I scoped it out Friday.
The email didn't give me an address. But even if it had, I wanted to be there before I had to be there at 9 am.
Today, I was running early, since I decided not to go to McDonald's, and I went around the block near Lynn and that took a long time. Over the river, through the woods, over 95, along the Airport and back to where I started. But I was like 10 minutes early anyway.
I didn't know where the salon was, but luckily it was right next to the stage. We got some time on the stage. And I met a lot of people. One person I knew, from Bye Bye Birdie, and I was kind of glad. But kind of surprised and kind of sad, that nobody from Paint Your Wagon at Lake Worth Playhouse was there.
It's great to do a work again, and even better as a different character.
I was Salem.
Now I'm Sandy.
The choir sounded good immediately. And they seemed a lot like other theater people I've met.
Some are real singers, and some are real actors, and I suppose, but some of the girls are real dancers. One of them walks like an a dancer.
The lunch setup is amazing, if somebody wants a lot of food. But, if you just want a snack, I think it's eight bucks. And, eight bucks for all the food you'd ever want. I had the best salad, and homemade potato chips, and a couple desserts, including some to go.
But, with my new eating habits, which are eating less amount and eating less often, I really shouldn't eat that much at one time.
But it sure was a pretty salad and it will be hard not to do that every day. But at the same time, it feels good to know what's good for me.
I think most of my issues come down to stress reduction.
For some reason, I hadn't noticed all my lines in my script like I thought I had. So, I was one of the weak links. But, they didn't bother me at all, because I know the show, and I don't have that many lines, and I'm glad I have a little line to sing by myself, about double the size f a little line I seen by myself in Evita.
It was nice to meet Elizabeth Taylor look alike.
And, the differences between professionals and amateurs, and skill levels, and what actually comes out through a performance it's just amazing to me.
Study is great. Experience is great. Passion is great. Preparation is great. But it's something more than that. Some people just shine in certain situations. And truth be told, professionals are just unprofessional in different ways, Ben amateurs are.
Attitude is everything. No, attitude is 80%. But you know, 80% is a b. And I've seen lots of performances that were lower than that and lots that were higher than that.
Monday, March 11, 2019
Saturday, March 9, 2019
Back to Writing
Here at the lieberry- where everybody likes to tell the person who calls them, "I'm at the lieberry," I am typing on blogger instead of speaking text-to-speech.
That means I'm correcting capitalization and using punctuation other than commas and periods... although I noticed yesterday that when I said "dot dot dot," text-to-speech knew what I meant.
The lady next to me on a computer told her caller, after she told them, "I'm at the lieberry," that she was looking at books. I think she thought that sounded better than "I am using the computer." She also told the guy, or person calling, that she was at the lieberry; "a place I know you don't know much about." That was particularly awesome.
Today I went into Rainbow Food Store and it was like a store in a foreign country; say Egypt or Greece or Hungary, that was trying to look American, or else like a Dollar store here (not Dollar Tree) owned by a non-native.
The products were American but the display and the close aisles and the food freshly cooked and the clientele just aren't within my cultural milieu at all. They kind of look like people I know, and they speak English, and dress like people I know, but the "other side of the tracks" was apparent. I can see how a few decades ago "those" people and "our" people despised one another. There's no need for that, but since so many Americans dislike foreigners, and that's how they seemed to me, kinda.... well, there you go.
Assimilation is something some people try really hard to do. And some people don't. But, interestingly enough, if someone stays on one side of the tracks their whole life, they can certainly feel assimilated with the community they know so well; so I guess it's a really good idea that busing happened.
That means I'm correcting capitalization and using punctuation other than commas and periods... although I noticed yesterday that when I said "dot dot dot," text-to-speech knew what I meant.
The lady next to me on a computer told her caller, after she told them, "I'm at the lieberry," that she was looking at books. I think she thought that sounded better than "I am using the computer." She also told the guy, or person calling, that she was at the lieberry; "a place I know you don't know much about." That was particularly awesome.
Today I went into Rainbow Food Store and it was like a store in a foreign country; say Egypt or Greece or Hungary, that was trying to look American, or else like a Dollar store here (not Dollar Tree) owned by a non-native.
The products were American but the display and the close aisles and the food freshly cooked and the clientele just aren't within my cultural milieu at all. They kind of look like people I know, and they speak English, and dress like people I know, but the "other side of the tracks" was apparent. I can see how a few decades ago "those" people and "our" people despised one another. There's no need for that, but since so many Americans dislike foreigners, and that's how they seemed to me, kinda.... well, there you go.
Assimilation is something some people try really hard to do. And some people don't. But, interestingly enough, if someone stays on one side of the tracks their whole life, they can certainly feel assimilated with the community they know so well; so I guess it's a really good idea that busing happened.
Friday, March 8, 2019
Trivia
Third-place Tuesday, second place Wednesday, first place Friday.
Johnny Q's
Johnny Q's
Dixie Grill & Bar
Johnny Q's
Johnny Q's
Dixie Grill & Bar
Remembering today
As we are near Saint Patrick's Day,
The day I brought some Shamrock Shakes to work and didn't share any with a certain person.
I brought three of them, for two people and myself, and I guess I was evil, because I didn't give any to certain person.
It would have been so easy to get an extra spoon or an extra bowl or cup and share a little. And, they taste like chalk anyway. But that's not the point, the point is I was so miserable, that I couldn't understand how to give somebody something.
Now, the other two people who has Shamrock Shakes, just don't seem evil to me. Well, one of them maybe dot-dot-dot
The day I brought some Shamrock Shakes to work and didn't share any with a certain person.
I brought three of them, for two people and myself, and I guess I was evil, because I didn't give any to certain person.
It would have been so easy to get an extra spoon or an extra bowl or cup and share a little. And, they taste like chalk anyway. But that's not the point, the point is I was so miserable, that I couldn't understand how to give somebody something.
Now, the other two people who has Shamrock Shakes, just don't seem evil to me. Well, one of them maybe dot-dot-dot
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