9 May
So of course I didn't get to rehearsal on time. Did you really think that I would?
I ended up leaving the house at 1.45p for a 2p rehearsal, which would have been fine if the rehearsal were at the theatre, but instead it was at her house which is way downtown and on the east side to boot.
Of course, the van took twenty minutes to arrive, so I was late before I even got on it, and when I got into the city it occurred to me that I only have eighty bucks to cover me till next payday, and I really couldn't afford to take a taxi, so I took the bus. Two busses. Lousy cross-town traffic. Street fair on University.
I got to my 2p rehearsal at a quarter to three. I said that there had been an accident in the tunnel and that I had left the director's phone number at home, which I had actually done.
Alright, I've used up that lie, can't do that one again.
The rehearsal itself was fine, though I had wondered how on earth we could fill a two hour rehearsal when it was only our second one, but me arriving almost an hour late solved that problem.
Gregg, the other character role, is doing a Russian accent too, and it is, of course, horrible. Gregg doesn't have the greatest ear for accents on earth, and I know, 'cause I've taught him several times, but I know if I work with him he'll improve.
After we read it, I said to him, "So I suppose that I'll be working with you on that accent?" and he looked a little embarrassed, then go me back by saying "I suppose that's why you got your role!"
I also took the opportunity to ask the director if I could tell people how to pronounced the Russian names that they were mangling, and, given permission, proceeded to dictate to the room.
Fortunately, no-one was hard-headed enough to argue with me. Particularly what with my being right and all. "Beh-rizh-NIT-skee, not Beh-RIZH-nu-skee. And, by the way, the world is sol-LEM-nit-tee, not sol-lem-NIN-ni-tee."
Afterwards I went to the street fair for a couple of minutes before heading up to work and got some zeppoles.
Zeppoles are fried dough sprinkled with powdered sugar--clearly a health food--and they are completely delicious, but about once a year is all I can handle them. Usually that once a year is the Ninth Ave. Food Fair, which is usually my first street fair of the season, but this fair blindsided me.
Big lumps of hot fried dough, almost too hot to put in your mouth, and powdered sugar all over your shirt. And throwing away half of them because you have to buy six and no-one could possibly eat six. Heaven. Summer.
Then I went to work and blasted through some shit I had to do for a few hours before Nik and I went to the movies.
He really didn't want to see The Mummy, though I was vaguely interested to (but now that I've read a few more reviews, I'd rather not), and he wasn't that wild to see Election, though I've been warming to it over time.
So we went to see Cookie's Fortune, which we flat out loved.
How did we miss it so far? Well, I'm glad we did, 'cause I was able to use my "Only after the first ten days" passes, and I am, as I said, broke broker brokest.
Anyway, it's a really marvelous movie. I know it's a comedy and stuff and the audience was laughing, but for me it was like The Truman Show in that I found it sadder than funny.
Great perfs all around, especially Charles S. Dutton, Ned Beatty, and Liv Tyler, surprisingly enough, who's terrific. And not just terrific for a kid and a model, but really terrific.
And the story is so well-made and everything means something and there is so much atmosphere. Particularly Lyle Lovett, cast (believe it or not!) as a creepy guy.
Recommended.
Today's horoscope:
Don't demand consistency today. One minute you'll want to be really close and involved; the next minute you'll want space. It's OK.
One year ago today:
"How come you're not them?"
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