You’ve all been WAY more patient with my absence than I deserve. But, I’m not totally back yet. Sometime next week, if I can, I’ll start back up … you know, once the show is over and I can get some down time.
But for now … here are some of my favorite shots from The Nautical Yards. *
Gorgeous.
All photos courtesy of force/collision … final dress rehearsal 4/25.
* TNY performs now though Sunday 4/29, 7pm, at the Washington Navy Yards – Yards Park. Come join us!
Every now and then a random memory pops into my head … it never makes sense, and seems to come from nowhere. The memories are never big events, but usually have something amusing in them … so who knows what triggers it?
So, I’ve decided to start posting them here … they may only be funny to me, but you never know…
October 2004 – 11pm-ish – Car parked in a public parking lot, we’re passed out in the backseat, trying to sleep.
Cop 1: ::knocks on window::
Boy: “Crap, I thought this lot didn’t close.”
Me: ::rolls down window::
Cop 1: “Can you step out here, please? Not you, sir.”
Me: ::gets out of car::
Cop 2: ::gets INTO car::
Cop 1: “So, what are you two up to, out here so late?”
Me: “We’re actors at the theater right up the street. Our show got out about half an hour ago, and we’re both too tired to drive home. We figured we’d try and sleep for a couple hours, so we don’t crash. I thought this was a 24 hour lot?”
Cop 1: “RIGHT. That’s not a lie.”
Me: “It’s not.”
Cop 1: ::scoffs and walks away to talk to Cop 2 and compare stories::
The stories match, because, um, they’re TRUE.
Cop 1: “So, um, I guess you’re telling the truth. That’s, um, very responsible of you.”
Me: “Thanks. Can I get back in the car? I’m freezing.”
Cop 1: “You have to understand, when we normally find cars parked late, it’s not normally local actors trying to get sleep before heading home.”
Me: “I understand. Can I get back in the car NOW?” *
Cop 2: “Yeah. Sorry to have disturbed you.”
Me: “Right.”
Cop 2: “We’ll radio so that no one else bothers you.”
Me: ::raises eyebrow then gets back in car::
Boy: “Did you have to give them attitude?”
Me: “Did they have to interrupt my nap? We were clearly asleep. Asshats.”
Boy: ::laughs:: “Hell hath no fury and all that?”
Me: “Shhh. SLEEPING. Don’t make me call you an asshat, too.”
And we proceeded to fall back to sleep, and drive home at 1am.
Random, right?
Oh hey look! A place to write! And a few extra moments! WHAT? YAY!
So, as you may or may not be aware, I’m in a new show. Let me repeat: I’M. IN. A. NEW. SHOW. *
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
More info on that to come. In the meantime, check out my beautiful cast (well, some of them):
We’ve been rehearsing for the last month, and as such, I’ve been SUPER busy. So busy, in fact, things (like blogging, and returning emails, and sleep…) have gone neglected. So today, a list of things I’ve learned/observed during rehearsal:
– I’ve missed this even more than I realized.
– The women in non-equity DC theater (at least those I’ve met) are TIMID. ** I’ve never been the most adventurous (non-company) woman in a cast before.
– Being the most adventurous makes you stand out. And gets you offered other shows.
– Having to turn down other shows SUCKS. Stupid family weddings and day jobs…
– Having a scene partner with GORGEOUS blue eyes is never a bad thing.
– More importantly, if that scene partner is a fantastic actor, you win. Or rather, I win.
– It is NEVER ok to accidentally call your husband your scene partner’s name. (In my defense, they both start with J.) It’ll just make husband even less sure about you doing this whole “acting” thing. ***
– It is totally acceptable to accidentally call your scene partner your husband’s name. Be prepared for non-stop teasing from said scene partner.
– Boys are HEAVY. Especially when you basically have to dead-lift them. By yourself. Repeatedly.
– My back is stronger than I thought. Yay!
– My arms are not. Hello soreness.
– Extra workouts are not necessary when rehearsal involves running 2 miles.
– Some people take themselves WAY too seriously.
– Reciprocal total trust is an amazing thing. And makes for heart wrenchingly beautiful scenes.
– The option to do this full time is suddenly open. It throws a wrench in my careful plan. This terrifies me to no end.
– Finding friends is a matter of who you talk to. ****
– My love for gay men (and the women who love them) is undying.
– I think I’m finally home.
I’m sure there’s more, but that’s where my brain is at the moment. I’ll go into detail on a lot of these later, but for now … yay!
* Thanks in large part to the wonderful Nicole. I owe that lady many, many drinks.
** We’ve been rehearsing for nearly a month, and we STILL have women doing the bare minimum. And freaking out when they’re asked to do the scene barefoot. Not wanting to touch the men. Giggling their way through exercises. Not bothering to listen to the director. Marking the dance instead of throwing themselves into the movement. Having a problem with being wet on stage. REALLY having a problem that the costume designer is putting us in light clothing … dear God, what will that MEAN when it’s wet? We’ll be covered, right?! ::headdesk::
I really, really wish I was exaggerating … but this isn’t even half of it.
*** We’ll get into this in depth later, but suffice to say, he’s not thrilled with the idea of me playing a romantic part.
**** My standard “I moved here not knowing anyone and work in an office of 4. I usually met people through school and theater and those weren’t happening for me, here.” usually falls on deaf ears … or at most earns a look of sympathy. THESE people, though? It prompted hugs, and “I KNOW, it was like that for me, too!”, and “You’re here with us now, it’ll be ok, we’ll fix it.” God, I love people like that.
Little Pieces Everywhere 