It's been a weekend.
Auditions went well, and we've put together a really talented cast of kids. I'm really looking forward to starting to work on the show. However, the weekend has been DRAINING. I spent most of my time Friday, Saturday, and today trying to get as many people as possible to audition for the show (with little success, though Chip finally did stop by,) and dissapointment after dissapointment from each person you ask t audition after getting your hopes up can be really hard. It's also just REALLY hard to listen to people singing at you and have to be constantly thinking about roles and people and stuff for 3-4 hours straight, so by the end of callbacks today Brigid and I were drained, and we both just had to take a 5 or so hour break just to NOT think about the show anymore.
Chris, Brigid and I went driving to-night. We drove down to my favorite coffee shop down in Menlo Park, where I got my favorite double vanilla caf espresso, and GOOD LORD was it good. I had forgotten what a good cup of espresso tastes like. Although the espresso was water. Brigid had also gotten an italian soda, except she wasn't telling us that she had had soy milk put into it, so Chris and I were very confused and were not believeing her when she said it wasn't half and half, so in order to prove us wrong she went and bought another one, which she refused to let me drink. She DID, however, take a strawfull of the soda in her mouth, put her mouth over my face, and OPEN her mouth, letting the contents of her mouth spill onto my face and hair, much to the amusement of her and Chris and myself and I'm sure a fair amount of the other people drinking and eating around us. Brigid marks that as one of the high achievements of her life, and...yeah. I guess I agree. It was pretty damned funny.
We then drove down to SF where we stopped at the Crispy Cream there, only to decide that it wasn't vegan for Brigid and to be honest it was too expensive to shop there for donuts we didn't want. So, we drove back down to the Sunnyvale area where we went to the Donut Wheel and got ourselves some snackies. Then we came back, and Brigid and I were in good enough spirits to cast the show.
Brigid and I then sat and talked about stuff. It was really nice; she's a really fun lady, and it's nice to have someone to talk about the whole Theatre/Music at Reed thing with. I'm...still not 100% sure I want to go back to Reed next semester. I need to see how this summer goes; we'll see how I feel at the end. Part of me wants to stick with it another year; part of me wants to stay down here and try my hand at acting and growing up. I don't know yet which one of those choices is the right one...we'll see.
Yeah. It's been a weekend, and a night. I...feel...odd. I don't think I'm happy. I have a lot to think about.
Well, I am happy that the show is cast. But I...just...yeah. I can't explain my mood.
Yeah.
Driving lesson tomorrow. Isn't that scary?
But now, to sleep...
Auditions went well, and we've put together a really talented cast of kids. I'm really looking forward to starting to work on the show. However, the weekend has been DRAINING. I spent most of my time Friday, Saturday, and today trying to get as many people as possible to audition for the show (with little success, though Chip finally did stop by,) and dissapointment after dissapointment from each person you ask t audition after getting your hopes up can be really hard. It's also just REALLY hard to listen to people singing at you and have to be constantly thinking about roles and people and stuff for 3-4 hours straight, so by the end of callbacks today Brigid and I were drained, and we both just had to take a 5 or so hour break just to NOT think about the show anymore.
Chris, Brigid and I went driving to-night. We drove down to my favorite coffee shop down in Menlo Park, where I got my favorite double vanilla caf espresso, and GOOD LORD was it good. I had forgotten what a good cup of espresso tastes like. Although the espresso was water. Brigid had also gotten an italian soda, except she wasn't telling us that she had had soy milk put into it, so Chris and I were very confused and were not believeing her when she said it wasn't half and half, so in order to prove us wrong she went and bought another one, which she refused to let me drink. She DID, however, take a strawfull of the soda in her mouth, put her mouth over my face, and OPEN her mouth, letting the contents of her mouth spill onto my face and hair, much to the amusement of her and Chris and myself and I'm sure a fair amount of the other people drinking and eating around us. Brigid marks that as one of the high achievements of her life, and...yeah. I guess I agree. It was pretty damned funny.
We then drove down to SF where we stopped at the Crispy Cream there, only to decide that it wasn't vegan for Brigid and to be honest it was too expensive to shop there for donuts we didn't want. So, we drove back down to the Sunnyvale area where we went to the Donut Wheel and got ourselves some snackies. Then we came back, and Brigid and I were in good enough spirits to cast the show.
Brigid and I then sat and talked about stuff. It was really nice; she's a really fun lady, and it's nice to have someone to talk about the whole Theatre/Music at Reed thing with. I'm...still not 100% sure I want to go back to Reed next semester. I need to see how this summer goes; we'll see how I feel at the end. Part of me wants to stick with it another year; part of me wants to stay down here and try my hand at acting and growing up. I don't know yet which one of those choices is the right one...we'll see.
Yeah. It's been a weekend, and a night. I...feel...odd. I don't think I'm happy. I have a lot to think about.
Well, I am happy that the show is cast. But I...just...yeah. I can't explain my mood.
Yeah.
Driving lesson tomorrow. Isn't that scary?
But now, to sleep...
yes soda in the face is quite the treat, not that I know from experience but I can imagine.
good luck on your driving lesson, I remember my first time. I was just passing 60 mph in a school zone when my instructor told me to look at the speed limit sign. 35 always seems too slow.