Never a Moment for Anything
On the one hand, I am glad that my life is so busy that I hardly have time to do little things like update my blog. On the other hand, I am not glad that my life is so busy that I have hardly have time to do the little things like update my blog.
I am exhausted. Plain and simple. My life has become a connected series of daily routines where I do, say and eat the same thing over and over and over again. I am Groundhog Day.
Teaching is going well and I am surprised I have not commited a serious FUBAR in my planning considering I have 11 classes to teach. I do get my days confused sometimes, but that is no biggie. I love how varied my students are in personality and ability. It ranges from the juvenile to the what-are-you-doing-in-college. I won't go into further details about all the little things but will do so in the teaching blog. Again, the password is the name of my theatre idol (no spaces).
I am beginning to make amends with my past. Doing this show is bringing up repressed moments and memories that I prefer remain buried. Unfortunately, my monologue requires that I dredge all that up otherwise I will never give an honest performance. I have to cry everynight which is pretty damn hard, so I gotta dig deep. Doing that has made me realize some mistakes I made with people as a young adult and what I need to do to try and fill those gaps. Granted, the actions or feelings may not be reciprocated, but I need to know that I did what was possible within me. The past, after all, is the past. This of course still leads me to continually cut the deadwood from my life.
Dames auditions are this weekend. I am nervous, but very confident. I have oodles of ideas and just hope I get the right people showing up to audition. Thankfully, I am starting out with a small show to get my feet wet. If I like it, I'll keep doing it. If not, then nothing is lost and I can say I tried it.
The Lary's were this weekend and I spent the evening getting in and out of drag and dance clothing. I started the evening in my formal attire, changed to my 70s dance attire, started the transformation into ZaZa (with Rocco's help), won an award I did not know was so early in the evening and proceeded to give my thank you speech from behind the wings because I was half-naked, went back to continue the transform, won again, this time I went out onstage in my wig cap, bandana, and a jacket...I looked like Judy Garland on one of her drug binges....and I am not exaggerrating, went back, and finished the transform and looked AMAZING, performed my song, felt great about it, back to the dressing room to remove the make up and become a man again to finish out the evening with Seasons of Love where Chrissy sang like a drunk Judy Garland.
A fine night indeed. While I would much rather eschew these awards, I am proud of the work I did and proud of the show I was in. To not show up would have been a slap in the face to all the hard work and hours, and despite my feelings about the award shows and what they are, my pride and ego can take a backseat to what is really important - the work. At the end of the day, I had fun and that is what matters.
Although I still think George Hearn would laugh at ZaZa being considered a Supporting Actor role...I still don't get it despite the rationale behind it, but it is what it is as Jason F. would say.
Speaking of which. Are you out there? Are you dead? I go from seeing you all the time to never at all. Not that I need to try and shove anything else into my life, but I actually did enjoy doing the club med work (it was the crap AROUND the work that I just wanted to ignore).
Who knows what is in store for the spring. I am trying to get classes lined up. Want to do more choreography work. Hoping to do Lion in Winter and Beauty and the Beast, although right now I honestly have no idea WHAT I would play in either. And no, I am not fishing. Needless to say, casting for both should prove to be very interesting indeed.
I have 10 minutes until my class begins and I need to go memorize my long ass monologue. At least all the rest of my lines are done.
On the one hand, I am glad that my life is so busy that I hardly have time to do little things like update my blog. On the other hand, I am not glad that my life is so busy that I have hardly have time to do the little things like update my blog.
I am exhausted. Plain and simple. My life has become a connected series of daily routines where I do, say and eat the same thing over and over and over again. I am Groundhog Day.
Teaching is going well and I am surprised I have not commited a serious FUBAR in my planning considering I have 11 classes to teach. I do get my days confused sometimes, but that is no biggie. I love how varied my students are in personality and ability. It ranges from the juvenile to the what-are-you-doing-in-college. I won't go into further details about all the little things but will do so in the teaching blog. Again, the password is the name of my theatre idol (no spaces).
I am beginning to make amends with my past. Doing this show is bringing up repressed moments and memories that I prefer remain buried. Unfortunately, my monologue requires that I dredge all that up otherwise I will never give an honest performance. I have to cry everynight which is pretty damn hard, so I gotta dig deep. Doing that has made me realize some mistakes I made with people as a young adult and what I need to do to try and fill those gaps. Granted, the actions or feelings may not be reciprocated, but I need to know that I did what was possible within me. The past, after all, is the past. This of course still leads me to continually cut the deadwood from my life.
Dames auditions are this weekend. I am nervous, but very confident. I have oodles of ideas and just hope I get the right people showing up to audition. Thankfully, I am starting out with a small show to get my feet wet. If I like it, I'll keep doing it. If not, then nothing is lost and I can say I tried it.
The Lary's were this weekend and I spent the evening getting in and out of drag and dance clothing. I started the evening in my formal attire, changed to my 70s dance attire, started the transformation into ZaZa (with Rocco's help), won an award I did not know was so early in the evening and proceeded to give my thank you speech from behind the wings because I was half-naked, went back to continue the transform, won again, this time I went out onstage in my wig cap, bandana, and a jacket...I looked like Judy Garland on one of her drug binges....and I am not exaggerrating, went back, and finished the transform and looked AMAZING, performed my song, felt great about it, back to the dressing room to remove the make up and become a man again to finish out the evening with Seasons of Love where Chrissy sang like a drunk Judy Garland.
A fine night indeed. While I would much rather eschew these awards, I am proud of the work I did and proud of the show I was in. To not show up would have been a slap in the face to all the hard work and hours, and despite my feelings about the award shows and what they are, my pride and ego can take a backseat to what is really important - the work. At the end of the day, I had fun and that is what matters.
Although I still think George Hearn would laugh at ZaZa being considered a Supporting Actor role...I still don't get it despite the rationale behind it, but it is what it is as Jason F. would say.
Speaking of which. Are you out there? Are you dead? I go from seeing you all the time to never at all. Not that I need to try and shove anything else into my life, but I actually did enjoy doing the club med work (it was the crap AROUND the work that I just wanted to ignore).
Who knows what is in store for the spring. I am trying to get classes lined up. Want to do more choreography work. Hoping to do Lion in Winter and Beauty and the Beast, although right now I honestly have no idea WHAT I would play in either. And no, I am not fishing. Needless to say, casting for both should prove to be very interesting indeed.
I have 10 minutes until my class begins and I need to go memorize my long ass monologue. At least all the rest of my lines are done.
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