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Feb. 12th, 2005 05:08 pmOh my feets, my poor feets! I ran around in heels for . . . (10 to 3:30 is -) five and a half hours today. I am in pain. But I liked rehearsal today, it wasn't because we did a good job, we didn't it was one of the worse ones but it wasn't bad. No, what I liked about it the most was I got to talking with people, mainly Tony.
But I'll get to that in a minute, right now I want to talk about what happened last night. Last Night we were having a run through (our first with the orchestra and half of us running around in costume - everyone looks wonderful by the way) and we have separate dressing rooms, men and women (duh). Well, it started as a novel idea, a sort of little thrill at the wrongness of it but I kept going into the boy's room, talking to them, fixing their costumes, enjoying myself greatly. At the end of the rehearsal, when we were all set to go home, I must have gone in their a dozen times total. But no, what happened was I went in there and some of the leads (I'd been in there when they were there before but -) shooed me out, saying that the costumer would be pissed (which she would) and not to aggravate her. My thought went like this : " Why are you kicking me out, I didn't do anything wrong, we're all the same here. Oh wait, I don't have testicles, I have tits. Oh my god I'm a girl and ya'll aren't." I literally forgot for a second that there was more than one gender, that boys and girls are different and should be separated. It was a very odd moment to go through. Oh, and I keep forgetting that I don't have the words "Bats for Both" tattooed on my forehead. I must remember that people can't tell by looking at you what your sexual preference was. And because of this little fact I feel a little guilty. This girl, she's very nice, a bit ditzy but a real sweetheart, apparently a few years back she did what was essentially a lap dance (known as the Sexy Dance) and now every guy wants her to do it again, she refused. I asked her to do it for me because - well, to be honest I wanted to know if it was really that sexy. And she said she would behind closed doors, because I was a girl, but that for over a year and a half after she did that dance she was called a skank. I feel very badly about asking her, it would be one thing if I was straight but since I'm oh so not it's like, well - it's like she thinks she's dancing for a fellow sheep but I'm truly a fox in sheep's clothing. It feels like a betrayl.
Any way, on to today. As I said I spent a bunch of the time hanging out with Tony. When I first tried out for the play, in fact even back before I knew they were doing the play, I'd been warned by my three Westie/sorta-westie friends to watch out for him and not expect much. They told me he was an ass who would be trouble and just mess everything up (actually it was along the lines of "Everyone thinks he's a prick but I've never gotten that from him"). I really like him, I've been helping (sort of) teach him to sing, the boy tries his darndest but he - he just doesn't have the range, he's a bass and we need a tenor.
But no, we were talking about all sorts of things, about books and math/science, about Ernie (he and Ernie are friends, they're both math whizzes) about, well just random stuff, it was loads of fun (he and his girlfriend are so cute together, but they kiss really loudly). I like guys, I really want to be friends with more of them, they're so much fun. Oh, Hugh said he'd give me his e-mail after the shows, I won't hold my breath but I would like to get to know him better, and many of the leads.
Hmm . . . anything else?
Oh yes, ping-pong is the new teacher's sport at Steller, about ten of us were in the MPR yesterday, I want to learn, it looks quite enjoyable.
Oh, I am quite shocked at how popular thongs are among my fellow actresses, all I saw in the dressing room was ass after ass after ass, oh and breasts of course.
i really ought to go, I have work to do and Valentines to work on. Much love (I'm feeling ditzy) ~ J
But I'll get to that in a minute, right now I want to talk about what happened last night. Last Night we were having a run through (our first with the orchestra and half of us running around in costume - everyone looks wonderful by the way) and we have separate dressing rooms, men and women (duh). Well, it started as a novel idea, a sort of little thrill at the wrongness of it but I kept going into the boy's room, talking to them, fixing their costumes, enjoying myself greatly. At the end of the rehearsal, when we were all set to go home, I must have gone in their a dozen times total. But no, what happened was I went in there and some of the leads (I'd been in there when they were there before but -) shooed me out, saying that the costumer would be pissed (which she would) and not to aggravate her. My thought went like this : " Why are you kicking me out, I didn't do anything wrong, we're all the same here. Oh wait, I don't have testicles, I have tits. Oh my god I'm a girl and ya'll aren't." I literally forgot for a second that there was more than one gender, that boys and girls are different and should be separated. It was a very odd moment to go through. Oh, and I keep forgetting that I don't have the words "Bats for Both" tattooed on my forehead. I must remember that people can't tell by looking at you what your sexual preference was. And because of this little fact I feel a little guilty. This girl, she's very nice, a bit ditzy but a real sweetheart, apparently a few years back she did what was essentially a lap dance (known as the Sexy Dance) and now every guy wants her to do it again, she refused. I asked her to do it for me because - well, to be honest I wanted to know if it was really that sexy. And she said she would behind closed doors, because I was a girl, but that for over a year and a half after she did that dance she was called a skank. I feel very badly about asking her, it would be one thing if I was straight but since I'm oh so not it's like, well - it's like she thinks she's dancing for a fellow sheep but I'm truly a fox in sheep's clothing. It feels like a betrayl.
Any way, on to today. As I said I spent a bunch of the time hanging out with Tony. When I first tried out for the play, in fact even back before I knew they were doing the play, I'd been warned by my three Westie/sorta-westie friends to watch out for him and not expect much. They told me he was an ass who would be trouble and just mess everything up (actually it was along the lines of "Everyone thinks he's a prick but I've never gotten that from him"). I really like him, I've been helping (sort of) teach him to sing, the boy tries his darndest but he - he just doesn't have the range, he's a bass and we need a tenor.
But no, we were talking about all sorts of things, about books and math/science, about Ernie (he and Ernie are friends, they're both math whizzes) about, well just random stuff, it was loads of fun (he and his girlfriend are so cute together, but they kiss really loudly). I like guys, I really want to be friends with more of them, they're so much fun. Oh, Hugh said he'd give me his e-mail after the shows, I won't hold my breath but I would like to get to know him better, and many of the leads.
Hmm . . . anything else?
Oh yes, ping-pong is the new teacher's sport at Steller, about ten of us were in the MPR yesterday, I want to learn, it looks quite enjoyable.
Oh, I am quite shocked at how popular thongs are among my fellow actresses, all I saw in the dressing room was ass after ass after ass, oh and breasts of course.
i really ought to go, I have work to do and Valentines to work on. Much love (I'm feeling ditzy) ~ J
