So yesterday I went in to work with Philip on his accent again. Funny how we actually haven't had the first read-through yet of the show and yet I have had two rehearsals! Everything is ass-backwards with this show, I guess this is the way it will be.

I was half an hour late because of the traffic at the Tunnel. I thought it was due to the Orange Alert (beware of pumpkins! Also mangos!), that they were stopping trucks again, but it wasn't that, it was because it was raining and nobody in New York or New Jersey knows how to goddamn drive in the rain.

Once I finally got there, we read over the show for a couple of hours, me looking at the cuts for the first time. They are mostly quite good, getting rid of the unnecessary repetition and what Cynthia calls the bits where we are narrating what we are feeling, "Hopefully, you'll be doing it with your acting!"

Philip has the first act completely memorized, the show-off. Of course it's because he has been working so hard on the accent (which is coming along quite nicely) but since I never leave the stage, as I might have mentioned, it makes me realize that I really need to start digging in myself.

After Philip, I had time to kill before yoga, so I went up to that neighbourhood and wandered around shopping.

I went to this gourmet shop and got some British chocolate and some shmancy pancake mix, which reminded me that I wanted to go to Zabar's. Zabar's is probably the most famous grocery store in New York, un Upper West Side institution, celebrated in song (see "West End Avenue" from The Magic Show) and it's one of only places in NY to get Jones Soda, and since I am obsessed with my label, (voted yet? Well, vote again!), I thought I should taste the stuff.

It's kind of a long walk, but it wasn't a bad day (still a pretty disappointing spring round our way, though), and there was all this time to kill, so it wasn't a bad way to spend a hour or so. It's a very cool place, Zabar's, and I ended up getting some chicken-apple sausages and chopped chicken livers and decent crackers and ginger lemon biscuits and even some Jones soda! They only had two bottles of the same flavour, not that impressive for being practically the only place in NY to get the stuff, but I bought a bottle of orange cream and didn't complain too much.

On the way back to yoga I stopped at H&H Bagels, and therefor the entire Upper West Side Was taken care of.

Then was yoga! Yes, yoga! That I have skipped for the past several weeks and said that I would go to on Wednesday instead, there I was, going on Wednesday instead!

A raw food woman chatted me up in the locker room, trying to talk me into taking her seminar. Considering the bag full of chopped chicken liver in my hand, she could have chosen a better mark, but you've got to give her points for trying.

It was so great, I'm glad that lethargy didn't stop me from ever going back again, especially since Donna is only teaching for two more weeks before she goes to Maine for the summer and I'll have to get used to another teacher (all change is bad, remember!).

And I'm particularly glad that I went, since Donna had been given two passes to give out in case we had anyone that we wanted to bring to class, so I snagged one for Omar. I know he has taken yoga in the past, since I've seen him stretch himself and do various yoga poses, but he doesn't now, and every time I take a class I think about how the meditation and the centering would be really good for him.

And now he'll be able to do it and save $15, hopefully before Donna splits for the summer.

So I gave up on Sam to play my brother and called Matt, who did not call me back, so I called him again and called him a mother-fucker, and he called filled with apologies. But he can't do the role, he is on hold for something else.

Then, last night, Sam called! To say that he couldn't do it, that he's in a show that overlaps our dates. Dammit. Le suggested a guy who was quite good in the Wilder that he did and brought out a huge audience (remember, we need to make money with this show!), so hopefully he'll be able to do it.

Honestly, casting the brother was the least of my problems, which is why I left it for so long, but suddenly it's turning into a big pain!

Lenten entries missed:

Jessamyn remembered that life is a disaster, told a sad story about a Boy and a Girl, remembered to say " I don't want to lose you", and discovered that she has a private dick.

Today's horoscope:
By now you understand that the world is an imperfect place. You're working with models that you might not be able to duplicate in real life. Theories are more useful when they have practical applications.

One year ago today:
Bruce and Sam seem to be under the impression that people don't like that ending because it is a downer, but I don't think it's so much a downer as it is a gigantic bore!

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