|this desert life|
Holy mother of god, I am going home.
Last night at about 10:30 I decided that I needed to be in NJ this summer, come hell or high water. I thought that the second melodrama, in which I have been cast, ran until August 13, so I booked a flight for August 14 - 24. Turns out the melodrama actually runs til August 20, so I sheepishly had to tell Cliff that I will be missing the last weekend of the show. He kinda just nodded and forced a smile and said okay, so I know he was annoyed, but at least I told him early, and at least it's the last weekend, no the first.
But yeah... WHO CARES.
I AM GOING HOME.
I get to go into the city, and to the shore, and see real water, and see my cousins, and see my dad and brother, and sleep in my air-conditioned house, and see my dog, and drive in the swamp, and ride the train, and hug my friends, and see GREEN PLANTS!
... Meanwhile, global warming can blow me. It is hot as hell here. Today I think it got up to about 98 in Madrid, and I was in my 18th-century costume at that - all covered with at least 2 layers all over, all my makeup, a wig, boots, all that good stuff. The sun was absolutely beating down on the poor little theatre. But we had a great crowd (compared to yesterday's show, for which the crowd was two people... Mike and Katy), and marshmallows were absolutely raining down on the stage. Katryna was so sick that she almost didn't go on. Until about five minutes before curtain she was doubled over at the makeup table, in tears... Leslie had gotten a costume from the closet and was ready to go on for her, reading from the script. Then all of a sudden Katryna just got up and said, "I can do it," and put on her costume and did it. I was amazed at the performance she gave. Those Mormon girls sure know how to buck up.
After the show I went down to the tavern and had a coke with a few other cast members, then we went back up to the theatre and had the first rehearsal for the second show. The cast is small - only 7 people, I think - and I think it should be pretty fun. I play "Crazy Clara," who is - as her name implies - crazy. But turns out that I'm actually NOT crazy - that I'm just trying to get in on the gold mine under the sarsparilla saloon. Ha. You want to come see the show so bad.
Other than that, not much is up. Tomorrow I have errands and then I'm working at the food stand at 2. I'm not sure if I'll be out by 5, which is the latest I can leave in order to do my volunteer gig of driving food, so we'll have to see if I have to call in a sub. My life is so exciting.
It's my grandma's birthday. And Angelina Jolie's. Angelina Jolie is not my grandma.