Dakota

Some news:

- The latest Jeff Mach event has come and passed. I got girls coming up to me after the show squealing, and some reports that I wasn't at my best. So maybe it was a hit-and-miss night for me. I felt pretty good about it. It was a long, tough, tough show, though. During one of Angie's songs, I realized I had three and a half minutes to go from the first floor, across a long hallway, past the lobby, up four flights of stairs, across the hall and into my room to get an essential item of clothing. I did it. I almost killed myself in the process, but the relaying made for a good monologue, so it all worked out.

- Speaking of good monologues, I finally can add Elaine Stritch to my list of people I've seen live. Genevieve and I went to Hartford to see her and I loved it all. I saw her after the show briefly but did not really get to talk to her. She is old, and was sick. It happens. She put on a great show.

- Work has been busy as hell. We're doing ok, tho. It's not unlike that running up the four flights of stairs, tho.

- Gay Pride was Sunday. We went to the march, and I had a good time. Lots of exposed male flesh that made me feel somewhat lonely as it passed by.

- 2 shows coming up in this month alone. Lots to work on, worry about, and get through. It's a rewarding experience, tho. It's my favorite thing.

- I finally got my CD rack. It is beautiful.

I feel like I let several days go by without acknowledging them. This is fairly true. Since my LJ is really the only journal that I have ever really kept for a length of time longer than a month or so, it seemed both natural and bizarre to not be writing in here daily. In high school, I would write several times a day about almost nothing.

I sort of cringe when reflecting on some of those previous entries. I know that I come off as whiny and needy a lot of the time in general (and that is because I am both of those things), but as a teenager, I was both of those things in addition to being so Fucking Sure of myself. These days, while I remain opinionated and steadfast (and perhaps meaner than ever), I am significantly Less Sure.

This past weekend was a strange bookending. When I started dating Matt in 2003, he began work on the musical Narnia for ATC. I saw the show, helped them move locations, but wasn't very. very involved. It was, however, the first time I was really involved in non-HOH community theatre since I was an adolescent. On Friday afternoon, the first of three performances for a new cast of Narnia, directed by the same woman at ATC but with high school students, went on. Load-out for the show was on the one-year mark of Matt breaking up with me. Equally, it was the one-year mark of the day before Zombie Night where things spiraled out of control on cast, as well.

I am not nearly where I expected to be, last year and 2 days ago.

I'm not Really happy, you know. I mean, I am trying very hard to "make the best" out of it all with White Elephant projects, being occasionally brilliant at work, or reminding myself that even if Matt and Jamie are having sex by themselves, it's still hot (I just don't get to see it anymore). But I still fear very abandoned by Matt, unappreciated by HOH, and generally complicated. It is not going away, and I have no real expectation for it to. I catch myself thinking of meaningless and important things from years ago that tore me up, and I shake my head, grind my teeth, and press on. I don't really hope for a better day tomorrow, just a different one. I like to think of that as hope.

But, well, I've never been one to "get over it." Pretty much ever. Especially in high school.

As we prepare to go to San Antonio in a packed month of February, Matt and I have two events to observe: our 4th year anniversary on the 7th (holy damn) and Valentine's Day.

V-Day is all but shot to hell because it's only a day before our tradeshow, but he and I will be able to go out for Wednesday and see The Apple Tree on Broadway. I don't know much about it except I have seen other variations on the first act (which is based on Mark Twain's story of Adam and Eve and that I've read the story based on the second act, The Lady or the Tiger), and that Kristin Chenoweth is in this version, but it's one of Matt's favorites, so it was a nice option. Plus it's a strictly limited engagement.

Matt is going out with Jamie on Thursday to celebrate V-Day with him (since Jamie is also screwed out of one with him next week).

Our cast's Lingerie Night extravaganza is also this upcoming Saturday. And then tradeshow madness starting the 16th. That knocks out of the rest of February.

On Friday, I performed at the SalonCon. It was a Victorian-inspired convention that really wasn't much of either. However, I got involved as a favor to Genevieve, who was in charge of two of the events at the convention. I then became very self-centered and became that much more involved.

I have long wanted to be able to be a performer, in a cabaret sort-of way. Going to drag shows, doing live preshows for Rocky Horror, performing at the JeffMach events, and simply playing Riff Raff and Frank at the show, has made me realize this, despite my reservedness and my inability to sing live or take much choreography direction. I finally was able to take my very first step at a legit emcee role.

At the burlesque show that Genevieved directed, I was the master of ceremonies and introduced each of the acts, with a imagined character (I named him Viktor Devonne, although I never actually introduced myself as such for the show.) He was of suspicious ethnicity; I kept switching up my accents. I was able to actually have that seem charming as opposed to annoying, which was relieving. If I had been less nervous, I probably would've just stuck with one, but since I willingly made light of it, it seemed to work out.

I loved my outfit; the hat made it--the top hat that Genevieve lent to me. I want one now. I white-d my face, blacked my eyelashes and lids, lipsticked my lips, wore my Brad black pants, a white dress shirt, and an askew bowtie and added a jaunt in my step.

I had a whole impromptu dance number before the actual acts (it was intended to be a subtle transition between the letting-in music and the actual acts of the night, but since there were no chairs of any type, I cleared the dance floor by grinding (and actually faux-ballroom dancing, something I had definitely not intended to do) with unsuspecting attendees and then making my way to the forefront. It was all a swirl. I didn't get to see the actual performances in whole (much of them, and I saw all the rehearsals), but they were:

- Knockin' by Lumincent Orchestrii, and starring Liz, Randi, and Dani.
I found this song on a messageboard; someone was comparing them to the Dresden Dolls. Figuring Genevieve would like it, I put it on a mix. Some months later and it's the first number of this show. Genevieve and Liz choreographed this, and it was a preshow at our own theatre a few weeks ago. This was the most straight-forward strip tease of the night.

- I Want You by Rachael Yamagata, and starring Genevieve and Danielle.
This was supercute. Genevieve played the seductress and Danielle the unsuspecting ingenue. It came off really well, and I know they worked really hard on it. This was a strip/vaudeville act.

- Wicked Woman, Foolish Man by August Darnell, and starring Sarah and Regina.
Regina was a last-minute addition to the cast, and this song was a very late addition to the set. I suggested it to Genevieve, and I'm pretty sure no one has ever heard of it. It's on the Dick Tracy soundtrack. This was S&M-flavored and was predominately vaudeville, with Regina taking the slapstick role as a Foolish Man and Sarah working the Wicked Woman (with a riding crop no less) persona, and had the most elaborate concept.

- Candyman by Christina Aguilera, and starring Jordana, Lauren, and George.
When rummaging for songs, Genevieve and I found this one (it was actually the second Aguilera song I suggested; the first being "Welcome" for Angie's solo). Hearing this song the first time made me extremely happy, and Genevieve fortunately agreed it could work. I was almost in the duet with Sarah, when it was still in the making (Jill Sobule's "Resistance Song" and Joan Osborne's "If I Was Your Man" were considered), and when Genevieve realized she didn't have anything for Lauren and/or Jordana yet, this seemed the most natural fit. This required me getting a long coat and lining it with wrapped candy like a watch salesman, or a drug pusher. Genevieve and I worked on the choreography, with her taking the lead on the Jordana/Lauren interaction. We did this as a preshow last week. The candy lining kept falling apart, but fortunately only during rehearsals. It's still on the coat, in fact. This was straight-up vaudeville.

- Gravity by the Dresden Dolls, and starring Angie.
The only act that Genevieve wasn't directly involved in, and the most choreography-heavy (which was conceived by Angie herself). A sweeping ballet cum punk act that ended the show perfectly. Considering the fact that Angie didn't even know the song when it was suggested made it that much more impressive.

It was a fabulous time; it actually seemed too short, because no one was ready for it to end. Maybe one more number would've been for the best, but as my father drilled into my head about live performance: "Always leave them wanting more." Indeed we did.

Rocky the next night seemed almost subdued in comparison, although it was a fully realized show; no particular incidents or fallings out.

I spent tonight particularly covered in nostalgia, as I helped Matt and Maria run wires in the basement of the new house. I quipped that should've invited Spark; then it really would've been a full company wiring outing.

Last night's show was good and bad. It was probably a fine show for everyone else, but I had a pretty awful time as Brad. Working with Danielle helped me get through it, but I was not feeling it in the slightest. I felt completely unprepared, and a mess... I hadn't performed it straight in such a long time, I just didn't have everything with me, and while I had my choreography burned into my brain, I just don't feel I was doing very well. I know I did kickline very well and I know I pretty much nailed "Damnit Janet" because I barely even going through the motions for the rest of it. No more Brad for a long while, if I can help it.

The highlight of the night was the preshow, where was just me (and 2 lines from Genevieve). Spoke word preshows can be instant death, but this one went over well. I had a horrible time getting my nerve up (improvisation I can fake, but scripted lines I am convinced that I will fuck up... I did the same thing when it came to MSU-Mike's movie). But! It worked out, and the audience laughed. And apparently it wasn't obvious that I kept staring at my clipboard with the script on it. So it worked! Yay!

Right now, I'm home alone because Matt is in Ohio. He will be back tomorrow. He was in a car accident on Thursday. He is fine, but apparently the front of his car is a total mess. It's being worked on, and he's getting a rental car. We will be using that to go away for my birthday. Matt, Jamie, and I are going to Montreal the day before my birthday and staying the weekend.

Matt and I went to see Andrea in Nunsense last night. I haven't seen Andrea in a show in a long while, and this was I think her largest role yet, as Sister Hubert. She was amazing... I had no idea that she could sing as well as that. She was always talented, but she became a soulful black woman right in front of me. She killed "Holier Than Thou;" it was awesome.

The rest of the show was very good, too. It's an entertaining show.

Michele was also there, so the four of went out to eat afterward, at the Sun Tavern (also in Westfield). We ate and talked for like 2+ hours, about lots of things, like work, and homosexuality, and houses, money, and just stuff in general. It was really nice, since that doesn't happen too often.

Tonight, Michelle and Amy are supposed to come to Rocky Horror. I'm a little bummed that I'm Brad, 'cause I wanted Riff Raff. But I have hopes for next week, and I'm working off of Danielle, who I haven't played with as Brad and Janet in a very long time. There aren't any Transies, though, and that sucks... I'm really hoping the audience has some energy. Small cast nights are always instant death.

I had a very good time last night. After work, Richy and Jordana came over. They were coming with us to New York City to see Hedwig and the Angry Inch, which was also going to be attended by Liz, Sarah, Danielle, Genevieve, Willow, Willow's sister Tori, Erick, and Sandy.

After a lot of difficulty finding a parking place, we finally got together with everyone at the overly expensive, awfully small portioned cafe on Cornella. We then headed to the IFC Center, where a fun time was had by (I think) all. Liz looked at time a little thrown for a loop, but I think she enjoyed herself.

I dolled myself in my Hat Pick Magenta dress and pleather pants. I also painted my face white, red-lipped myself, and put on my bowler hat. I was up on stage for about 30 seconds, with John Cameron Mitchell (who was very humble, sweet, and genuinely funny in his opening statements) and shook his hand. He judged the anemic costume contest. I got second place of three (Richy, in stretchy black pants and a boy scout uniform top) got third. We somehow lost to some boy with one of the magic-scarves on his head. I maintain that if Richy took his pants off and danced like young Hansel, he would've won.

The crowd was small, considering it is Easter weekend (which I keep forgetting about, and probably means our show this week will be very small), but the show was fun. They had a full Angry Inch "band" shadowcast and the role of Hedwig was split into three performers. They only performed the stage stuff, which was for the best, considering the rest doesn't really lend itself to a shadowcast. The third Hedwig, who did "Sugar Daddy," "Angry Inch," "Exquisite Corpse," and "Midnight Radio" was the best, and the Skszp was very cute.

For "Angry Inch," the band attacked the first several rows, which was hysterical. In the scene before "Sugar Daddy," when hansel's running through the candy-covered wreckage, we got pelted with gummibaerchen and handed Sugar Daddy candies during the actual song. When Tommy and Hedwig are going through the laundry, they ran a closeline with underwear and clothes through the center of the audience. It was very creative, and an otherwise very lo-fi, but entertaining show.

Mel Brooks and Susan Stroman (who worked together on The Producers) are working on a musical version of Young Frankenstein. Apparently 10 songs have been written (I'm sure with at least one nod to "Sweet Mystery of Life") and it's already got a tentative release date of a year and half from now (although may come out as late as 2008).

That's ok, and although I found the music of The Producers to be generic and insipid, I still have faith in Mel Brooks and the source material is my favorite of his films. Although, Matthew Broderick is expected to play the Frederick. And that's just... all wrong... Roger Bart is in talks to be Igor, which is less puzzling. But Matthew Broderick??

No word on the other roles.

I could see Idina Menzel as Elizabeth (although definitely a different read than Madeline Kahn's, her Amneris and Maureen make me pretty confident in her abilities in pulling off things like the bedroom talk between Elizabath and Frederick, "Of course I am [right]; I always am").

While I think she's completely wrong for the part, Kristen Chenoweth was the first person to come to my mind for Inga, even though I cringed afterward.

And of course because Matthew Broderick are apparently conjoined twins, Nathan Lane will probably find his way in... maybe as the inspector?

Geez, this may be an incredibly miscast mess.

Or brilliant.

I was sick for most of the latter-half of the week. My yearly throat attack. The kind where everyone says it's strep except the doctor. However, I muddled through pretty well, despite a pretty dismal few days. I am no longer walking around in a dazed fog, or sweating and shivering in-between hours of feverish sleep.

Needless to say, it sucked. But I'm all but fully recovered. I think most of the throat irritation now is simply caused by hacking. Yaay! Super-fun.

I wanted to mostly post so I didn't forget that on Wednesday, I went to Connextions with Jamie and met up with jamie'sKristen there. We saw Visa's show, but she was going under a second alias, Dinah Club. But I mainly know him/her as Visa, and I have no idea what his real name is. He looked like Auntie Mame! Dinah Club (or Klub, or Klubb, or Clubb, or whatever) is a much older Jewish woman, and started the show with a geriatric "Hung Up" (for about a minute of it). After a stunned and somewhat uncertain response from the crowd, she cut the music and went into a better fitting "When You're Good to Mama." I knew as much as she did that as a drag queen, she had a duty to do the latest Madonna song in her monthly set. They did end up doing the full version (or close to it) as an encore, with the entire crew.

The best performances of the night were that by Anastasia (who was Poison Ivy and the shiny Freddy Krueger at the last show) who did "Mein Herr" and another song that slips my mind but I remember as wonderful. Sharon Needles did Garbage's "As Heaven is Wide" and another song I didn't actually know but had a geisha theme. Sharon seems a little intense for the otherwise lite-as-air show, but she's awesome. There was another who did "Erotica," (I think the Jeep mix), which was amusing 'cause it's all dominant and kneel-to-me-bitch and yet she had a leash on. The Samarha from last time did "Shy" from Once Upon a Mattress, which was adorable! Nobody else was really bad, either. It was very entertaining. Don't know if the guy who did "Erotica" was the same person as Elphaba... if he wasn't, then Elphaba wasn't there.

Ok--gotta get off to the show now.

Tonight, Matt and I went to Connextions (I think I'm spelling that correctly; it's a nightmare of a word) to support Jamie in a costume contest. He went as a dark angel with some pretty awesome facepaint. Initially, Matt and I were going to dress as Rocky and Frank, but considering that the venue seemed to be a close-knit group of regulars, we would've seemed out of place and if we had won (and considering the competition we either would've and seemed like intruders, or lost because the regulars had fans/friends), it would've been weird, and I'm glad we didn't, in the end despite my disappointment at first.

The performers were all quite great. The combination of popular songs and inventive costumes/theme was exactly what I adore and try to incorporate in Rocky Horror preshows. One of them was clearly Samara from The Ring and she began with a dirge-like lullaby I think is from Corpse Bride (gotta get that soundtrack now) and went into "Dive Into the Pool" by Pepper Mashay. Considering Samara died from drowning, I found that very clever.

Another was a sexed-up Freddy Kreuger-type with rhinestone claws and red-and-green striped mini shirt and skirt. Her song was appropriately "Sweet Dreams Are Made of These." She came back for a Poison Ivy medley of Madonna's "Bad Girl" and Britney Spears' "Boys."

Visa D'Kline was the hostess, and she was great. She did a Quasimodo "My Humps" (the Black Eyed Peas) and a babydoll "Hanky Panky" (Madonna).

There was also an Elphaba who did "No Good Deed" and later did "Defying Gravity" with Visa and Glinda. Considering they had no props or effects or anything except costumes, they did an excellent job at being entertaining. This may've been due to the intimacy of the place; I always thought lip-synced preshows went over best at the Screening Zone. The Elphaba was named Cherry Bomb, and I thought she was great and made a point to tell her; she was very gracious.

There was an Elvira who then went goth-trash for Rob Zombie's "Living Dead Girl" (a song that I really hate to admit that I completely adore and have since around last Halloween when I got to play before the show based on Jamie's suggestion). She was great, too.

There was a "classic," as well, which is probably the nicest way to describe her. She was the oldest of the group, and Matt said he met her like 10 years ago. She didn't play with the theme much; her two selections (the club version of "I Am Woman" from Trick and "Simply the Best") seemed like such standards, it was almost nostalgia that I don't even have.

They all ended (with the exception with the last one I mentioned) with a spirited finale "Spice Up Your Life."

I adored it so much; it made me incredibly jealous and inspired. It enforced my wish that we really did have a bit more "live" with Rocky Horror. And made me once again say, "Yeah. I'd be a drag queen if I could." Could being the word especially 'cause I am simply not tough enough, nor do I have the energy to do it on a regular basis. But I've got my set-list and ready for bar mitzvahs if anyone's hiring.

The Journey is over. A really great final show happened yesterday afternoon, which was fortunately taped. Matt and I are getting the DVD, which from the look on the monitors is going to be very impressive.

Afterwards, the "load-out" project began. What was expected to take us from 6.30 to midnight took us actually from 6.30 to 9 PM. It was a wonderful stroke of luck, because some castmembers stayed behind and helped clear away the rubble.

Eventually we made our way to Jose Teja's (where the cast party was) and while we were the last to arrive, we hung out with Amanda, Tara, Maren, and Jeannie from ATC. It was a wonderful dish session, where we all compared notes. You see, Tara and Amanda are two of the cattiest bitches this side of the HOH-Australia table, you could ever hope to meet. Wonderful people-- salt, earth, all of that. Incredible senses of timing, with a dry-as-sandpaper wit. Everyone was pretty much on their beginnings out or to the bar, so it was a great seclusion because we were literally the last people to leave. At 12.50.

Today's adventure, after hours of not sleeping very well (on both Matt's and my part), we are waiting for carpets. They will be arriving between 8 and 10. Matt anticipated them lying and showing up at 7.30. It hasn't happened yet, and if I could see more clearly through this exhausted haze, I'd probably be bitter. Nope, just tired. In that dopey kinda way.

I am also completely out of money which is a thrilling notion. Actually, my PNC account has money in (for however long I let it), but after the bed that we got that cost me $665 for myself alone, it came to the realization... I don't have $665 in my Bank of America account. Golly!

Paycheck needed now, please. All will be settled by the end of the week, though. Should have at least $200 coming to me. So I can $175 to Matt...

Non sequitur: I really like the (roughly) six-minute point of "Truce" by the Dolls.

Good show, actually. Everyone's voice was dead-on, and while the first act seemed a little long, it actually really wasn't.

HUGE colossal fuck-up on my part.

Series of events:
- Spotlight.
- Song begins.
- Song ends.
- Spotlight off.
- Spotlight on as actors are exiting.

Uh, duh! What I was intending to do was turn the spot off to the usual quick-fade that I do for that scene (mid-act two) but then I have a scene immediately after, so I usually push the brightness slider to "off" and turn the light back on. Didn't push the slider. Fuck, fuck, fuck. In a split moment, I wanted to die.

But, whatever, came and went, and still a great show. Third best. And with this many performances, that's not bad.

Ok. Off to eat my 3 points now. I mean, chicken.

(I was right; this makes food a lot less appealing. Good job.)

I was convinced I completely fucked up the act 2 first scene, but I got rave reviews from Matt and the director, so I'm guessing it was ok. I don't like the spotlight. I didn't much like the other one either, but it was so much easier to use. This one is heavier, slower, and now I have to worry about color changes.

Now, the color changes are admittedly pretty cool, especially for the act 2 opener. But still, it's so beautiful a scene I could very easily ruin it with this shaky, unsteady spot.

Another show tonight, and then to Rocky... An audition, too. Looking forward to that; always did love auditions. And then a matinee on Sunday... Blah...

Today/tonight is dress rehearsal.

I do not want to go. That is all, really.

I have to use a real spotlight for this show. And my first attempt will be (hopefully) tonight. The actual first Montclair show is tomorrow. Not a lot of time really.

Plus, all that whole fuse-blowing of the dimmer packs, etc. Sucks. Want this to be over, now.

I have determined that I'm a performer.
1. Tech annoys me.
2. I miss being on the stage when I'm watching it.
3. I feel like an outsider when I'm around the actors because there's that tech/actor courteous indifference.
4. I bitch a lot when things don't go my way.

Additionally, this week's paycheck is going to suffer greatly because I haven't been in the office.

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Bright light: the Dresden tickets came yesterday.

Last night was the final rehearsal for Journey. I'm on spotlight for the show. I've never done spotlight before, so it's been an interesting experience. It's not that I completely suck at it; it's more that I am inexperienced with the object and need more time to adapt to it and the people/staging I am supposed to be highlighting. In reality, I only have maybe 20 cues to worry about (maybe less), but they're specific and important.

It's not exactly something I can practice at home.

Working on this show, doing community theatre inside a church reminded me of doing the shows with my Dad in the Plainfield church. Those were some simple times. I was never older than 13, so my roles were small (both for the shows, and my responsibilities). Every once in a while, I miss performing in shows like that. Going to the Journey rehearsals only lately has me feeling like I'm intruding on a close-knit group of performers so I don't really integrate in with the actors, except for one of them who I actually know from a previous show and have spoken to. I'm kinda tech, and there's always been that gap between those two forces.

..Yep, that's all I got.

Firstly - Curious. I come home, aware that I was out a lot later than I expected, but according to Jake's LJ, he thought I was going to be home Sunday night, so no message on my machine. This leads to be believe he once again did not attempt to call. Curious.

However - This was a good weekend. I got a red puffy hat. And I like it.

On Friday, the Kids picked Danielle and then me up and we went to see Jeckyll and Hyde at Plays in the Park... The music's largely derivitive of Les Miserables, but the ones that came out of the best were the female lead ballads. "Someone Like You" is gorgeous. "Bring on the Men" is just fun. And they're both sung by Lucy, the best character, so huzzah.

Speaking of huzzah, on Saturday was Renn Faire, which was lots and lots of fun. I got a gay pride chain necklace and a deep red poofy hat (squire-esque) and got to see lots of cool things. The Forest walk was kinda lame, but the final battle was really cool (they actually had a Morgan La Fey, I was so happy!) and the Tragedy of Errors (Hamlet, Macbeth, and Romeo and Juliet at the same time) was really very well done. The chess game was also really cool. It was lots of fun, but I was concerned that I'd get eaten alive or burned into coal by the mosquitos and the sun, respectively. Neither occured.

Saturday's Rocky went over well. I was Trixie and Transie and gods-damn, my Transie sucks. However, my Trixie went over well (Liz says I have a nice ass.) and I got $6 in tips. I went simple; all black... fishnet shirt, pleather pants, black eyeliner, black lips, black nails, "fishnet" knee-highs, pleather jacket. I didn't trip and I didn't forget the words... I was oddly comfortable, really. But, yeah, t'was fun and if I come up with a different outfit, I'd love to do it again.

However, the only downside to Trixie is that means I'm Transie or Tech. I don't get Tech, um, ever and Transie I'm learning that I've just outgrown. "Outgrown" meaning I've learned to love my other roles far better. I used to love being Transie. I have intermediate fun when it comes to Transie these days. I sort of not know exactly what to do once I'm off stage. I know a lot of AP, but I've spent so much time blocking it as Frank and Brad (to hear my cues and be in sync with the lines) I sort of forget it. I know it offhand, but give me the chance to do it on time and I'll remember only the stuff that the Transies say on stage. Once I'm the audience, I'm rather useless.

I haven't posted the cast list on LJ for weeks, so here was this past Saturdays: Liz as Frank, Danielle as Janet, Sean as Brad, Marc as Riff Raff, Teresa as Magenta, Carrie as Columbia, Genevieve as Eddie and Dr. Scott, Jason as Rocky, Gamsby as Criminologist; Transies: Genevieve, Nate, George, Larry; Tech: Erin, Michael, Angelo, Gary.

It was a pretty good show, though. Even if I almost killed Teresa (who fell right over me on the steps). She was okay, so all was okay.

CFR ensued.

There was no cast meeting on Sunday, although there was supposed to be one. Danielle and I, at the Kids', spent the day mostly sleeping and then we got up and actually did stuff, like go over Larry and Chad's for Adult Swim. Amusing, but highly overrated. Like the Robin Williams comedy special before it. Ack.

So then Danielle was returned home and the Kids and I went dinering yet again (Jeepers, the dinering this weekend!).

Fun!

So, yeah, all in all, a damn good weekend, dammit.