saturday morning

it was a good show. actually, it was quite a nice theatre we played in, so we did not have to make all too weird changes after all. since the lighting was so powerful and so close to us, we were all sweating like hell and missed the evening park breeze (just the scantily clad dancers liked it better, since for the first time, they were not cold). sir aguecheek nearly died of heat stroke, and my costume made me feel like taking a three hour long sauna. the fireworks in the last ensemble number were directly behind us, so the stage manager told us to please not miss our marks, or we would burn a little. good thing we were all soaked, it added to both fun and extra security. one more show tonight, and then off to berlin. drama school class reunion. I will miss the first part of it tonight, joining them tomorrow morning. I do hope they will remember their names when I get there at 9:30 with fresh bagels...

and later that day: off to france. no plans, just making merry on the 14th of july and then onward to brittany. sweet.

shakespeare in the...well... multipurpose hall

the weather is so crap that they changed our location tonight. we are performing indoors, on a much smaller stage with approximately only 30% of our set. this is going to be fun. no, I mean it. there won't be any off-stage space, so everything will be all weird and exciting. I am glad my part is not all too serious, so all possible mistakes and mishaps will give reason to improvise and horse around. just as the great bob ross said: "we don't make mistakes, we call them happy accidents." yay.

ouch!

so, today was the first preview. about one hour before my make up time I tried to buy some ice coffee downtown. it was very hot, the queue at the counter was mega long, and the barrista woman was so fucking slow that I decided to give up and leave coffeeless. next thing I know my head hurts like hell, my nose and teeth as well, and about fifty thousand customers are staring at me in widely amused disbelief. I had run high speed into a glass door and bumped my head good. I remember yelling: "yes, I bumped into the door. look at me, haha, it's all good", and then running away to hide from my shame. me and my bruises made it to the theatre in time, and my make up woman put concealer on my forehead. you want to look pretty when the show must go on. the whole show went well, but I do think I have a slight concussion. I have been nauseous all night and have a bad, bad headache. I don't really remember playing every scene, it is all a little blurry, but the audience seemed to enjoy it, so that's good. now I have 4 days off to recover. yay.

really, how stupid am I?

my day in ten facts

• my toe is blue.
• documentaries about underemployed actors are very scary.
• sleep is important.
• dancing is actually fun.
• sometimes people are sad and that's okay.
• silence is underrated.
• friends are most important.
• trained dancers sweat less.
• polyester must not be dyed.
• life is good.

Déjà-vu

it has been a year since we last did the shakespeare in the park. today, we started rehearsing for this summer's season, and it is so great to be back with the cast. they are lovely people and great fun to work with. I finally decided to dare the unbearable (i.e. seeing yourself perform on gritty video) and watch the dvd they sent to me to prepare before attending the rehearsals, and I laughed so hard. there are some choreographed parts in the show, and I knew I sucked at those, I just didn't know I sucked this much. it literally shows me screwing up front row, and it looks rerally dumb. I shall improve that. but much to my joy, the performance taped was the one where the guy playing malvolio messes up one of his lines and says something about butter sauce instead of lovely clouds (it makes more sense in german, you know). we all cracked up, and I am so glad it has been filmed for us to enjoy eternally! I wish I didn't have to commute for the ibsen right now, but who am I to complain. life is good. even if another blog refers to you as the wigman. I am a serious actor. like, really.