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May. 31st, 2004 10:06 amWell, it's over. Did our last show with lots of people doing standing room and the keen sense that we could have run this thing for months. Our cast party was great, although I could go a real long time without seeing another frozen margarita.
Today I have to do things like work on my website (to post all the reviews), add people from the show to my mailing list and work on my scrapbook, which I haven't even updated since before Vagina Monologues.
Never have I had such a haul of closing and opening night gifts from a show. Chocolates. The fountain pen, a folder for my headshots (from the little girl who just got cast in a Broadway show that I helped her with the audition for, because she needed sign language skills), a CD case, sweet sweet cards and notes, and an antique dancing girl cigarette card.
I cried a lot. It's been a hell of a thing. It is a hell of a thing. The three things I learned on this adventure are:
1. The distances from here to there is so damn huge
2. I've done a lot more in this business than is remotely reasonable for someone my age doing it so briefly, and it kinda freaks other people out.
3. This business is very, very random and a lot of the "oh my god!" stuff just doesn't really matter.
I've two auditions and a callback this week. I finally have a monologue I want to work on. I've got a lot of headshots to send out, and a bit of clean living to resume after the all-guacamole and frozen drinks diet of the last several days. Of course, today is Memorial Day and not beach weather, which means Kat and I are going for charred kangaroo, uh, 'cause we can.
I'll also have to call the family at some point, and field a lot of "so are you going to Broadway?" nonsense, to which my response is "Getting rush tickets to Boy from Oz this week, I think."
Today I have to do things like work on my website (to post all the reviews), add people from the show to my mailing list and work on my scrapbook, which I haven't even updated since before Vagina Monologues.
Never have I had such a haul of closing and opening night gifts from a show. Chocolates. The fountain pen, a folder for my headshots (from the little girl who just got cast in a Broadway show that I helped her with the audition for, because she needed sign language skills), a CD case, sweet sweet cards and notes, and an antique dancing girl cigarette card.
I cried a lot. It's been a hell of a thing. It is a hell of a thing. The three things I learned on this adventure are:
1. The distances from here to there is so damn huge
2. I've done a lot more in this business than is remotely reasonable for someone my age doing it so briefly, and it kinda freaks other people out.
3. This business is very, very random and a lot of the "oh my god!" stuff just doesn't really matter.
I've two auditions and a callback this week. I finally have a monologue I want to work on. I've got a lot of headshots to send out, and a bit of clean living to resume after the all-guacamole and frozen drinks diet of the last several days. Of course, today is Memorial Day and not beach weather, which means Kat and I are going for charred kangaroo, uh, 'cause we can.
I'll also have to call the family at some point, and field a lot of "so are you going to Broadway?" nonsense, to which my response is "Getting rush tickets to Boy from Oz this week, I think."
