First stumble through of show tonight, sans bells and whistles.
…We congratulated ourselves by drinking after. At this German bar called the Berliner. I’d heard of it the last time I worked at this particular theatre, but we never went there. We were doing “Anne Frank” at the time and thought it somehow wrong.
…So there were were, over stein-sized beer, in a variety of colors, eating sausages made from different meats, dipped in mustards, and screaming at one another over Oomp-pah-pah music, played by grown men in lederhosen, after spending all night in the Scottish moores, and English music halls, with a healthy seasoning of German spies thrown in.
Theatre is magical, and anyone who says different is an idiot.
First stumbles always teach you a lot. Mostly about how far you have to go. But tonight, with how tight our cast is and the intimacy level we work in, it taught us at least as many “good” things as “bad,” which was a nice “plus,” end-the-night.
So was that one porter. No bitter finish, at all.
…Thing about beer though is, my guts are all full now, and I’m peeing every two minutes. Which, (P.S.) , I need to do now. Again. Time 32.
…So I guess I’ll go do that, then.
…And plenty of IM’s with Marty, who I haven’t seen in like a forever two weeks.
She will light up tomorrow’s matinee, I’m sure. And I’ll be jealous of all the bitches who are getting to work with her, cuz they aren’t me. Which is what TRUE devotion and friendship is all about, really.
You’ve been told.
~D
