Tonight is girl’s-night!!
…To sip on some hoity-toity grape juice, pop in “Sense and Sensibility” and push play on the audio commentary wherein Emma Thompson will commence to teach us everything she knows, about everything she knows…in a totally charming and hilarious manner.
As my favorite English Nutter, she has been doing this command performance for several years now, but it never gets old, or less funny.
…This entire night, btw, is under the pretense of Ma n’ “M” actually meeting. Like freaks of fate. Because then they can geek out all they want to about Hobbit feet and trolls vs. fairies kinda crap, and leave me the hell outta it.
(As if we really need an excuse to show up in PJ’s and pseudo-sob over romantical period things. But that’s my story, so I’m sticking to it.)
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In Other News: I’m leaving work at 2:30 today. I hit the office door this morning, straight out-the-gate with a solid declaration that this week was shit and I was leaving early today to help make up for it. I got a blink and shrug from the Boss in response:
Boss: Ok.
Me: You know…it’s not fun rebelling when no one cares.
Boss: (Pretend melodrama, but not really selling it) Don’t go…! Don’t go…!
Me: You suck.
Boss: Want a coffee?
Me: I do.
Boss: Be right back…
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In Other Other News: After-rehearsal hang time is golden. It’s not that I “forget” this, but it is constantly being reinforced how much I miss my peoples when I am not doing shows. Not that I don’t see them anyway, but not in as large groups, and not with the night’s work to ruminate over and tease one another about.
…I’m used to a big family, and it’s nice to be back around one again…flinging insults and sex jokes and drinking each other’s drinks when people get up to pee or have a smoke. Family is important. All the people in it…the “new” ones finding where they fit within the order of things, the “old” ones shifting here and there to accommodate, and everyone genuinely enjoying and respecting the work of one another so much, that we can afford to play at one another’s expense…take a hit on the chin that is made with a wink. Sometimes, a cast can be all-round magical…and this one is a hell of a team already…even with a month yet to go in rehearsals before the run begins.
…Its times like this that make me feel bad for the “normals” in the world…the ones who work their 9-5′s and get to bed at decent hours, don’t obsess about creative shit all the time, and still have their dignity. Poor bastards. They have NO IDEA the kind of life they are missing.
…But then, I’m preachin’ to the choir here. Obviously.
It must just suck to be them. Am I right?
~D
