around 7pm my time…Callbacks!!

GAK!! I would have so much freaking gee dee fun on this show.

I really would.

Gah.

Cross fingers.

I’m going to paint my face.

So I did more auditions this weekend. I could only go to callbacks at Carpenter Square because I worked all day on Saturday. Usually this isn’t really a problem. It’s kind of a relaxed atmosphere. On this day however…flop. I read once. Three lines. Gah. It was depressing and gross and I just thought, fuck it. I’m done for the year and will get my head shots done in NYC and come back and just try it again later. My friend got cast, and while she and I are in the same age range, she’s playing a 60 year old mother. So who knows. anyways, she told me about more auditions and I went last night and got called back for tonight!!!

At least it’s something, ya know? I’ve been out of the community for too long it seems, and getting back in is HARD. But maybe. Hopefully. Possibly. Maybe. I will let you know how it goes.

After the audition we went up to watch the comedy guys. Funny night. I love it. Just as I was leaving however, a car full of other actors showed up and I got lured back in for one more drink and about a million more laughs. It was nice to get to know some of the group, and I feel a little less like an outsider now.

I JUST WANNA DO A SHOW!!!!!!!!
gah.

In other news, on my own little Mayberry experience, my neighbor next door (who was tack to me when I first moved in but isn’t any more) came over and invited me to join her and some of her other retired teachers in a book club!! They are reading Willa Cather’s One of Ours. They are working their way thru the Pulitzer Prize winners. I think this counts for my “read more classics” on the 108 in 2008 list! We will meet at a B&N close to my house Tuesday after work. I LOVE this.

It seems good, this life I’m living. I feel like I’ve expanded my circle of friends, started moving outside my comfort zone and experiencing new things. I actually got a handle on a place I might try for church. Gert and I have been tossing this idea around and wanting to go for a long time now, even talked about it this weekend. Turns out the redhead is going there and he really likes it too. So maybe…

Speaking of the redhead, he’s up this week at our local comedy club. Anyone local want to join me in a viewing Saturday night??? Let me know and I’ll handle the reservations.

Speaking of funny…check out the guys and their new venture into the podcasting world.

I might be finished feeding you stuff this morning.
I love ya! It’s a very fall day here in the great state that I live in, which means that we’re in the “in between i have no idea what the hell to wear” time. Gah. I’m off to pilfer and piece together something black.

Have a great day!

hope you guys had as much fun on your weekend as I’ve had on mine. Saturday night was another for the books. Laid back, good food, lot’s of drink and even more laughter. Life is good.

I have more to tell but I am hungry and am getting a headache. I’ll be back later.

Happy Monday!!

Today was a day.

I woke up at 4 a.m. and laid there tossing and turning till 5 and then just gave up. It was a day that I had on my mind. Early morning work meeting. Morning appointments. Funeral. So apparently that was running through my head and I just got no sleep.

The morning was good. Got to the meeting dressed in my funeral clothes. The girls were all so nice to compliment me. It was a new dress. Fitted. It’s been a long time since I’ve worn this size and I felt a little uncomfortable. So that was nice.

My first appointment of the day was the redhead which always makes me smile. I got presents today though. Gifts that were “procured” from the Democratic National Convention. Signs from the floor. The ones that you saw gillions of people waving. I got a red one proclaiming more of the same and a blue one urging change. I. Love. Them.

Then my second appointment canceled. and I had two haircuts and a funeral left in my day.

I got one of those I’ve-been-up-too-early-too-much-coffee-not-enough-food-cried-at-a-funeral-headaches that I just couldn’t shake. I was supposed to go the the opening night of the theatre tonight. In memory of Suzanne the 25th Season has been dedicated to her. I got home and just crashed a little on the couch. felt just kind of sick. bleagh. anyway, rested up and regrouped and talked to Chrome for awhile tonight and laughed and now I feel better. I’ve started kind of cleaning the house, preparing for company tomorrow night. We are gathering to eat and drink and laugh and just shake off the week of the RNC. Gah!

So my day tomorrow looks promising. Ya’ll!!! Cross fingers that people show up!! Have a great night. My brain is jello and I should have more to say, but sure the heck don’t.

EXCEPT!!!
Tonight was a boy’s birthday party. The boy is the boy that belongs to the family that is headed up by B and ScottyRingo. There were 11 children and a blow-up-thingy-ma-jigger and at last contact B was fighting the strep throat. Here’s to them. I hope they survived and are enjoying the weekend! good night and good luck!

This post made me laugh. Not in that knee-slappin-choke-on-your-own-spit kind of laugh. More the sardonic-all-knowing-of-course-he-did kind of laugh.

Enjoy.

The cheating gene post raised a few hackles and more than a few questions around here. While a few of you called total bullshit on the whole thing, some people gave it a little credit.

Chris’s comment made me stop and think a little…

I can’t speak for anyone else around the Circus, but I personally don’t believe homosexuality, in the majority of people–not saying everyone–is a “choice” I have had more than one or twelve conversations about this with a man that is my heart. We have dissected and discussed over and over again. I just think it’s how we’re made. I just do. You do NOT have to believe this with me. I’m not asking for scripture or for subjecture or for anything else. I am merely telling you how I feel.

It reminded me of a show that we did in college. Chris, Chrome and myself. The Twilight of the Golds. In my opinion, one of the best scripts we ever produced on that stage. In my other opinion (cuz I have more than one) some of the best work any of us on that stage ever did. Just good stuff.

The Golds are a nice Jewish family. Mom, Dad, Sister married happily to Scientist Man, and Gay Brother obsessed with Wagner’s Ring Cycle. Scientist Brother in Law(who is working on the Human Genome Project) and Sister get pregnant and have the gene test done on the fetus. Turns out it has the “gay gene” What do they do.

The cheating gene. The gay gene. The cancer gene. While some seem more far fetched than others, it appears that we live in an age where this information is available. What do we do with it?

Is there enough strength in relationships to step out in faith and say…I will be faithful? While marriage statistics don’t prove it I know people who have been doing this for many many years. Or do we take a test?

Interesting conversation topic.

or does John McCain seem to be shorting out and then reprogramming himself about every five minutes during this speech?

and those protesters?

my first thought was please let them be unregistered. not democrats. not independents.

ADDENDUM

I have an early meeting tomorrow and must get to the bed. However, for those of you watching MSNBC…I have almost had a small stroke laughing at Andrea Mitchell who got totally molested by the balloon drop!!! There will be pics tomorrow.

Well.

I got to work and immediately saw that I’d had two cancellations. In the middle of my first client, my second client called and cancelled.

I went to weigh in.

I gained 2 pounds.

I came back for my last client and he called and said he was sick and had to cancel.

I mean, fuck. around. This was brutal.

On the bright side (you know I always find one!) I started a recycle program at work. We throw away so many plastic water bottles and soda cans, not to mention all the cardboard from our frozen meals, you name it. So. I decided to ask if I could just go get two trash cans and a can smasher. I will be responsible in bringing the recycle to my home and putting it out the first Thursday of the month with my own. Every little bit helps, and we all have to start making choices to be better.

Speaking of better, I figured Cindy McCain to be a better public speaker than she is. Tonight, she looks fantastic but her timing and delivery are for shit. After last night’s mean spirited display I can only imagine what tonight will bring. I really thought that it was just me. That I was the one with my feelings on my shoulders taking it personally. But damnit, last night sucked. There was just a general shitty attitude and frankly, we didn’t bring that to our party and what a poor display of manners to bring it to this one. Today was filled with many conversations about the same thing. My friends and fellow bloggers felt that way as well. The Obama campaign was quick to respond with emails and posts on myspace and facebook. I have to say, it’s all I can do to NOT send five bucks every time they ask for it. Seriously. But I haven’t. I’ve already donated once and gave what I could. But still…

So tomorrow, the funeral and then theatre tomorrow night. Saturday is hopefully a busy day and then I think I’ll just hang out with friends at my house and talk and laugh. and drink. lots of that.

love and light, ya’ll.

I remember when I would get to bed by 10pm. Possibly 10:30. Since the advent of the Olympics then the subsequent political conventions it’s been 11pm or later. Which is ok, but the morning trips to the gym have become completely non-existent. Making things worse, my actual sleep is about as comfortable as as self administered wax. Tossing and turning. I have my bite guard and wear it faithfully, but it seems that the stress from the clinching and grinding has motored throughout my body. Tension is an amazing thing. And I don’t really want to take a sleep aid EVERY night. I’m not opposed to taking them at all, but an every single night thing is just not appealing to me. I do stretches at night and in the bed before I get up. Some kinds I learned from yoga some just feel good. It helps. Maybe I need to find time and $ to squeeze some yoga back into my life. I dunnno. But mornings are rough over here at Casa de Zelda.

I got word that a good friend and fellow actor here in OKC passed away yesterday. Suzanne Charney, some of you may know her, had been fighting the cancer for awhile now. She played my “Ma” in Lost In Yonkers at Carpenter Square some years back. She was a delight to work with, and even more so to play with. Her service is tomorrow and I’m going. . . then to the theatre for the opening night of their 25th year. It’s gonna be a day. I really hate going to stuff like that alone. The funeral, not so much the theatre. Some things I do well alone. Movies, eating, theatre, stuff like that I’m fine with. But funerals…another thing entirely.

Yesterday after I got off of working, I had to run out to the Frontier and unlock the extra key out of the house for the cat sitter. She’d accidentally left hers inside. Anyways, I cleared out some more of my stuff, long sleeved clothes, hoodies and sweatshirts and such. Even though we’ll be back into the 90’s by the weekend, it’s a nice taste of Fall weather here this week. Anyways I got home and came in to find something….some things…scattered under my table. Upon closer look. . . GAHGFFFFLUG!!!

a bird. actually the head of a bird surrounded quite nicely by a fan of feathers.

NO TOYS IN THE HOUSE KIDS!!!!!!!!

But the way it was laid out. . . either a sacrifice to something or a present to me. presentation was exquisite!

Going to weigh in today. Wish me lightness.

Have a good day everyone! Really. Make it something special. Smile a few more times. Crack a joke. (I wouldn’t suggest Pallin’s book of pit bull jokes however) Remember, I love ya! I also love my George. I do I do I do.

well.
she is certainly a powerful speaker.
she got the crowd on her side and got them all hopped up on red.
she went after the opposition with gusto.
she tried to do some stand-up with her little hockey mom/pit bull joke.

she grossed me out.

women who can’t see through this one. . . . .

bleagh.
gah.
flop.

seriously. I’m grossed out.

Bring on the debates. Let’s see how all of this holds water.