Big Apple

Well, we applied to rent the house, and we're just waiting to hear back. I'm getting SO impatient to hear. I want to know if instead of cleaning my apartment, I could just be throwing the junk in boxes. Because to clean and pack would just be a waste of effort, somehow.

And some other big news -- I'm going to New York City tomorrow!! I'm going to see my favorite actor ever in MacB...MacBe..Mac...The Scottish Play in Central Park. Maybe some of you have realized that I'm no longer calling Liev Schreiber my future husband.
Lemme 'splain.
It's not because I think he's any less Yummy, Handsome, Talented, Brilliant, or just generally Beyond Perfect. It's just that he's dating this girl, and they've been dating for a while, and it seems kinda serious, and let'sbehonestwhatweremychancesanyway, and I'm starting to feel a little creepy about the whole 'future husband' thing. But then, that could all change tomorrow. I could see him, running 'round the stage, with that voice and that intelligence and that tall-drink-of-waterness, and I may just throw all caution to the wind, and go back to referring to him as my Intended, Naomi be damned.

Or I could just crawl up in a hole, wailing and moaning over the fact that I'm not the beautiful blonde Australian that he's currently snuggling with.

It could really go either way.

Cross your fingers...

I've found a house to rent and someone willing to share it with me. I don't want to jinx things by saying too much, but it's just insane how perfect this place is. There's so much room!! And it's a House! And it's unique!! And I could have friends over - lots of 'em - and some could even come from long ways away and stay there overnight (Doc? Viv? Ganderson? "Kids?").
I don't want to give too much away, but I just can't help myself, so here's a peek:
Isn't it great?

Now, we just have to apply and get accepted, and no one else can get to it before us. So pray, cross your fingers, press your thumbs, throw pennies in fountains, make offerings to whatever god/goddess/saint you prefer,...just help us out, woudja?

I think I prefer the root canal

Well folks, it's time.
Time for that activity every woman dreads.
Time to bathe in the hot glare of harsh judgment and fluorescent lighting.
Time to face the reality that I am not what I thought I was.

Time to go swimsuit shopping.

It's not because I don't have any bathing suits already. It's just that they're ALL SO OLD that the elastic's shot in EVERY ONE OF THEM. Don't think I didn't try with the irrepressible glimmer of optimism to fit into the suit I wore in high school. Or the ones that I had back when I was a lifeguard (and getting regular exercise). Or the one that I bought on a whim a few years ago when I stopped into one of those dreadful Wings stores literally en route to the beach.

But I can't deny it any longer.

It. Is. Time.

I'm heading out today. I've chosen one store and one store alone that I will try. No sense in the self-flagellation of repeated unfruitful trips to many stores, subjecting myself to repeated viewings of my fish-belly white flesh in the dressing room mirrors. If I find nothing in the first store, then it's not meant to be. Wish me luck.

And no, there will not be any pictures.

UPDATE:

Well, that was bloody awful.

They have suits in every color of the rainbow, and some that aren't, but they're all the same stupid style and cut. The stupid style and cut that makes me look I have no butt (no easy task), and my upper body has been borrowed from a quarterback with breast implants...on his armpits.

And they were ALL like that. Why, WHY, WHYYYY?!? They've acknowledged the fact that all women are built differently by allowing you to purchase the tops and bottoms seperately - so you can buy a small top and medium bottom, for example. Or mix and match the colors and patterns to...ahem, accentuate the positive, as it were. But, BUT. They totally negate any benefit of that versatility by making all the tops and all of the bottoms the same shape and style. So to get to the point, for the moment I remain sans maillot.

may the fleas of a thousand camels,...etc. etc.

On Mojitos, Squid, and Karaoke

Last night was a lovely evening at the park. Unfortunately, the crowd was small, and they sat so far back in the seats that we couldn't see them. So the show felt more like a dress rehearsal than a performance. But I had a good time anyway. By the end of the show, most of the cast seemed to be in a bit of a festive mood, so we went to a new sushi bar downtown called YoSake. I had skipped dinner, and was close to gnawing on my own hand for nourishment. Thankfully, we arrived at the restaurant before the kitchen closed and I was able to get an Ocean Salad.

I.
Love.
the Ocean Salad.
It's got slices of squid, shrimp, and some kinda something that I can't describe without sounding lewd. But it's really good. Reeeally good.

And you know what else is reeeally good?

Mojitos.

They've got mint and lime and sugar and soda and oh, mebbe a little bit o' rum. I think I have a new favorite drink.

And even when you haven't had one or two too many, it's fun to say Moe-HEE-Toe! Go on, try it.

So yes, I had a couple, or maybe a few of those. And, AND. It was Karaoke night as well. So, summing up: singing, sushi, fun, fellowship, and hooch. That was my night. How was yours?

Summer in the park with Will

Maria & Longaville
Originally uploaded by Epiphany.

Well, I promised pics, so here you go. More to come, as there are still 8 performances left (weather permitting). That dashing young man sitting next to me is Josh, and his birthday was yesterday, so give 'im a little love.
We had a really fun show on Saturday, with a large, responsive audience. It feels like we're finally figuring out just what this show's about. Everyone really seems to be getting more and more confident with their parts and with the Shakespearean language. Of course, it would have been nice to have figured out this stuff *before* we opened, but...I'll just chalk that up to the beauty of live theatre.
After the show on Saturday, we went to a party at the producer's house. It's a widely-held opinion that Cherri gives the best parties in town, and this was no exception. She makes a rockin' sangria, and lots of yummy food. I always partake ever-so-slightly more of both than I should. Did I mention the sangria was really quite good?

We've started rehearsals for Jake's Women. It's a very talented cast, some of whom I have worked with, some I've seen and admired the work of but never worked with, and some I'd never met. Rehearsals are going very well, I think. Everyone is in good spirits and ready to work, and the director is prepared. He's got enough blocked out that we don't feel like we're floundering, but not so much that we feel like robotic extensions of his brain.

This play will be the third in a row for me. For those of you who know me, you know that this is highly unusual for me to go directly from one show to the next without a break. I usually need time to recharge and reset. Time to sit in my house (or even clean it), read, be by myself, etc. But this summer I've felt more energized, creatively. I don't want to get too flaky here, and I definitely don't want to over-analyze it, but I really am enjoying not feeling worn down, like I'm just slogging through my life, working then sleeping then working some more.