...but it happened too fast.
Yesterday was our big rehearsal for Arcadia, the first time (!) we've run through the whole play, and less than a week before opening, and I get there a little early, in time to chat with leading man Paul S (he's brilliant as Septimus Hodge btw). "So what did they ask you to bring?" he asks. "You know, in the email?" I haven't looked at my email since Friday. All Praise to Apple, I can pull up my email right there. "Noakes (that's me) - please shave off mustache," says the email, which arrived at 1:00AM. Great. They're doing publicity photos.
You see, what I'd planned was, I'd videotape the shaving of the mustache and post it to YouTube. It'd go viral, I just know it would. No time for that, I take the few minutes before we began the run to walk down to the CVS and get shaving supplies (this would have taken less time if the strange woman I assumed was homeless and was actually an employee hadn't been noisily restocking the section while mumbling to herself about political conspiracies). Back to the theater, and in the dressing room there is much bloodletting and pain. Also, Magnificent Costume Lady gives me a pair of boots I can actually fit into (I learn later in the evening that I cannot take them off). Fully in costume and appropriately shorn, I find myself greeted with delight by cast and crew. "You can do Ben Franklin for your next play!" they cheer. Oh Holy Effing Satan how I hate being clean-shaven. Esp. with long hair. It's so Effing wrong.
In Media news, had lunch with
bestbear_icanbe and was treated to Legally Blonde 2: Red, White and Blonde, a recommended lightweight delight, little knowledge of the orginal film/book required (a little would help). Premise: Perky Blonde Lawyer goes to DC to fight against animal testing. Not real DC, of course, but an alternate reality where every good deed is rewarded, no adversary cannot be won over, and no good person ever has a goal unmet. A fairy tale, and a very funny one indeed. Beautifully cast from tiny bits for Octavia Spencer and Jackie Hoffman up to star Reese Witherspoon, who in the Golden Age would have had a special unit at Paramount just to make vehicles for her. Scott thinks it didn't do well financially because it's just too gay, but that didn't stop Rambo: First Blood Part 2 from raking in the bucks, so who knows.
Yesterday was our big rehearsal for Arcadia, the first time (!) we've run through the whole play, and less than a week before opening, and I get there a little early, in time to chat with leading man Paul S (he's brilliant as Septimus Hodge btw). "So what did they ask you to bring?" he asks. "You know, in the email?" I haven't looked at my email since Friday. All Praise to Apple, I can pull up my email right there. "Noakes (that's me) - please shave off mustache," says the email, which arrived at 1:00AM. Great. They're doing publicity photos.
You see, what I'd planned was, I'd videotape the shaving of the mustache and post it to YouTube. It'd go viral, I just know it would. No time for that, I take the few minutes before we began the run to walk down to the CVS and get shaving supplies (this would have taken less time if the strange woman I assumed was homeless and was actually an employee hadn't been noisily restocking the section while mumbling to herself about political conspiracies). Back to the theater, and in the dressing room there is much bloodletting and pain. Also, Magnificent Costume Lady gives me a pair of boots I can actually fit into (I learn later in the evening that I cannot take them off). Fully in costume and appropriately shorn, I find myself greeted with delight by cast and crew. "You can do Ben Franklin for your next play!" they cheer. Oh Holy Effing Satan how I hate being clean-shaven. Esp. with long hair. It's so Effing wrong.
In Media news, had lunch with
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