Well, dear readers, who do I think I am? Who do I think I’m not? For example, I don’t think I’m Haile Selassie, although I have been mistaken for a Rastafarian old Jew. And it would be difficult to think I’m Haile Selassie due to the fact that he’s dead and I, unlike certain others, don’t see dead people. I am Haile suspect, though, but that’s another story. Who else do I think I’m not? Guy Haines. Guy Haines is Guy Haines, let’s get that straight and/or crooked once and for all. We will soon be reissuing Guy’s album Haines His Way, which has sadly been out of print for twenty years now. Mr. Haines himself has been out of print for twenty years, but that’s another story. Who do I think I am? Well, I’ll tell you who I think I am because I am what I am I am my own special creation. I am the person who is obsessed with cherry chocolate chip ice cream from Rite Aid. I am the person who currently resembles a barge, although we ARE trying to do something about it. I am, for example, the person who needs a modern major miracle before my head explodes like John Cassavetes in The Fury or the guy in Scanners, two of the finest exploding head movies. I am currently approaching that moment so the modern major miracle will hopefully show up soon before I splatter all over the damn place. I am, in short, BK of BK’s Notes and haineshisway.com, which I feel will soon be the most popular site on all the Internet. At this point in time, I feel it wise to perhaps ask what the HELL I’m talking about. But remember, wise men say only fools rush in. Since I just said it, I must be wise. No, I did not watch a motion picture. I did attend a run-through of the eight one-act plays. They ran longer than I was led to believe, and only Doug’s play was actually ten minutes long. A couple are closer to twenty-five minutes long. But it was fun to see them on their feet and I think it will be a fine evening of theater. Actually, it’s fun to see ME on my feet. Speaking of feet, have I mentioned that I need a modern major miracle? Who am I again? Oh yes, not Haile Selassie. The fact that I even remember the name Haile Selassie, let alone how to spell it, is the most interesting part.
Yesterday was up and down. Down was the text, up was almost everything else, in that there were no crazy disasters – near disasters yes, of course. I got up at eleven, decided I needed another hour and got up at noon o’clock, almost nine hours of good sleep. I answered e-mails, ignored a text, found out that one of the two actors in Doug’s play – the double cast leading man, got Covid, but happily he’s not playing the first week, so he’ll be fine for week two when he goes into the show and plays the rest of the run. I had a 50% off thing for UberEats, so ordered from Maria’s Kitchen, farfalle with sausage. It arrived pretty quickly, and it was very good, albeit a bit spicy for me these days. And it wasn’t too much food, so that was good. Then I did a few things that needed doing and relaxed until it was time to mosey on over to the theater for the run-through. We began around seven-twenty and didn’t finish until nine-thirty, but I think it will be a bit shorter by the time we open.
After that, I stopped at Gelson’s on the way home, got seven ounces of hamburger meat and one red and one brown onion, then came home. I had some of my cherry chocolate chip ice cream, probably 260 calories’ worth, but I’d only eaten the pasta prior to that. And here we are.
Today, I’ll be up by eleven, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll make some pasta with red sauce, ground beef, and sauteed red onion, and I’m sure that will be very good and well within my calorie range. Then we have our first casting session for 70, Girls, 70 from four to six, after which I go directly to the theater for a cue to cue. It shouldn’t last more than an hour, really, and I can leave when our show is done – we’re second in the second act. Then I’ll come home and watch, listen, and relax.
Tomorrow, we have another casting session from one to five, but thankfully we’re off in the evening, so that’s good. I’ll have to decide if I want to get on the freeway at five on a Thursday, which is always the worst freeway day, or maybe eat in Hollywood and then go home. After all, there is Musso and Frank to think about, and I don’t think I’ve been there in well over five years. Well, not quite. I had lunch there on August 23, 2019. Anyway, we shall see. Saturday is a dress rehearsal, as is Sunday. We’re off Monday, then Tuesday and Wednesday are previews and then we open on Thursday and play five weeks on Thursday, Saturday at four, and Sunday at seven.
Let’s all put on our pointy party hats and our colored tights and pantaloons, let’s all break out the ham chunks and the cheese slices, let’s all dance the Hora or the Rhumba, for today is the birthday of our very own dear reader Singdaw. So, let’s give a big haineshisway.com birthday cheer to our very own dear reader Singdaw. On the count of three: One, two, three – A BIG HAINESHISWAY.COM BIRTHDAY CHEER TO OUR VERY OWN DEAR READER SINGDAW!!!
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by eleven, do whatever needs doing, make pasta, eat pasta, attend a casting session, attend a cue to cue and then come home and watch, listen, and relax. What are the oddest names you’ve ever heard? You know my choice. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, happy in the knowledge that I am NOT Haile Selassie.