The Garden Door is Closed
The Secret Garden closed today. I usually don't care when a production I am in closes. That is part of theatre after all. No show runs forever, except Agatha Christie's Mousetrap in London.
I have been blessed to do this show three separate times with some of the best talent I have ever shared a stage with. Like I said, I'm usually fine when a show closes. But not today. The closing of this production was very sad for me. Somehow this close feels... permanent.
I will miss it.
God Cast Us, Everyone
Last week Buddha, 7-years-old, asked if he could audition for A Christmas Carol at the theatre where I am currently performing Secret Garden. He has done a few small roles in children's theatre. Very small roles where the auditions were pretty much show up and get a part type deals.
This would be different. A "real" audition with call backs and competition. But he wanted to do it, so we of course said yes. He has enjoyed what theatre he has done, and we want to help our kids discover what they enjoy doing and help them do it. But this was also going to provide his first chance at rejection and we wanted to make sure he knew the difference between these auditions and the others he has gone to.
He said he was prepared if he didn't get called back or didn't get a part. Well, he was called back. As was I. He wanted me to audition, too. I would really rather have a break, but it would be awesome if we could do a show together.
Again, after callbacks, he said he would be okay if they didn't call. However, the next day after coming home from school the first words out of his mouth were, "Did they call?" I was and am more nervous for him than I have ever been on any audition for myself.
We still have a day or two before they will call, if they call at all. Did I put my parents through the same thing every time I auditioned for something growing up?
As You Know, I Hate Halloween
As we get closer to the end of the year, one of the pet peeves that you'll no doubt have some complain to you about is how early they will hear a Christmas song, or see stores putting out Christmas item. "It gets earlier every year, doesn't it?" they will ask.
But the time of the end of the year that I absolutely hate is when I start hearing the commercials for the haunted houses in the area. And I heard my first one about a week or two ago. Yes, the haunted houses are are already open here. Only on the weekends for now, but still.
I freaking hate these commercials. The one that has been playing the past 2 weeks has some lady apologizing to the parents of the children that she let get killed by who knows what kind of monster and, oh now it's coming back, please forgive me. I can't possibly even come close to explaining how I loathe these commercials.
I have never understood the concept of haunted houses anyway. Why pay money to walk through dark rooms to have teenage loser punks in rubber masks jump out at you? I don't get it. I hate their stupid commercials and now I have to sit through them for another five weeks.
AAAAAARRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!!!
Thinning of the Herd
When two of your buddies have to help you on to the ATV, that should have been your first clue that you shouldn't be driving it. Or maybe the first clue should have been that you were legally blind... and drunk.
So, When Does Halo 3 Come Out?
As a thirty-something who still loves to play video games, I sometimes think maybe I should stop the exciting gamer lifestyle. Maybe I should feel some sort of shame every time I pick up my controller and kill a bunch of Nazis, do a favor for Don Corleone, or win another Heisman.
Then I read a story like the following and realize, hey, I'm gonna be alright.
Tragic? Yes.
Funny? You betcha.