this is the kind of thing that floats through my head all day, random snatches of dialogue from the play. that particular line is said with a british accent, and those are the lines that are really fun.
but the other lines are fun too, actually. the british lines are my character in the play within the play, Vikki, but then the lines when i’m just a dumb blonde are Brooke. Brooke doesn’t say much because she’s mostly having deep inner discussions with herself about her hair/nails/general sexy appearance. but near the beginning i just say “Yes?” and “In?” and “what?” and i know they don’t sound like anything at all but they’re really fun to do and get a laugh.
here is the info. in case you didn’t know:
ONE WEEKEND MORE ONLY. This weekend, February 17, 18,19, friday and saturday nights at 8:00 p.m. Sunday afternoon at two o’clock. At the Hoogland Center for the Arts.
You can call them and get tickets at 523-2787. CALL NOW! OPERATORS ARE STANDING BY!
and if the person answering the phone tries to tell you that it’s best to sit at the front of the loge, DON’T LISTEN! sit down in the orchestra section somewhere, because it’s better to see everything up close. the fourth or fifth rows would be ideal.
DON’T DELAY!
it has been relaxing to have a little time off, except that i’ve been pretty busy in spite of no play. and next week is just going to be WEIRD, with no show to go to. hmm, probably good, though. but also a little sad, because this is the most fun i’ve had in a show.
also, a deep worry now is that since i won’t have the motivation of appearing in my bustier onstage, what’s to keep me from immediately eating EVERYTHING IN THE WORLD and gaining SIX HUNDRED POUNDS?
i did work out this morning, and felt very virtuous doing so. it was also a good way to catch up on important news in the world, like why didn’t dick cheney come right out and say he shot his hunting partner? i mean, WHY NOT?
it seems slightly ridiculous to me. it seems like the news people don’t have enough to occupy their time. maybe they should try something novel, like going out and interviewing people about how their valentine’s day went, or if they’re doing something interesting in their lives, like this guy i know who plays the bagpipes in the st. andrew’s…band. i’ve written about it before and i know there’s more to the name than that, but that’s all i can remember at this time.
my friend linda is having the cast party on friday night, and she’s already been cleaning. even though when i go to parties and peoples’ houses are immaculately clean and they TELL me they’ve been doing a lot of cleaning, i always figure that they’re lying and their houses are really that clean all the time.
COME SEE MY SHOW! FRIDAY, SATURDAY, SUNDAY!
ok then,
february grace.