The apparition of these faces in the crowd

Standing backstage with the newest member of my harem (the loverly Tony), two other guys and three women.

They're all techies. So of course the conversation is... strange. Somehow we got onto the discussion of Tony and his sexuality. And my saying that the fact he played the king in Once Upon A Mattress in high school started his aversion to women.

Tony: Someone at work called me the straight male who happens to like buttsex. Who around here doesn't like buttsex?
Women: *all look at each other and shrug*
Tony: *shrugs*

From the other side of our circle, one of the middle school boys raises his hand quietly. Enter the rest of us losing it laughing... as the other male kept his hand down.

There are moments I truly, truly love my theatre. This is one of them.

You know what's always nice? Getting yelled at for doing your job because an actor just so happens to be an asshole and doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut.

Yes, dickwad -- you ripped your pants. Wasn't even that bad, really. When I'm walking INTO the show 45 minutes before curtain is NOT when you come up to me and shove your ass in my face and fucking prance around about it. Particularly as I have JUST walked in, am still laden down with instrument and other bags. I laid into the little cocksucker. I wasn't mean (as rose_whispers will attest), but I was firm. And dude. The rule is: you lose a button or a shirt needs ironed, you do it yourself. If it's a major incident you tell the stage manager ASAP and she will phone the costumer.

ALWAYS been this way.

Our delicate flower runs to the director and says I was mean and how upset he was.

So what happens? Bitch-face Almi decides to bitch me out in front of the entire fucking cast. Saying how I'm on staff now and we don't treat volunteers this way. Dare I mention that at green room opening night almi says (and I quote): "I'd like to formally welcome our newest staff member, Eric!" May I mention that Eric was hired mid-July. I was hired in August.

Right. Bitch.

So. Fucking. Annoyed.

I totally forgot to add in the stats from the show. *sigh* I go two weeks without posting and then two posts in one day.

Actors in the Show: 22
Number of Costumes Produced: About 200 [considering the chorus plays about 6-10 roles each]

And now for the kicker...

Number of costume pieces that went through our hands (including putting zippers in EVERYONE's boots), suspenders, hats, trousers, etc: Approximately 900

So is it any wonder why mom and I finished sewing costumes at 5:05 yesterday?

Work is absolutely insane, but I'm loving every minute. Producers is going to be a blast, not only to play but to work on the show in the shop. Saying it right now -- if any of you lot are going to be in the Erie area in September, you totally have to come see it. Cleveland gang -- you're coming and there's no choice in the matter.

As for weight loss -- I started Weight Watchers on May 1st -- and while I'm not ALWAYS the best at tracking what I eat during the day, I hit my first major milestone: I've lost twenty pounds to date. I'm extremely, extremely proud of myself. And knowing this was a lot of the weight put on when I took both vioxx and topomax for my migraines I'm absolutely stoked.

Still have a long ways to go -- but it's a start!

Hope everyone is having a brilliant week so far. ♥


Also -- totally random side note: four years later and I STILL want to jump Michael Phelps. Yes, lisabel, I found that icon you made for me. *coff*

And for once, they're not for me but for a good friend of mine. Right now, I don't know all the details, but a guy I know at the theatre (he's 16 for the record) was just kicked out of his house. I don't know the reason yet, but from the sounds of it, his mother and new husband just kicked him out and said he could go live down at the city rescue mission. The email I saw made it seem like it was unprovoked, but I honestly have no idea just WHAT happened in the end.

Instead of going god knows where, he called Judy and David (David of the former Playhouse Director David) and they're taking him in and working with a judge to be able to legally take care of him.

Like I said, I don't know the circumstances surrounding this -- but good thoughts his way would be muchly appreciated.

Was stuck in a hospital waiting room for five hours.

My uncle went into the hospital earlier this week for some blockage in his lower end. For those of you keeping score at home, this is my dad's brother. The one who just divorced his wife a few years back and married the woman he was having the affair with. Sidebar: he and wife number four are in the process of getting a divorce.

Apparently, he had been doing better all this week. I haven't been in to see him because I've been going through the seventh circle of hell at the Playhouse with this damn concert this weekend. At about 8pm, I get a call from my dad saying that Uncle Mark is going into surgery. He blew a hole in his intestine from all the built up pressure. I ended up leaving rehearsal around 9:30 when I just couldn't stand it any longer. Went home, changed, and went down to the hospital with the folks.

Basically -- we wanted to be there for my aunt. I personally... couldn't do what she did tonight -- waiting all night for the man who committed adultery SEVERAL times to come out of surgery but none of us wanted to be alone. Particularly because Andy (my cousin and their son) refuses to even speak to his father. And Andy never came down all night. Which, hi, I don't care if you're fighting with someone. When there's a medical emergency like this, you put differences aside. Once he's out of the woods go back to hating him. But in this case where my uncle could have died from this? Yeah, really smart, Andy.

At about 12:30am he came out of surgery and the doctor talked to us. As soon as the words 'life threatening' were used, the four of us were deadly quiet. They ended up removing a large portion of his colon and they're still going to have to go in again and look at the blockage, but the doc said it didn't look or feel like cancer, and he thinks it's diverticulitis related. (Which, my Uncle has had that diagnosed for YEARS now). So they're going to let him heal before doing anything else. The good news was that he got into surgery before he could turn septic... which really would have been the kiss of death. Knowing that the drug that counters septic is about $10,000 a dose, it could have... been really not good. I think I'm still in shock over that whole bit.

Finally at about 2:30 am we were able to see him in the ICU. He's doing well (or as well as can be expected at the present).

It's... just been one helluva night.

This year NEARLY started out on a bad note. Had a great time at Richard & Jerry's as usual. Didn't drink a lot last night either... came home and went to bed. Mom comes into my room at noon and asks if I know what time it is. Tells me it's noon. I, having a CONCERT this afternoon with a 1pm call... go into massive panic mode.

However -- I had a boy over tonight. For dinner. He's the assistant lighting design/scene shop guy at the theatre. And he came home for dinner. We got home at about 5:30 and he stayed until 10. Am sleepy and am going to bed, so will answer comments and the like before work tomorrow. Ugh. Back to the grind. *headdesk*

And let's just say, if tonight is any indication of how my new year is going to go, it's going to be fucking fantastic.

In about 20 minutes I should, theoretically know the results of Little Women call backs. I've been obsessively refreshing the results page since... oh, since Saturday. JUST in case they decided to post it early. But now it's down to the wire and I feel ready to throw up.

Hopefully they're going to post this online right at nine and put me out of my misery.

I just... I'm very, very afraid I got my hopes up too high only to really crash and burn in a few minutes.

Can one give onesself an ulcer in twentyish minutes?

Happier news -- I arrived late to the love meme. I was in the other one and got a couple of nice comments. So -- here I am again should you feel so inclined.

It's 8:51am. Oh god. Oh God. Oh god.

*wibbles*

First of all, thank you to everyone for their well wishes. They... let's just say they mean the world to me. I'll answer more personally later, but I at least wanted to say thank you. ♥♥

Audition results come out on Friday. Consequently, this has been the longest week of my life.

BUT!

I just got an email from Almi that... there are call-backs and I'm up for a call back. Which is most DEFINITELY yay.

However... I'm up for Meg, not Jo. This wouldn't be such a big deal if it wasn't for the fact that Meg is a soprano and I'm decidedly... not. Meg hits high Gb-s... Jo has one insanely high note, but otherwise, she's more of a mezzo. And looking at everyone who is up for Jo... they're all sopranos and all the ones up for Meg are altos/mezzos. So I don't get it.

I'm going to do it, of course -- but it just seems odd.

Thoughts or advice? *looks at seasoned actors around here* would you call/email and ask if there was a mistake on the call-back sheet? Or should I just go to the callback and see what happens?

But I know when I'll be back again.

Gone to DC and will return Sunday sometime, assuming northwest doesn't fuck with me. Keep your fingers crossed on that one.

Sooooo excited and I can't wait to leave. Of course, I'm also packing right now as I ended up spending the entire weekend at the theatre. The ass't director of Frankenstein is also the stage manager and needed someone to take notes for Richard, so she asked me. OMG. I've never had more fun than the past four nights of taking notes. And also learned SO much. You want to learn about acting, take notes for a director during tech week. You'll be amazed what you learn.

Shall miss you all and I'll see you when I get back! Those who have the cell, feel free to text or call me! And those I'll be seeing... YEEE! See you soon!

♥