Chin Up, Boobs out, It's SHOWTIME!!

Hey all! I haven't written in a bit, because I've been so wrapped up with showcase rehearsals. Not that you care about my sorry excuses, but there it is anyways. All I've done these past two weeks is eat, sleep, and breathe the showcase. (Not as nutritious as you'd think.) As a result, I'm a nervous wreck.

My dad is in town for the showcase and is staying at my apartment with me. It's crowded, but it gives me the opportunity for hilarity to ensue. Best story segway ever, huh? Being the sweet and wonderful daughter that I am, I let my dad have my bed and I took the sleeping bag. He refused at first, but I insisted til he gave in. When I woke up this morning, I saw him lying on the floor on the wadded up, deflated bed. I felt terrible, assuming that it had popped sometime during the night. When I asked him what happened, this is the story he told me. First, remember that my bed is messed up and misshapen from use. Well, at some point in the night, he woke up to the bed moving and making some weird noise. He said he could feel it start to change shape, and when he tried to get off, without warning, the bed's core popped turning it into a giant excercise ball. When this happened, it shot him headfirst between the wall and radiator, his legs flailing helplessly in the air as he balanced on his head and hands. Thank God the radiator was not hot at the time. As he tells it, he was screaming for my help, but all I did was sit up, say ok, and go back to sleep. I have no recollection of this. When he was finally able to roll himself out, he went to the kitchen, retrieved the butcher knife and sliced it open. He then held it open, so it could release it's last pocket of air and then went back to sleep on the floor. When he told me this story, I laughed so hard, I really thought I was going to hurt myself. I am laughing as I am typing this, and he is glaring at me for laughing at his pain. We went to Jewel and bought water floaties to sleep on for the next few days. Good times.

I know I shouldn't be worried about the show. We have great sketches and songs, and we all know our stuff very well. Even the first tech went fabulously yesterday, except for one small glitch. During one of our songs, we sing through the chorus twice and then run out into the audience to get them to sing along. Well, I got excited, sang through the chorus and ran out into the audience. When I turned around I saw the cast all onstage doing the choreography together and looking at me strangely. I had jumped offstage a chorus early. I looked pretty awesome, and by "awesome" I mean "a moron." That will not happen tonight. Dear God, I hope not.

I have to leave for the showcase in an hour now. I'm surprised I can type this well, seeing as I am shaking almost convulsively out of a mixture of nerves, energy, excitement, and the Athenian salad I had for lunch. I can't believe that it has all come down to this. This is the culmination of all I have learned and worked for. Well, I guess it's like Debbie Reynolds says, "Chin up, boobs out, it's SHOWTIME!"

So Close, I Can Taste It...Mmmm...Showcase Tastes Like Soup

Hey all! I'm updating, partially because it's been awhile and partially because there's important work to be done. I've been spoiled in this program, so now having to write a 2-4 page paper seems like having to participate in an athletic event. That metaphor may not sound brilliant, but trust me, it works. They're both something that I'm perfectly capable of doing, but if given the choice would rather watch reruns of "The Office."

Performing the Neil Simon scenes went well. There are even a couple of pictures online, but I look a little bit ridiculous. I wanted to dress up, so I wore a red dress with black tights and my heeled black boots. It was a pretty cute little ensemble. The problem was that Gellman said that moving across the stage in my heels made me too high status, so he requested that for the next run, I remove the boots. The problem was that, to keep myself cozy and warm, under my boots, I wore pink, fluffy slipper socks, thinking that no one would ever see them. Gellman made a good point that the character was little off and was getting ready for bed anyway, but my fashion conscious facebook friends did not see his reasoning. I received a good ridicule for that one.

The main focus now is working on our final showcase. At the beginning of the year, if you'd have walked into our improv class, you might have thought you'd wandered into a party with a group of great friends. This week, you might think you're walking into a funeral where everyone in the room was the child, best friend, or widow of the deceased. Kinda morbid, but I'm kind of on a roll with the super awesome metaphors tonight. I'm not going to go into detail here. All I will say is that I trust Norm and I trust...I am trying to trust...I will forceably beat my ensemble into focusing on the work. When all is said and done, we will have an amazing show and I will have a dvd of it to subject you all to. Speaking of, tickets for my showcase are now available if you call the training center. The shows are May 12th and 13th at 7 o'clock. Come enjoy myself and my super sexy friends being really, really hilarious.

Alright, I have a movie treatment to write, sketches to look over, and a sink full of dishes, all of which are vying for my attention, so here is where I will bid you adieu for the evening. Have a lovely day!

Post Script. If anyone knows of any jobs available in Warsaw this summer, please let me know. I need rent money, and it's hard out here for a pimp.

Keep on truckin'!