So yes, yesterday I dragged my sorry ass out of bed at 8a in order to be at fight rehearsal at 9a. On a Sunday. The morning after a party. Ugh.

Matt, the fight choreographer (he of the looking fabulous in the white tights in Comedy of Errors story) was even more rocky than I was, having left the party at 3a, driven people home, then parked and slept in his car for a few hours.

He is very young (when did mid-twenties become very young to me? Argh!!) and thought that it was very thrilling and devil-may-care.

Anyway, he did his choreography and I was all helpful and so on and he told me how great it was to have my eyes catching things that he didn't, and I told him how dead sexy he was when he is doing a fight, and he was very pleased.

We talked for a long time, because I could not stand to listen to those actors go up on their lines and That Man stop them all the time and adjust things rather than let them run and give notes afterwards, so we sat in the hallway together for a couple of hours after my scene was over and just had a swell time.

He is the cutest thing, he really is. My favourite moment was when Omar came up saying that they wouldn't let him buy a beer at the store and I said that it was because they thought that he was underage, and he snorted and walked away. Matt muttered under his breath at me "How old is Omar?" "Thirty-nine." "Get out!" "Seriously, he has an eighteen-year-old daughter." "Get out! Omar is so cool." "Yeah, he is, isn't he." "You're so cool, too."

Isn't that the sweetest little thing you ever did hear?

After the rehearsal was John's reading at last.

Have I ever explained this properly? I don't think that I have, it's this screenplay written by this producer woman that John is directing as a staged reading in order to have money people see it and throw money at her so that it can be made.

It's this really elaborate thing, this extravaganza with twenty-one actors and video clips and staging and all kinds of things. The script itself is one of those things with several intertwining stories, only in this case they don't intertwine that much and one of the stories is so much more interesting than all of the others that several of us agreed afterwards that if the script just focussed on that story, it might go somewhere.

Anyway, we did it, nobody died, I got to sing the Rocky theme.

After the reading, Moira and Wende and I went out to get some dinner, and when Omar was done at the gym he joined us and we ate before he and I went to the play at Love Creek.

It was Bubbling, a play of Le's that I have seen 100 times with 100 different casts that I have always wanted to do. There's this role, Big Shirley, which is just such a stunning part and that I have seen utterly ruined twice and that Moira was doing this time.

I was hoping against hope that she had overcome her appalling director and wouldn't mess up that beautiful monologue about being gang raped (this seems to be a theme for me at this time, doesn't it?), and she did not, she was lovely. Everyone was, especially all of my friends, Kelly, Gabrielle and Moira, which is always nice when you don't have to lie to them afterwards.

Today's horoscope:
You're ready for all the wrong things. Virgo has an uneasy relationship with the unexpected. Make sure that the answer matches the question, or people will be less eager to consult with you.

One year ago today:
Who knew that Utah was the centre of performance art in the United States? Those Mormans are deep.

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