the beautiful people, the beautiful people, bada bum

I took this photo at rehearsal. I was sneaky and did it without a flash and pretended I was just looking at old pictures and not actually taking a new picture. But I was. I thought it might be peculiar and attract too much attention if I just randomly started flashing my camera in the middle of a scene.

I'm enjoying rehearsal. I can't remember my lines correctly which is a little irritating considering I don't have as much to remember as in my past few shows. It should be cake. All the words are somewhere floating around my brain I just can't seem to get them to come out in the right order at the right time. Perhaps if I spent more time with my script... we'll see.

Once I took a cheesy internet survey that told you how you'd be defined in a dictionary given your name. That's all - just your name. There were no multiple choice questions, no random scenarios to puzzle out, I just typed in my name and they defined me. I am a level-headed person who always makes the wrong decisions. That feels more and more true everyday.

I came into rehearsal an hour later than usual because I wasn't in the scenes they were working. I missed warm-ups and apparently a rather messed-up version of the toss-the-ball-and-say-the-name game. It turns out that, despite the fact that we've been rehearsing for a couple weeks now, not everyone knows everyone else's name. At the end of rehearsal we were encouraged to socialize so we could at least know everyone's name. Most of the cast went to Burdick's. I went to Zazio's with non-cast and suddenly found myself in the land of beautiful people. It's a little strange. I'd been there a couple of times before but never noticed. There I was in jeans & a hoodie, wearing my Chucks and my puffy green coat surrounded by girls in leggings & pumps and listening to two men fight about shoes. "What am I doing here?" I asked myself. "I'm not even large yet still large enough to crush these little girls like Godzilla." Finally, it got to be too much. I had to leave. It was too sparkly in there. I can't even wrap my brain around getting all dolled up to go out for a martini on a Thursday night in Kzoo. It's too much effort. Anyway, I wish them the best in all they do and I bid them a good night. Tomorrow's Friday. I'm very glad.