Well, dear readers, I suppose I can share with you the following bombshell breaking news – it is Friday. I am full of pasta with meat sauce, I am full of cherry chip ice cream, I have danced the boogaloo, I am fit as a fiddle and ready for a modern major miracle, I am writing these here notes at a frenetic pace, and I have done the tech for Doug’s one-act play, which took exactly six minutes – lights up, lights out. The End. Someone mentioned today that Mercury is still in retrograde but might be out of retrograde soon. Listen to me, Mercury, you are in retrograde way too much, you are a pain in my ASS and everyone else’s, you wreak havoc, and maybe it’s time you stop doing this crap and let people have nice lives without throwing a monkey wrench into the works, if you get my multiple meanings. Multiple Meanings – that’s the title of my next novel, which, of course, has multiple meanings. So, I did watch a little of Bernadette Peters in Hello, Dolly! on the Tube of You – the entire show is up and it’s one of the better-looking bootlegs out there. I also watched a bit of Bette Midler doing it, too, but that one isn’t quite so nice. As always, the audience thinks they’re at a taping of America’s Got Talent, whooping and hollering like teenagers in heat. Teenagers in Heat – that’s a Roger Corman movie, isn’t it? If it isn’t, it should be. In case I haven’t been perfectly clear, Mercury get the HELL out of retrograde before I kick your ASS from here to kingdom come. But enough about me.
Yesterday was certainly a day and a weird one at that. I set the alarm for eleven but forgot I had the phone on silent when I was at the theater. Therefore, the alarm didn’t sound and instead of getting up at eleven, I got up at two-thirty after nine hours of good sleep. That, however, left me only an hour to answer e-mails, shower, and get the HELL out of here and over to the studio in Hollywood for auditions. We were there from four to six and of course, I never had a minute to eat anything before leaving. We only had three auditioners, two of whom I definitely can use and if the third can undo her major conflict, I’ll use her, too. We left just before six but I did not want to go to the theater and sit for what I knew would be two hours until we got to our play. So, I went home instead. Got home by six-thirty, made the pasta with meat sauce, and ate that. Doug kept me apprised. They started almost forty minutes late, so I didn’t actually have to get to the theater until 8:50 and I was out of there by 9:00.
Crazy day, for sure. I came home, ate some ice cream, and I’m now feeling like I want to vomit on the ground.
Today, I’ll be up by eleven and my phone will NOT be on silent. I’ll shave, and then around twelve-thirty I’ll mosey on over to the studio in Hollywood for our second casting session. We have eight people coming over four hours. After the casting session, I’ll come right home and eat something fun or not fun, after which I’m going to plotz on my couch like so much fish and just zone out.
Tomorrow, we have a dress rehearsal, which starts at four. I’ll probably get there around four-thirty. We should be done around seven at the latest. Sunday is the same thing. We’re off on Monday, we have previews on Tuesday and Wednesday, and we open on Thursday. I’m still hoping for at least one of the blurbs to arrive either today or over the weekend, and then next week we’ll also have more auditions and I’ll finalize the cast for 70, Girls, 70.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by eleven, shave, have another casting session, eat, and then zone out. Today’s topic of discussion: It’s Friday – what is currently in your CD player and your DVD/Blu and Ray/streaming player? I’ll start – CD, 70, Girls, 70. Blu-ray, streaming – who knows? Your turn. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, having written notes with multiple meanings.