Cecil and The Theatre Husband, are rehearsing “Gypsy, ” just down the street. They open two weeks before I do (45 minutes, just South.)
…Together: they are teamed up as Louise and Herbie…in the strange only-theatre-way that one can, directly after playing man and wife, (with me, as their oversexed –or under, depending on how you look at it– neighbor), in “The Underpants. ”
It kills me, that I’m not there, partaking of their awesomeness and swimming in the absolute ease and delight that it is to work with them.
…But I’m also kind of super exhausted from our first first act work/run-thru, on my only third day of blocking into “Bountiful,” with like an 80% new-people-to-me team.
…And: we kick total ass.
For custody battles, we’re splitting other former loves-of-the-past. I get my “Arcadian” arch nemisis, and fellow-actor-turned-Director…they get my “Black Coffee,” Ingenu.
…It’s like an acting key-party of people swapping, and we’re all getting really good sex, but it’s still kinda like: “…But, I like how you just know to do that one thing. ” and, “I’m jealous of this,” and, “I sincerely cannot wait for you all to kick ass but: I’m a little pissed I can’t be part of it too.”
…So it goes…with greedy, creative, bastards, like us.
It’s not about “greener pastures.” It’s about “having any fun at all without me.”
…And it’s also the pride in one another. And the fact that our shows are staggered so we will all get the chance (ultimately) to bask in the creative, ridiculously talented glow of one another.*
(*We’re super humble, too…)
…But meanwhile: it makes, “How was rehearsal tonight? ” a kind of super-loaded question.
…The kind where you’re like, “Good sex. Different. Learned a lot. Miss that ‘thing’ you do. ”
…And the other guy goes:
“Yeah. Me too. ”
~D
