks.  I told him thanks for the information.  For the most part, they're super cute boys.  And by default as the only woman on the set (the actress who plays the nun is only there sporadically,) I have mothered and coddled and tied some shoelaces.  I expect I'll even bake some cookies for them all next week when I'm not coughing my head off.  I have bronchitis.  Woot.  I got an antibiotic, an inhaler, and a shot in my rear end.

After the injection yesterday, I told the nurse 'thank you,' as I was pulling up my jeans.  That gave me pause.  I mean, yes, she performed a service that is bound to help, but she also just shoved a 2 inch needle in my hip.  Weird customs, pleasantries.

Today is definitely a better day.  When I came home from rehearsal last night (10:30), there were candles, red wine, strawberries...and hubby.  I definitely do not deserve him.  But since he's mine, I'll go ahead and keep him.
Thanks to all you girls for cheering me up, you guys are so sweet! *hugs flist*


It really is a good show...  it's just been hard to live in for the past 6 weeks.  7 more nights!  (Not counting tonight...)
I'm feeling a little bitchy today, sorry in advance.  I tried to write today and couldn't.  I was edgy and distracted.  I probably should go to the gym, but I don't freakin' feel like it.  Grr.

So this 'assistant director ' thing is not the most fun I've ever had.  It involves a LOT of work outside the theatre, and not too much fun inside the theatre.  I have to make 2 gallons of tea (supposed to be bourbon, can't have the talking props getting trashed onstage) every day and lug it up to the theatre.  I also have to make the food for the show, I think, although it might be possible to get out of that.  I'll be melting wax every night for an effect, and cleaning up the mess the actors make after it's all over.  I can't wait til hell week (erm, tech week?) next week, so I can start handing some of this mundane crap over to the crew.

The set looks fabulous, I went and painted on Saturday.  Must post pics of that soon.  The cast is coming together, lines are being memorized, and all in all, it's starting to look like a show!  Hooray!  There's a part of the script where the brothers fight over these chips (crisps) called Tatyos.  The director had them shipped from Ireland especially for the show.  A package got opened last night for pictures, and then got left by my chair, and I ate the whole bag, and was truly sad when there weren't any more.  It distresses me greatly that you can't get these chips in the states.  They're wonderful.  I probably only want them because I know I can't have them.  Any leftover bags are mine, though.  Everybody else better back off.

Speaking of food, I bought my boys Toaster Strudel for the first time last week....  let me say, there'll be no going back to Pop Tarts.  They turned their noses up this morning.  Spoiled like their mommy, they are!


I did get to post a chapter of my story today!  That always makes me happy.  It could all be worse, right?

It's spring break and the kiddos are home...  there is not a peaceful moment to be had.  It's anarchy.

Rehearsal is wonderful.  Some parts are more wonderful than others, but overall still pretty great.  We have a set, and almost all of the props.  I'm taking the girl playing Girleen to costume her this week, she has to look horrible, so that'll be fun.  And I have to find pants and jackets for the guys.  Less fun.  Men's clothes (modern ones, anyway) are boring.  We have to make the men look manky as well, and It'll be a chore, as we've cast some really good looking ones.  It's hard to make pretty people ugly.  =P

I'm so close to finishing the contest fic.  So.  Stinking.  Close.  Gah!  It won't flow !  AHHHH!

However, [personal profile] mynuetwas brilliant and able to upload the podcast I recorded.  It's at dracoandginny.com.  It's not my absolute best work, but I had an awfully good time recording it.  Go listen!
We had the first rehearsal for The Lonesome West last night.  No readthrough for this cast, they jumped right inand blocked and ran scene one 3 times.  Sometimes you just KNOW when it's going to be good, and this one is.  It's a phenomenally talented group of men, and the girl will be good, too.

Hubby left on a trip and will be gone for a little over a day.  While he is gone, I am determined to conquer this podcast thing.  With God as my witness, I will upload it.  I will!  *feels like Scarlett O'Hara*

Aaron's transportation parade (?) was earlier this week, and Nolan made him a car costume.


He was very proud.
persephone33: (Chicago - happy)
( Jan. 9th, 2007 08:19 am)
So I pride myself on being a professional actress.  I work for a very professional theatre.  They do things right, for the most part, they don't cut corners, have and have real artists that do the sets, costumes, etc.  Professional pride.

God.  You know what pride comes before, right, Carrie?

Carrie.  (raises hand)  A fall?

God.  Correct, Carrie.  5 points to Slytherin.  (Is God somehow Professor Snape in this scenario?  I hope not.)

I have always memorized my lines and tried not to bump into the furniture (sage words of wisdom from Dennis Maher).  I always stay in character while onstage.  It's the professional thing to do.  I've looked down my nose and huffed at actors that didn't.  Last night, it all went to hell.  The professionalism...  the not bumping into the furniture...  

When an actor gets tickled (laughs, giggles) on stage, and can't control it, it's called "corpsing."  I dunno why, It's one of those things I vaguely remember from college.  It had never happened to me, not till last night.

Here's the way the dialogue went.

****

(Felix and Cecily and Gwendolyn (me) have just been having a good cry; Oscar has come back into the room and is disgusted with Felix for screwing up his date)

Oscar.  (to Felix) I can't leave you alone for 5 seconds.  Well if you really want to cry, go look at your London Broil.

Felix.  (rushes madly into the kitchen)  Oh, my gosh!  Why didn't you call me?  I told you to call me!

Oscar.  I'm sorry girls, I forgot to warn you about Felix.  He's a walking Soap Opera.

(from the kitchen, we hear the loudest, girliest shriek imaginable - think Nathan Lane from "The Birdcage.")

Gwendolyn.  I think he's the dearest thing I ever met.

****

Only I can't say that last line, because I'm having to turn upstage and put my drink in front of my face to keep the director from seeing me laugh.  It was a good 15 or 20 seconds before I could get it together to deliver the line.  It's a good thing we're a week and a half out from preview night.  Maybe it won't be as funny to me then.

I seriously doubt it.  It's freaking hysterical.

Then, in the second scene, I bumped into the occasional table by the chair. THAT HAS BEEN THERE SINCE DAY ONE.  Not only did I do that, I also broke character by letting out a mild swear moderately loudly.  So, all in all, not my finest hour as an actress.  Ah, how the mighty have fallen.

On an altogether different note...  why do parents lose their damn minds when driving while dropping their kids off for school?  Does anyone know?
persephone33: (the odd couple)
( Jan. 4th, 2007 01:07 pm)
It occurs to me that I haven't posted about rehearsals in a while.  It's almost as if I'm not in a play, I get all the gratification with one tenth the preparation and effort.  The British dialect is flowing more smoothly, the cast is bonding, (YAY for male cast members - so uncomplicated) the director is happy, the crew laughs in all the right places;  I can't complain.  

Although, I do worry about the actor who plays Oscar (the messy half of the Odd Couple).  He yells a lot in act two and has veins that throb a bit in his forehead and neck when he shouts.  He's only in his early forties, I'd say, but watching him makes me wonder if I shouldn't brush up on my CPR.  The man literally looks as if he could stroke out at any minute.  He is also what we in the theatre call "A Faucet."  The man sweats *profusely*.  (And not in a sexy way at all)  It's January here on the High Plains, which means that at night when we rehearse it's about 32F outside, and there's not a lot of heat in the theatre, (I'm bundled up the whole time, holding a cup of coffee for warmth) and this guy is dripping.  Oh, well.  It's better than "A Sprinkler," otherwise known as the actor who spits when he projects his voice or enunciates.  (Front row patrons and fellow actors beware!)  No one said that it was a glamourous life I lead.

I was dealing with the fact that I'd gained about 5 lbs. over the holidays until I saw the costume that the director wants to put me in.  Holy Mother of Bad Words.  A *sleeveless* (argh) minidress and go-go boots. (I get the intense pleasure of showing my upper arms AND my upper thighs.) Dear God, Please help.  Will begin fasting immediately from everything but water and carrots for the next three weeks if none of my wobbly bits show in front of audiences.  I think I'm over that little breakdown, although I've not actually tried the costume on yet, so that last statement *could* be premature.

On a completely unrelated topic, I'm in the market for a new vacuum.  Anybody have one that they absolutely adore?  I have to get one soon.  The dog and kids can smell when it's the most inconvenient time to get dirt all over the house.:)
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Rehearsal was awesome last night...  It was all about the Pigeon sisters and the whole cast (and crew) was there.  They're all men (with varying degrees of masculinity) except for the girl playing my sister, so that's a good situation.  (And she's growing on me)  No backbiting-sweet to your face-ugly behind your back women to deal with.  Just men, who aren't emotionally up to hiding their feelings, if indeed, they have any at all to hide!  The actor playing Oscar is absolutely adorable in the role...  I saw Nathan Lane (and Matthew Broderick) do The Odd Couple on Broadway last Spring, and he was good, but also kind of unbeleivable, because you know that he's gay.  Our Oscar isn't (he has a wife at least) but he's more butch than Nathan.  And cute.  Cute messy, y'know?

I say all of this firmly entrenched with the knowledge that I am in love with my husband and no one (Mom) should think any differently.  It's more of a character thing than the actor.  I don't even really know him, anyway.  We may have said a dozen words to each other off stage.  The actor playing Felix I've worked with before.  In Blithe Spirit, (see us here - I'm the green one) Anybody for Murder, Brighton Beach Memoirs, and probably othersI can't remember right now.  He's a good actor.  But he only does a couple of things.  He does them well, though.  And he keeps working.  You can't fault him there.

Anyway, I get to be maniacal, witty, sexy, funny, bitchy and cry, all in 2 scenes.  Neil Simon sure did cram a lot into these girls.  And I get to smoke.  On stage.  Haven't smoked since college.  (I didn't even really, then, I was afraid that it would make my voice deeper than it already was)  But think I should probably practice, a little at least, lest I start coughing uncontrollably.


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So I went to my first blocking rehearsal last night for The Odd Couple.  Funny.  Funny stuff.  Although, the director gave us bird imagery first (hopping, pecking...The Pigeon sisters, etc) and then he told us to (and I'm actually quoting here) to "ooze sex.  Think go-go dancer.  Like you just stepped away from the pole."

Erm, okaaaay.

 As an actress, I'm fairly sure that I can do both of these things, but I'm having a bit of a hard time combining them.  Bird sex.  Sexy birds.  I dunno.  Maybe he just wants one or the other, not a combination of both and he's just trying to decide which one he wants more. In any case, January 18-28, it'll be too, too funny.  This also means that I'll spend my 34th bithday enduring the first tech rehearsal (The kickoff of 'hell week').  Meh.  One sacrifices for art.

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