Narcoleptic Squirrel

Yeesh, time flies when one over extends oneself. How is it already fall???? When did this happen? IT doesn’t seem like so very long ago that I auditioned for Night of January 16th. It also doesn’t seem like so very long ago that I asked for more hours at my PT job. Despite knowing that we would have guests in from out of town most of August and September, I somehow thought that I would totally be able to get some work done on the house, finish all my old sewing projects, catch up on my beading, do some traveling around the midwest (just weekend trips, like to the cemetary where my great-grandparents are buried, maybe Mt. Rushmore)…was I wrong.
Now, I am taking roughly the next month off…of theatre. It makes me sad to skip auditions, but I also know that I need to maintain my sanity. It’s been a while since I’ve had a panic attack, and I don’t want to tempt fate. Besides, the shows I really want to are a tidge off. I wound up having a really great time with this last show. The rehearsal process was disjointed (to say the least), so during reahearsal, we really weren’t able to get to know the rest of the cast. However, opening night, against my better judgement, we went out with a few from the cast. It was a blast. We formed sort of a core group. For the last four weekends, we have been hanging out. We even got them to venture out to Ground Zero with us…which was maybe a little too fun. Me and five-and-a-half rum and cokes. One I made the mistake of setting down on the floor next to the sofa we were sitting on. The boys were ogling someone, and I leaned over to see what, and there it went. The worst part was that it was made by our favorite bartender….not the crappy one I got from one of the other bartenders, who I think forgot to put alcohol in it. Anyway, its sort of weird…I know that during a show, you get close to the cast, and then the show closes, and you drift apart. With these guys, I feel like we’ve made some good friends. What is even weirder, is the guy I was the most skeptical of in the beginning, we’ve become the closest to. I’m already sort of sad that tomorrow, there will be no show, and no fun hanging out and shouting, “Hooray Beer!” On the other hand, I think it is better for me not to go out so late (drinking) for a bit. I am so wiped out, plus my stomach has started getting pissy again. So, much needed sleep is in order. This week has been tough, because I have been needing to go to work crazy early to get ready for or store’s review this weekend. But, tomorrow is U2 (a warm-up for our Cali trip), and I think Saturday I will need to go to GZ and get my dancing in. Something else interesting with my little GZ buzz the last couple weeks, I’ve gotten brave and talked to some of the peeps that I see every week and am intimidated by. I just need to not be intimidated by the “cool” kids. I guess I’m having flashbacks to school, where I was the loner weirdo. I forget that there are a bunch of us out there.
Wow, I just realized I’m turning into Rambly McRambleson here…maybe I should get some sleep, since I need to be at work at 4am. Then concerty goodness…then work, then dancy goodness…then the last day of RenFest…which I’d better get there in time for Vil tennis.
G’night!

Since it’s been awhile, I feel like I should have a warm-up post before I get to the real deal again. I don’t want to sprain a finger or something!
So, I thought my favorite random quotes/sayings of the last four weekends of our show would be good.
“has anyone seen…a…blue…shirt. Fuckin’ A.”
“Fuckin’ A”
“I don’t think there’s a cow big enough”
“HOORAY BEER!”
“HOORAY (insert thing worth celebrating)!”
“If chest hair were people, you would be China.”
“I think Jesus was an alcoholic.”
“Isn’t turning water into wine the first sign of a drinking problem?”
“I know, let’s take three different liquors, mix them together, and call it Three Wise Men!”
“The father, the son, and triple distilled spirits.”
And since I can’t think of any more…here’s a random customer snippet over heard at work today:
“It’s amazing how candleholders can be turned into shot glasses!”