So, yesterday I finally remembered that I am directing a show and had a rehearsal!

Actually, it wasn't that I had forgotten, it's just that I wasn't thinking about it, and I hate rehearsing, and we really aren't starting until Greta gets back from Italy, anyway, but I needed to have a second first read-through with Anita, who is playing my waitress, so that if I had to re-cast, I would know about it.

I was supposed to do it last week, but what with Fran's mom dying and the wake and the funeral (Fran described the entire process, which was very long and very Catholic, as being hit repeatedly with a big stick), it was all just distracting enough to keep me from doing something that I wasn't wild to do anyhow.

But anyway, we all got together at the house, and David and I rode out together, him telling me at length about his sex life in a get-to-know-you kind of way, and I got to know that he's the biggest dawg I have met since Frank Franconeri (and if you ever read this, Frank, I miss you alot!), then we got there and I realized that I knew Anita! I turned to Cynthia and said, "She was in that show that you missed, the one where the girl in a slip had Omar tied to a chair!"

That was really a fine fine show. Not because of the script, which kind of stank, but because of the whole girl in a slip tying Omar to a chair kind of thing, which was just swell, and which Fran and Cynthia always regretted not seeing.

So we read it, this show that I didn't think of for one second while we weren't rehearsing, and then they went home and I watched some TiVo and went to bed, and when I woke up this morning, all of these ideas were swirling around my head. Like the fact that both Anita and Greta have accents, as does Cynthia, when you come right down to it, and they are all different, Greta being Italian, and Anita German or Swiss, I think, and maybe we can use that to set the unreality of place that this show needs, and also it occurred to me that everyone in the show speaks the bald truth at all times--nobody has a hidden agenda.

The show is starting to take form in my head whether I want it to or not. Thank goodness, too, because if we waited for me to be proactive, we'd wait a long time.

TiVo update, The Chris Isaak Show:

So, didja hear it?"
"Yes, Will just played it for me, it's, it's incredible, I mean, it's, it's precise and it's, it's detailed, it's, it's like, like fine crystal!"
"Like fine crystal, huh? Is it as good as Donovan? Couldya pony to it?"
"It's, it's art, Chris, you have created art."
"Talk slow when you talk pretty, baby."
"I mean, where does a, where does a song like that come from?"
"My vivid imaginary sex life and some ripped-off Poco riffs."
"Chris, you should, you should feel really good about this one."
"I do feel good, it's a beautiful sunny day, I got Neapolitan ice cream, it's a wonderful world, I'm about to go surfin'!"

The two funniest entries that I have read recently have both been by pregnant women. Maybe it's something in the hormones?

Anyway, the first is this one by Helene, which just killed me, because that's exactly what I would be like were I anywhere near anything called a "friendship circle", and the second is this one by Amy, which I was most pleased that I read after everyone had gone from the office, because it would have been tricky actually pretending I was working what with all of the strangled howls and dabbing of the eyes with Kleenex and everything.

Today's horoscope:
Relationship and achievement needs seem at odds today. Keep a balance between love and work and remember you're not superhuman.

One year ago today:
"Hey, the Hideous Audience of No Laughs from opening night has returned and brought all of their friends! How very sweet."

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