Damnit, i don’t even want a six pack, a four-pack would do. Two, in a pinch. Just an ab or two. I mean, do i really have to eat healthy and do aerobic exercise to get results?
No, wait, don’t answer that.
Top five reasons having a lesbian roommate rocks:
1. Unlimited free passage of Ani DiFranco and Indigo Girls cds from her bedroom to yours.
2. Accurate consultation in romantic issues, from the side of the suitor and the suited.
3. Without prompting, asks if you’ve ever heard of her favourite girl-on-girl porn sites and then offers to show them to you.
4. Absolutely no chance of romantic entanglement. None.
5. Potential hints, corrections, and suggestions about your interactions with the female erogenous zones, if you’re brave enough to ask.
Cast Parties are always an experience that involve nearly as much drama as the show they are celebrating, and last night wasn’t an exception. What was an exception was that i didn’t drink; i’ve never drank at a winter show party, and decided to turn the trend into a tradition. It was interesting, if only because everyone finally got the point that i am really a fucking lunatic whether or not i’ve got a couple of drinks in me. There was simulated sex with multiple cast members. There was a contest to see who could grab the most genitalia, both male and female. There was me singing along and bopping around to the entire Immaculate Collection.
Oh, and i might have attempted to kiss someone.
When i’m drunk i flirt, but i’m usually doing it in a generic drunken way. Being sober, last night i was flirting with some amount of purpose. And, oddly enough, i was being flirted back at. I still don’t quite understand what was going on, personally, but apparently Laurel knows the whole story and will explain it to me before the show tonight.
See, i’m a stupid fucking lunatic who can’t even manage to lean in for a kiss whether i’m sober or trashed. Don’t you love the consistency?
No matter how witty it sounds at 5:05, i assure you that when you get home past midnight you no longer want to blog about it.
Also, someone should eventually teach me how to flirt, and how to keep my big dumb mouth shut.
Goodnight.
I sit just off the set on Stage Right on headset, right at the foot of the stairs that the actors use to get up to the second level of the performance space. I have the perfect profile shot of them as they aim their intentions at the audience, so that i catch the tiny flinches and thrusts they are making that don’t ever make it out past the lip of the stage. Tonight Gina climbed the stairs to close out the first act with her a cappella lullabye, and there was something about it that just sent a hush over our typically active end-of-act headset conversations. At first she was unsure and fragile, but as the chorus rose her voice did too, until it crested as it poured out of her in waves of perfect vibrato, only to slowly fade away again afterwards.
The first thing i said on headset when she closed her mouth was “And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what convinced me to do theatre.”