The shows Friday and Saturday weren't great, mostly because we had such small audiences. We did have a lot of fun, though-- especially Saturday.
Preshow Saturday, nobody was around to let us in, so five of us sat in E's little Escort for about twenty minutes, drank Mike's Hard Lemonades, and laughed our arses off. Very immature, goofy grammar-schoolish humour. I swear we laughed for ten minutes straight about the fact that Janet's license plate began with "AEE" ("AIEEEEEEE!"). I won't even get into the conversation we had about marketing "Ass-smackers!"
Goofy-fun "laugh for the sake of laughing and for being in good company" times like those are too few and too far between.
Did a lot of physical comedy over the weekend1, so I'm achy and bruised all over. Comedy is so much fun that it's worth it, though.
The one-act went well, and I definitely preferred being the motherly butcher-rabbi to the sexotic pope. There was one philosphy major in the audience Saturday that actually got the jokes. The many philosophy references are somewhat arcane2; heck, half the cast doesn't seem to get half the jokes.3 I was SO glad she came!
Saturday evening, E and I filled up on sushi.4
After sushi, we went to Bob's Stores5. It was my first experience there-- E had a 30% off coupon. I went in looking for respectable outfits for work, and went out with clothes more suitable for someone half my age, like:
- Skin-tight stretchy flared jeans with stars on them
- Skin-tight stretchy black flared jeans with sparklies on them
- A stretchy blue shirt with fuzzy blue stars on it
- Sketcher's white chunky sneakers with rhinestones on them
- Socks with a variety of silly images on them (my favourites are the hot pink socks with the words "FAT CAT" and a fatty mcfatfat vonfatterson orange cat6 on them)
Other stuff, too. Remind me not to shop when I'm feeling youthful and spring is in the air!
Between Bob's and the show, we stopped off at Ben & Jerry's for some Coffee-Coffee-Buzz-Buzz-Buzz4 (my first experience with that, as well).
Didn't do anything special for St. Patty's Day... a whole bunch of us went out to a non-Irish bar Saturday night after the show... by the time we got to the Irish bar, the waistaff was tipsy and the bar, empty.7 We eventually made our way to the Lionheart and played pool. One of my favourite parts of the night was when some guy wandered by the pool table...
him: "You're going to shoot that ball, there?!"
him: "There's no way you can shoot that ball into that pocket."
me: "Oh, it's possible... just not probable."
him: "You'll never do it. I'd like to see you do it. That's impossible."
me: "Whatever you say. Nice shirt, by the way."
*thunk* cue hits ball
*click* ball hits other ball
*shwump* ball goes in pocket
him: "HOLY SH-T-- I can't believe you did that!!"
me: "I'm sorry... are you playing?"
I didn't see him again for the rest of the night ;)
I look a lot like my five icon today... A LOT like my five icon. My hair is super messy, I've got no makeup on and a silly little grin on my lips. Not so long ago, I'd have been embarassed to go outside in this state.
Somehow, it's a lot easier with rhinestone sneakers, fatty mcfatfat vonfatterson socks, and a six-year-old's disregard for the laws of physics.
Before I go tuck myself in, welcome, miss devevre! Your poetry is truly moving, and I very much look forward to reading more :)
1 Including an interpretive dance to "When I'm 64" on Friday night, and a LOT of pratfalls Saturday.
2 A myriad of references to Kant, Socrates, Descartes, Spinoza, Leibnitz, etc.
3 I'm not sure the writer even realizes some of the gems he's got in there-- like, after a love scene: "Nobody's being rational. Just don't get ontological. Not here, not now, not like this..." "Here's looking at you, kid!"
4 Oh, joy, oh, rapture, oh, bliss!
5 It's just one store, really.
6 Speaking of fatfat... Mousie sent me the funniest, sweetest vonfatterson card... Perhaps I'll get to share it another time (my scanner appears to have bitten the dust). It totally cracked me up, and words don't do it justice.
7 Probably a good thing, considering the facts that I have red hair and fair skin, can intentionally (or unintentionally) slip into a brogue at a moment's notice, have a certain fondness for snakes, and was in a rare smartass mood.
8 I do seem to be acting my imagined age, as well.
10 I am so sorry, Nick, so very sorry... ;)