opening night, that is. i’m at amy’s salon waiting for her to put temporary hair extensions in my hair. she had me go get the glue for them on my way over here, but she couldn’t exactly remember the name of the place; maybe it’s called mr. j’s? and she thought it was at 11th and cook.
no beauty supply store there at all. i called her, i drove around a little bit, and ended up at a place on 9th and cook called “clare’s,” i think. the asian guy who was the owner was very nice, but he got frustrated with me because i kept pestering him with questions and then he showed me photos on his phone of women with hair extensions and then i had to go get my phone out of my car and call amy and then she talked to him and now i’ve got this glue he recommended even though it’s not the stuff we used before and THAT stuff stayed in a good long time.
so i guess we’ll just see.
i was supposed to get here AT NOON, but she’s working on somebody right now so i have this little opportunity to write.
this morning i did many busy thing mostly involving cleaning bathrooms. GOD, what a glamorous life i lead! i have to make some hummus this afternoon for the party, and i have to paint my nails.
i’d like to nap, but theoretically when i leave here my hair will be really big and so the only napping i could do would be standing up.
maybe i’ll just have lots and lots of caffeine at lunch, instead.
rehearsal last night was easy, thank god, because i was tired and sore after the afternoon massages. we sat around doing our lines for the first and third acts, and walked through the second act but it wasn’t a big deal and i didn’t have to wear my high heels and i didn’t have to run up and down the stairs.
we got done pretty early and i was going to go home, i mean, i got in my car and headed down the street, and then i thought, maybe i should just go have one drink with people from the play. because i was just going to go home and have a drink by myself before going to bed EARLY, but then i decided if there was a parking place right in front of the bar, i’d go in.
so i did. and i stayed. and stayed. and didn’t end up going to bed early at all.
but it’s all good. OPENING NIGHT! it’s going to be good. i hope some people show up.
please tell everybody you know.
the story in the paper yesterday was pretty brief and they didn’t mention my name at all. i wasn’t in either of the photos, either. and instead of being on the cover, there was instead a photo of this band of hooligans with lots of tattos looking all bad-ass and rings through their noses and WHO CARES ABOUT THESE DUMB GUYS???
oh well. it’s going to be fun to do the show in front of an audience, no matter how big (or small) it will be. it’s going to be great to hear some laughter (hopefully) because i’m so used to the lines and the action that nothing seems so funny anymore.
the thing is, though, some things still are funny to me. this is a sign of a good comedy. anything jim hepworth does makes me laugh. when linda says in the second (or is it the third?) act, “you don’t know NOTHIN!” when she’s supposed to say “you don’t know anything,” that always makes me smile.
when troy came out the other night with his shiek robes on and his big sunglasses, i had to laugh.
and of course it’s always funny when patrick is lying on the ground and we all think he’s dead but he manages to croak out some lines.
and then there’s pam looking like a loony nutcase after she’s tied patrick’s shoelaces together, and she’s running around the stage chortling and pantomiming what she’s done.
it’s gonna be fun.
if only i could nap.
carry on, then.
friday grace.