At the theater! Last time I’ll see Assassins. Aw. I will miss this show. When will I ever get another chance to see my favorite show every night? Probably never, let’s be honest. BYE ASSASSINS! It will still be running for two more nights, but I will not be here. I will be ELSEWHERE. Because I AM VERY BON VIVANTY. (I don’t think it counts as bon vivanty if you’re so tired you can’t enjoy yourself, does it? Ken would probably know. I don’t know the rules of bon vivantery. He has far more experience with it than I.)
So here’s my next…let’s see. Four days. Which is a whole different timeline for you because I think this posts on Monday or something. I’m a little muddle-headed. I’m not sleeping much. Have lots in my head-area.
Today: work then Assassins. Tomorrow: work early early EARLY then Hello, Dolly (I was supposed to see it Thursday, but it got cancelled – some of the actors live in New York City, and there wasn’t any transportation out of the city. Oh, my favorite city. I’m so heartbroken about stupid Hurricane Sandy.) Then I run home and write the review and send it on over to the paper so they can get it published as soon as possible because we already had to put it off a couple of days (and THANK YOU, paper, for letting me see it a couple days later! I was so worried because I couldn’t see it Friday night someone else was going to get the review and I can’t even tell you how much I love reviewing things. Can’t even. Also the extra money is ultra-appreciated, I can’t lie about that.) Oh, yeah, I was supposed to be ushering at my theater Saturday night but they didn’t need me after all, which was nice, because otherwise I couldn’t have seen the show and then you KNOW they would have assigned it to someone else and I would have been the most sad. Then, Sunday, my only day off for the next week or so, and I have that panel. Where I am illustrious. Which I am already stressing about. And it’s two days away. So THAT’S been fun and explains why I’m not sleeping, I guess.
Here, I made you a video pre-going-to-the-illustrious-panel. And a little about the play I reviewed last night. As you can see, I was manic. AND PETRIFIED.
Whoo, moving on. Then Monday through Thursday next week, I have regular hours during the DAY at work, which is a change for me. Monday night and Tuesday night we have Laramie Project auditions. I’m very excited about them. I get to hang out with some of my favorite people and I get to watch auditions for one of my favorite shows. And I think I have something else to do Tuesday. Hmm. What could it be. Think, Amy. THINK. WHAT COUL D IT BE?!?!?! Something…patriotic. Something…balloty. Something…OH SHIT I GOTTA MAKE SURE I BALANCE OUT DAD’S VOTE!!! Heh. Then Wednesday night I get to come HOME, won’t that be nice? Sure it will. And then THURSDAY night, I see Wicked! With friend R.! And then run home and write THAT review. And then I work late-ish on Friday, and then all day Saturday, and possibly all day Sunday, and I think one of those nights I see The Shape of Things at MY theater with friend K. and friend A. And on top of that, I’m waiting for some chickens to hatch. Maybe this week. Hopefully this week. I mean, these chickens, they might not hatch? They might not ever allow themselves to be counted. But I’m so hoping on these chickens. They are my most-hoped-for chickens. COME ON CHICKENS.
Am I the most bon vivanty or the most busy or BOTH? Or maybe a little insane? I’m not quite sure. It’s tough to go from having NO things to having ALL the things. I miss my Dumbcat. And my couch. But am I also happy, inbetween all the sleepy? Well, sure I am. Because these are all wonderful things, and they are all things I love to be doing. So it’s a tradeoff, really. Now. Find me a way to do all these things and be getting PAID for them, so I didn’t have to go to WORK all day, and could just be doing THESE things, and I’m all OVER that.
OK, well, that was a billion words about what I have coming up soon. I have Dad-news, but I will save it for when I’ve actually talked to him. It’s second-hand Dad news. I think Dad deserves better than second-hand Dad news. He’s on his way home, though. He should be home late Monday night. So, in your world, tonight. He will be home tonight. In my world, that’s 3 days away, and I miss him like crazy. I cannot WAIT to hear all about the hunting camp shenanigans. Just cannot wait.
Oh, in news of insanity: the other day here in the old land of blog, we passed 10,000 comments. TEN THOUSAND COMMENTS. Is that not insane? That makes me happy. Thank you for commenting. I love that we have the best conversations after I finish rambling. You make me happy. Well, NO, not YOU, Ding Dong Joe. (Well, ok, even you, a little bit.)
Oh, it’s almost Thanksgiving, yeah? Huh. I don’t do that. The holiday, I mean. I’m very THANKFUL, don’t get me WRONG. I just don’t turkey it up. I think I’m working this year. We get time and a half for the holiday so I told ‘em I’d work. Why the hell not capitalize on the money if they’re offering it? I’m not going home, anyway. I don’t do Thanksgiving. (And, shh, I don’t think I’m doing Christmas this year, either. Long story, I don’t want to go into that at this particular time. But don’t tell Dad, he’s going to be FURIOUS.)
And, in FURTHER Christmas news, Christmas at my grandmother’s house, which has been tradition since I was a baby Amy, has been officially cancelled due to lack of interest. I would love to go into further detail, but it’s probably not PRUDENT at this JUNCTURE what with people having EYES and being NOSY and being able to READ THE INTERNET. Ahem. Cough, cough. POLITE LITTLE COUGHS MOVING ON. I guess I will send my grandmother a polite CARD and that will be THAT. MERRY CHRISTMAS GRANDMA I HOPE YOU LIKE LONELINESS AND FEELING LIKE YOU’VE BEEN FORGOTTEN LIKE AN ORNAMENT KICKED UNDER THE COUCH.
My mom was all, “I don’t even know if I want to tell you this YOU’RE GOING TO BE SO MAD” (but secretly she took glee in telling me because I think my mom might enjoy me getting ranty because she is VERY well behaved and VERY ladylike and NEVER ranty, except when it’s about morality or whores or religion or nudity or cursing – obviously she’s anti-all-of-these-things, because of THE LORD – so I think when I get all ranty she PRETENDS to be aghast but really she enjoys it and wishes she was more earthy like me because it seems I have more fun than she does. I don’t know that I DO, but I know it’s a lot freer-feeling to not feel like “I can’t say that because PEOPLE WILL LOOK AT ME WEIRD.” I don’t give even the slightest of shits how people look at me. Not even the slightest. They ALREADY look at me weird, me ranting’s not going to make it any worse.)
Oh, listen, before I walk out of this theater for the last time, want to see my favorite line in the show? I laugh at this EVERY NIGHT.
“I am MORE than all right. I am EXTRAORDINARY. I am to be reckoned with!”
I think I need this on a t-shirt.
(I love a LOT of lines. Such as the title, and the Booth/Oswald interaction, “I didn’t come here to shoot the president.” “He didn’t come here to get shot.” Hell, almost every single thing in Scene 16 is utterly inspired. Imagine if you will: Lee Harvey Oswald shows up to the Texas School Book Depository to kill himself because his wife has left him. And the ghost of John Wilkes Booth shows up and convinces him, along with the ghosts of all of the other assassins that have come before – and will come after – that instead of becoming his own victim, he’d be better-served killing the most beloved president in the history of America. He’d never be forgotten. That being hated with a passion is better than no one ever having passionate feelings about him at all. Attention will finally be paid to poor, sad Lee Harvey Oswald. And does he take them up on it? What do you think? Is Kennedy still alive? Nope. Watching them break him down and build up his hope is one of the saddest, most powerful moments in theater I’ve ever seen. And I think I’ve probably seen more theater in the world than most. And read even more.)
I will miss you, Assassins. Thank you for making 20-year-old Amy’s dream come true. She was an angry little thing. She was stompy and shouty and often very hard to be around. She had a lot of issues to work through. But I still like to give her things, sometimes. I still like to let her have nice things, once and a while. It can’t hurt.
I am MORE than all right. I am EXTRAORDINARY. I am to be RECKONED with.
(But also, I need a nap. And a REALLY hot shower. Good grief.)