last night was opening of
one flew over the cookoo's nest. it went well, i think, we at least got a standing ovation, which completely blew my mind.
this morning i did a play reading with
cockroach by kc davis. it was neat.
now i'm at
lvlt, awaiting the preliminary meeting for the centennial show.
i'm tired and my hair is frizzy. i have on my muppet skin scarf. it is time for more coffee.
i went to the ren faire yesterday and had a merry olde tyme. the highlight had to be seeing don juan the love monkey in his new incarnation, bob the beefeater (who knows what his name was) but this time i actually got to high five him. he had squishy little hands, or as my companion pointed out, "hands that didn't do a lot of work."
i personally have always liked rough hands.
this week i was as emotional as
Mt St Helens seems to be. i started screaming monday at the courthouse:
is the judicial system really a deterrent to crime? and well, it just got worse from there.
on the up side, i'm pleased to announce an advancement in the human race, or at least human tourism: new age architecture. the
easyhotel, is a series of modualar units opening in kensington park where you can stay for about $5 american bucks a night.
what a fabulous way to use plastic!
anyway folks, tonight is the two year anniversary of
first friday. oscar goodman is speaking at 6. i'm devising a way to give him a copy of
the conspiracy. any ideas?
p.s.
will someone send me kevin's email address?
