I’m feeling a little guilty for going silent for the better part of a week and then giving you a weird one-man-show transcript and a link to some monkey videos. Somehow it just didn’t feel right, even as I hit the publish button and walked away whistling the tune to “Loser” by Beck. So I thought it would be best if I spent a little time today letting you know about the amusing things that have occurred in my life.
South Pacific is coming along nicely. We had our preview on Tuesday, and of course I flubbed one of my lines a little bit, but it came off okay anyway. Jared and Nora and Brian and Art came to laugh at us, and apparently nearly peed themselves when I did a little leap during “Nothin’ Like A Dame.” I cain’t hardly blame ’em; it is great hilarity to see someone of my size leap into the air like Nureyev, but more gracefully.
Sarah’s having a great time with the show as well. Last year she didn’t have to do much but wear an ugly dress apparently made from 14th century German tapestries and carry a yarn tree around, which is about as much fun as health class. This year she’s a nurse, which means she gets to dance around in tight clothing, and even has a line in the first act that never fails to produce applause. She’s like Baryshnikov with hooters.
We open tonight, and I fully expect to be phenomenal. I’ll fill you in on any interesting details later.
One annoying side effect of the show is that I’m usually not home in the evenings, so I don’t get an opportunity to exercise except for the occasional late afternoon, when it’s roughly 104 degrees in the shade. There’s no way I’m running or riding in that. It was about a month before I could bring myself to mow the lawn, and even then I only did the front so the neighbors would stop leaving me threatening voicemails.
Anyway, I think I’ve gained roughly 18 pounds in the last two weeks. I’m definitely back to my fat man pants, and I’ve had to loosen up my belt a few notches. This displeases me greatly. Hopefully after the show is done, things will cool off a bit (literally) and I can get my road bike back together and take up lengthy rides all over New Castle County. That would be freakin’ sweet. When we drive up to Longwood Gardens for rehearsals and shows, I see a lot of guys on road bikes on 52. It looks like a fun ride, and the shoulders on that road are like 15 feet wide. I may have to start hauling the two-wheeler up there for some exercise.
Hopefully I won’t have a heart attack or get taken out by a Jaguar XKE.
Anyway, I may have more tomorrow, or not, depending on how late we’re up for opening night tonight. STAY LOOSE, you crazy kids.
