Dakota

So much going on, I don't really have much interest to write about it.

Basically, we have moved. The apartment is empty and out of our hands... everything has been moved over. While not everything (most things) is in it's place here, it's at least here. We were inspiring, though, Matt and I with our to and fro antics last night.

It culminated in what I'd consider a pretty decent Frank for the third and final Halloween show. My Riff Raff was my best, this Saturday, and I put in I guess a pretty good Brad. No surprises, nothing destructive. A word of note: Carrie has retired, and I wish her (and Ryan) all the best.

Meanwhile my flesh has been beat and twisted, but the house is filled with things.

Prop bags of doom were made today. It featured fun with ants, rain, unintentional croutons, and newspaper stains. Hot.

Then show. Show good. Show made me tired. Show was, for me, very good. Richy performed Rocky, and was excellent. Completely stole the show and tore into several pieces. He is the new golden boy. I have been surpassed. I hope that we can have a sexy Velma Kelly/Roxie Hart rivalry at least.

I enjoyed playing Frank very tonight, and seemed deeply... odd... with some of the contexts the show brought on. In light of recent events, the Columbia "You chew people up..." line seemed somewhat... pointy.

Yeah, strange. But good. I hate water gags. Hanging with Carrie during "Eddie's Teddy" was very strange, but fun. I didn't feel bitchy or divaish for tonight... Actually, I haven't gone the "bitchy" route (I don't think) in a while. This was something else. I was kinda sad, I think. "I'm Going Home" was really just... difficult. I wasn't feeling bad and nothing was wrong, but I decided to play Frank really wounded and I have no idea why... Completely new, that... and startling. For tonight's performance, Frank was just a guy with a mission, got distracted, lost sight of it, and got trampled. I make it sound so deep, I'm sure.

Regardless, my eyes are tired. I should go to sleep.

It was a good day. Matt complimented my Frank.

Let's just do this is some sort of day-by-day, ok?

Friday Night. Fun time with The Kids and Willow! We went to Borders and supermarket spelunking, which was lots of fun. I got the Dick Tracy and Cruel Intentions DVDs so I'm all aglow. The Tracy DVD is boring in terms of features (hey, anyone wanna watch "Sooner or Later" with French subtitles?) but I've yet to look at Cruel. That'll be later Monday I'm sure. Also got some extra food like cereal and stuff 'cause I'm still home alone for another week.

Saturday
More Kids! And more Willow! Plus, Danielle and Carrie! Wow... It was fun! We went government private property exploring... Excellent fun, even if cut short kinda sorta 'cause of buggism and over-grown-ded-ness of the plants. That's ok, we sorta replanned to check it out again.
Wetness! Watery stuff was fun, and by the end of "rinsing off our feet briefly in the ocean" we were mostly soaked. Fun, fun, fun!
Also that day - Jay and Silent Bob's Secret Stash, where I stared at the Dogma and Chasing Amy memorabilia and really psyched. We also went through cool thrifty-but-expensive stores and a cool music place (I found Tim Curry's greatest hits but chose against it at the last minute... another time, perhaps). Fun!
As for the show... I had fun. I was Frank. But people are stupid. Stupider than they know, and should learn to proccess things before they speak. Or better yet, proccess and then don't speak. Regardless.

Sunday
Not much to say; slept at Danielle's. We watched Some Like it Hot following diner and I collapsed on the floor soon after. After waking up 4, we watched Madonna's Girlie Show DVD and... stuff... I know we did something to have the hours go by so fast... Oh, we ate. And played Scrabble. Cheating, uh, creative playing, is fun.
I got home, read a LJ comment that pissed me off, e-mailed the boy that plagues me effortlessly, and cut the necklace he gave me from around my neck.

And now I await for an absolution, which may never come.