jerri told me about that, gwyneth paltrow’s child, a girl, not a boy. she didn’t actually TELL me that, she e-mailed me. not much better that she’s a girl named apple than a boy. don’t name your children fruit, that’s all i’m saying.
how’s that minneapolis weather, jerri? i’m hating this springfield winter a WHOLE LOT thus far, and it’s only just begun.
i titled this lingerie instead of underwear because it just sounds better, doesn’t it?
plus of course it’s so damn provocative.
ok, i’ve had a sort of odd weekend.
not so great, this underlying…feeling of…not greatness…overall with life as a concept.
but aside from that, some interesting things.
i ran outside today, thank you very much. for 43 whole minutes. it really wasn’t so bad, except a little sunshine would have been nice, but i realize that would have been asking for too much. but it wasn’t bitterly cold, and there was no ice to slip and fall on, and it was pretty good, really. better than being inside at the gym.
so there’s that.
yesterday i auditioned for “noises off,” the play they’re going to do in february at the theatre centre. the auditions were at NINE A.M., which seemed slightly ludicrous to me. why so early? WHY SO EARLY?
but i went, but i was a little late, and i heard that they did some improv kind of little exercises that i totally missed out on. i just had to read a monologue (not from the play), and then i had to read it a different way. the director randomly picked different ways to read the monologues. i had to read mine like i was on a chain gang and i’d been on the chain gang for 10 hours and was very tired.
i think i did ok.
but the thing is, the THING is that we got a sheet at the beginning of the audition that said the women auditioning for the part i was interested in, if we were called back, we were going to have to wear some clothes, but then we were going to have to TAKE OFF THE CLOTHES. in the audition. so, just in bra and panties.
and hose. or not hose, depending on who you talked to about hose vs. hose.
when i got to the audition and read that, my first reaction was just to flee. i was NOT going to be in bra-n-panties for an AUDITION. for a play, that’s fine, i’ll have had time to get in PERFECT PHYSICAL SHAPE.
but as i sat there, i decided to audition anyway, and then i auditioned, and i then read the part like i was very tired on a chain gang. and then yesterday afternoon i got CALLED BACK.
which was pretty exciting but also QUITE BAD – WHAT WAS I GOING TO WEAR? HOW WAS I GOING TO LOSE 10 POUNDS IN ONE DAY???
i talked to randy about what i should wear. he suggested that i wear hose. i thought this was a great idea. i went home and tried on some things, and it all looked MUCH MUCH BETTER with hose. because it packed everything in.
but as i was trying stuff on, i got a call from a friend of mine, a guy, and he said i SHOULD NOT WEAR HOSE! i can’t recall if he actually said why i should not wear hose, but this seemed like a very very poor idea, in my opinion. but he was pretty convincing, but i was still very uncertain.
so i tried on my “outfit” for randy, with hose, and he said, wear the hose. he said he couldn’t hardly tell i was wearing hose, but i tried the stuff on in his dining room, and there’s no brightly lit place in his entire house.
but i felt relieved. hose, whew.
and so, this evening, i went to the callback. there were five other women vying for the role, and at least four of them looked like they could have been models. long legs and all. actually, last night i was at a party, and one of the women from the audition was there, and we chatted, and she was very nice, and she said she USED TO BE A LINGERIE MODEL.
let me just say that nobody would EVER ask me to be a lingerie model.
so i felt slightly intimidated by these women and their fabulous legs and tiny waists.
but we did our revealing of undergarments one at a time, and it wasn’t really bad at all. no big deal.
and then we each read for the part, and i went home and decided that the director would be crazy not to cast me because i’m funny, but i could understand if he didn’t cast me, because these other women looked FABULOUS.
i got the part.
and i can think of no better impetus to get in fabulous shape. i mean, i’ve been in plays where i’ve had to dance and we all had to wear leotards and stuff (but this was a WHILE ago), but then there were a LOT of us doing this.
this time, it’s just me.
grace’s lingerie show.
oh boy.
i was trying to read the play “the mad woman of chaillot” when i got the call from the director saying i got the part. i was having a lot of trouble trying to focus on the play, and i’m supposed to read it by tomorrow night, the LAST night of class. so maybe i’ll do that now. focusing in. last night of class!
i got the part. yes i did.
ok then,
december grace, soon to look like a playboy bunny.
ok, not really like a bunny.
but pretty darn good.
pretty good.
yep, good.
ok ok ok.