1 July
So, yesterday was my big audition to find a boy.
How many children showed up at my big blowout? Zippety-doo-dah, baby. Not a motherfucking one. Moira and Ann and I sat around telling each other our life stories, looking hopefully at the door, to absolutely not the slightest bit of avail.
Turns out that the woman that was supposed to help Moira with finding me a boy was offended by the script and didn't want to send it out to any of her acting students, which is not, I think, a judgement that she should make, but there you have it. Moira put up notices all over, including online, and I did get one email asking me what state the theatre is in and including a Los Angeles phone number, so no joy there.
I had pretty much decided that I would speak to Le and tell him that we're going to need to go with a grownup, and could he give me a short, young looking woman, but Moira mentioned that she knows one boy, the son of an actor friend, and maybe she could talk him into letting his boy do it. "Tell him that he is cast if he wants it! Promise him anything, anything I say!" so all is not lost as of yet.
Man, I had this same problem when I was making the movie. What is it with me and projects where I need small boys that don't appear? I know that small boys exist, I see them on the street, why do none of them want to act in my projects?
After the audition that wasn't, I decided to stop at Vynl to console myself with a slice of the best lemon cake in the world.
"I'll have some lemon cake, please!"
"I'm sorry, we just changed the menu."
"WHAT???!!!"
Dear God, wasn't it bad enough when they took the creme brulee off the menu? Another waiter came up and said, "As soon as the new menus came out, I thought of you and hoped I'd be here when you found out!" Meaning, I imagine, that he thought I'd pitch an entertaining fit. The waitress said, encouragingly, that it would come back in the fall, but they said that about the creme brulee as well, so holding my breath I am not.
"Would you like to write a note? We've been collecting the complains for him (the owner) in a suggestion box."
"Yes, I would, and I suggest that he drops dead and gives me back my lemon cake."
I wrote an extremely eloquent, strongly worded letter where I both threatened suicide, and flung the whole creme brulee debacle in his face. It's like he takes things off the menu not because people don't love them, but just to make a change for changes sake, which is a moronic way to run a business.
I got a piece of coconut cake instead, and was not impressed. And I love coconut cake, too! Not a good substitute, a sub-par version of my favourite cake in place of the Platonic version of another.
It was not a good day.
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