So, yeah. I'm dashing off a quick entry as I'm recouping between our last two shows for The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales. Kudos to my amazing castmates, by the way. They've done seventy performances of this sucker, an it's hard.
I was never one to believe that doing children's theater was easy. It's how I got my start, 'lo those many years ago (thanks, by the way, to my cousin Lynne Franks -- not to be confused with Lynne Franks, whoever she is -- and Sunny Disney Fitchett for getting me into it... I'll have my revenge someday!).
Jeebus... that was, like, 1982, or 1983.
Anyway, so it's not that I think children's theater is supposed to be easy, or anything, but this thing kicked my ass. I'm not quite so young as I used to be, you know.
Truth be told, though, I think I've slimmed down, and been forced to take better care of myself, so consequently look better and more rested than I have in a while. I'm feeling pretty well.
Go figure.
I'm sure Fozzie will be happy to benefit from the fruits of that labor once I return.
Speaking of, his show is going to be opening Monday night, and I'm a little bummed that I won't be able to be there for him. Alas, I promised, literally, months ago to do a reading of Amy's play The Chicken Snake, which is going to be at Manhattan Theatre Club on the same night.
So we're making plans to get together Tuesday, and I'm hoping I can lure him out on Friday to see Spring Awakening with Kenny & me, but that's looking iffy, since he might have to attend his own show and schmooze the press that might be coming. Ah, the life of a high-falutin' producer.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I'm sleeping with a producer. It hasn't launched my career yet, and, frankly, his couch isn't that comfy for making out on. I'm just sayin'.
The whole sleeping your way to the top thing isn't as sure-fire as you'd like to think.
Of course, he's an off- off-Broadway producer, so I may have miscalculated a bit. And I fell for his charms before I found out he was going to try his hand at producing, so all in all, it was a bit of a clusterfuck as far as Deceptive Master Plans go. Again, just sayin'.
I need to be better about being a devious, maniuplative, gold-digger.
I was never one to believe that doing children's theater was easy. It's how I got my start, 'lo those many years ago (thanks, by the way, to my cousin Lynne Franks -- not to be confused with Lynne Franks, whoever she is -- and Sunny Disney Fitchett for getting me into it... I'll have my revenge someday!).
Jeebus... that was, like, 1982, or 1983.
Anyway, so it's not that I think children's theater is supposed to be easy, or anything, but this thing kicked my ass. I'm not quite so young as I used to be, you know.Truth be told, though, I think I've slimmed down, and been forced to take better care of myself, so consequently look better and more rested than I have in a while. I'm feeling pretty well.
Go figure.
I'm sure Fozzie will be happy to benefit from the fruits of that labor once I return.
Speaking of, his show is going to be opening Monday night, and I'm a little bummed that I won't be able to be there for him. Alas, I promised, literally, months ago to do a reading of Amy's play The Chicken Snake, which is going to be at Manhattan Theatre Club on the same night.
So we're making plans to get together Tuesday, and I'm hoping I can lure him out on Friday to see Spring Awakening with Kenny & me, but that's looking iffy, since he might have to attend his own show and schmooze the press that might be coming. Ah, the life of a high-falutin' producer.
Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I'm sleeping with a producer. It hasn't launched my career yet, and, frankly, his couch isn't that comfy for making out on. I'm just sayin'.
The whole sleeping your way to the top thing isn't as sure-fire as you'd like to think.
Of course, he's an off- off-Broadway producer, so I may have miscalculated a bit. And I fell for his charms before I found out he was going to try his hand at producing, so all in all, it was a bit of a clusterfuck as far as Deceptive Master Plans go. Again, just sayin'.
I need to be better about being a devious, maniuplative, gold-digger.
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