Ready To Go

Sure enough, it wasn't entirely necessary for me to be at rehearsal last night. But I went anyway, because if they gotta be there, I gotta be there. Plenty of other people had no real reason to be there either, and they were called. AND! Ben came to rehearsal, and so I got to see him, which was eerie because I had JUST been thinking on the way to the theatre about how much I missed him. (Ben: Played my "little" brother Linus in Snoopy The Musical, real sweetheart, Jan's son. Jan: Man of La Mancha director, founder of Moonlight Players, all-around good samaritan and friend of the arts.)

I took my last Zithromax last night, hoping and praying it would be the one that worked. But I'd almost miss the Cough at this point. (Cough: It's been with me so long - through rehearsals, work, a vacation; it's helped me finish out a year, start a new year; it saw me through the end of a relationship and strange new beginnings...it's like trying to vanquish an old friend.)

We have a full run-through tonight, and then the Diplomats show (at The Social, doors at 9:00!) I'm a little nervous about going - things are definitely going to be weird. Hopefully I'll have a bunch of friends with me just in case I end up getting grilled down by everyone there.

I'm so ready for all this to be out of the way. It's an exhausting process that I feel needs to be finished right now, and it's not. Sigh.

My happy today is retroactive, because I forgot it. (Simple enough.) Last Saturday on the way to (from?) the Jimmy Eat World show, I stunned Billy with the revelation that I'm 25. Now whether I look younger than my years (not that 25 is old by any stretch of the imagination) or just ACT younger than my years (which I most certainly do), all that matters here is that he was surprised to find that I was that much older (not a huge difference - he's 20). I think I'll start backing years off my age. Maybe at my next audition I'll be 23. I think I can carry off 23. Hell, maybe I'll even try for 22. That was a good age. I bought my house when I was 22, so it makes sense to go back to that age when I sell it. So this year, on May 28, I will be turning 23. Which makes my birthday May 28, 1982. Okay, now that I have that all straightened out...say, I was born in the 80s! Neat.

Will you listen to me? How awful...I'm only two years away from Botox injections and collagen, I just know it. Vanity - my worst sin.

Oh my...kamikaze subject change! While I was typing this, Jim just walked up to me to tell me about the dream he had last night. (Jim: rockin' coworker, theatre nut, works at Universal events in his spare time.) Apparently he and I were walking down a street and these two tiger cubs came up, and I thought they were adorable, so I decided to take them home, but when we got to the house, the mother was there, and she kept following Jim around and making him nervous, but I went off to take a shower and get ready to go wherever we were going and told him to just sit tight and not worry about this huge angry mother tiger following him around the house. Then my mother, who he has not seen but imagined as looking like Blythe Danner, which will thrill her to no end, came home with my nonexistent little brother and little sister, and he had to escape into the bathroom because the mother tiger was following him around, and so she started following my little sister so he rescued her and they both hid in the bathroom...and then the dream ended.

What on earth does that say about me? That Jim thinks I would throw him to the tigers? And he's one of my friends here - what horrors do I force on other people here in their dreams?! Could that have anything to do with the fact that we're both interviewing for the same promotion this week? Interesting...

More importantly, if he thinks my mother is Blythe Danner, does that make me Gwyneth Paltrow? Spectacular!

The first of my two promotion interviews comes today at 4:15. Good karma for me, please!