It has been seven months to the day since I last updated this thing. Seven months. That's a record, even for me. So, in order to get us back to normal, let's play catch up, shall we? Here's what I've been up to for the past 212 days.
Note: I am purposely leaving out all concert/theatre reviews. I'll try cover those at the end of the year. For the record, though, here's what I've seen:
The Complete Works of William Shakespeare Abridged, Lafayette Civic, March 19
Oklahoma!, Footlite Musicals, March 26
Seussical, Guerin Catholic High School, April 29
Oliver!, Footlite Musicals, May 7
The Last of the Red Hot Lovers, Center Stage Productions, May 28
Guys and Dolls, The Belfry, June 19
Jersey Boys, The Murat Theatre, June 30
Calamity Jane, The Belfry, July 30
How to Succeed in Business without Really Trying, Carmel Community Players, August 1
The Producers, Footlite Musicals, September 18
David Copperfield, Emens Auditorium, May 9
Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Verizon Wireless Music Center, July 10
Cake, The Vogue, July 11
Devo, The Vogue, July 26
Rick Springfield, Indiana State Fair, August 12
Crosby, Stills and Nash, The Lawn at White River State Park, August 23
The Black Crowes, The Murat Theatre, August 25
Billy Bragg, The Vogue, September 14
Jackson Browne, The Lawn at White River State Park, September 21
And now, on to the highlights:
February 28 - Odd Couple rehearsals began with a standard read-through of the script. There was massive road construction on I-69, so I was an hour late. Thankfully the majority of the cast knew me, so I didn't come across as an idiot. Still, it pissed me off.
March 2 - I left for Disney World. No, I didn't go on vacation, I went there for a conference. Let me tell you, it sucks to go to a library automation conference on the grounds of Walt Disney World. You're this close to fun all day long! Thankfully, the conference didn't start until the next day, so I spent March 2 playing in the Magic Kingdom. By myself, unfortunately, since my friends attending the conference didn't arrive until later in the day. After getting over the weird feeling of being at Disney World alone, I was able to ride all the rides I wanted because, for whatever reason, there was absolutely nobody there. I think the most I waited to get into a ride was five minutes, and that was only because there was a show going on in the Country Bear Jamboree theatre at that time.
March 3 - First day of the conference. Blah blah blah new check-in module blah blah blah. Really, we were all waiting for the annual conference party that evening, the one being held after hours at Disney's Hollywood Studios theme park. Cool, another visit to a park where I don't have to wait in line for anything! Except the party planners were too cheap to pony up the money to pay for the rides, which means we were stuck there with nothing to do but eat, drink, and dance to the world's lamest and most predictable DJ. (That didn't stop Chrissy and I from crossing over into no-man's land and breaking into the Muppet movie theater. Sadly, we couldn't figure out how to turn the damn thing on.) Afterward they provided us with our very own showing (read: cast and tech dress rehearsal) of Phantasmagoriumatron or whatever that show is called. We were all too drunk to care. The evening continued at the hotel bar afterward, where all of us did some more drinking. Party!
March 4 - Yeah, it was a bad idea to drink that much the night before. This day's conference sessions were a struggle to get through. But I made it, and three of us went to the Magic Kingdom afterward as a reward to hang out and ride the best ride ever - the Carousel of Progress. This "ride" is a show about electricity and all the wonderful gadgets that come with it. Except - here's the gimmick - when the scene changes the stage doesn't move, the theatre does! Wow, man! As if watching outdated robots explaining the benefits of owning a refrigerator wasn't hilarious enough, the show kept throwing in painfully bad jokes that fell flat every time. (To the robot's dog after his daughter worried about her electric hairdryer: "Oh, Rover, you're lucky. You don't have to date!") Here's the entire ride, in case you have 21 minutes to kill and want to see the best ride ever:
March 5 - Final day of the conference. We were going to drink our way around Epcot that evening but, seeing as how I had a 5 a.m. flight the next morning, decided that would be unwise. Instead we had dinner at Techno Planet Hollywood, where aparently it's all deafening techno music, all the time.
March 6 - Flying at 5 a.m. is fun! Especially when you wind up sitting on a plane for two hours only to be moved to another one because of some mechanical problem. I got home about three hours late and immediately crashed. I was supposed to go to a party that night, but since I'd been partying for the past three days, I skipped it.
April 23 - Odd Couple opened. I'm so numb by the time a show opens that I have no idea if it's good or not. Everyone seemed to enjoy it. I even had several people tell me I was the best Oscar ever, better even than Walter Matthau and Jack Klugman. Which I seriously doubted, but I still took the compliment.
May 1 - And Odd Couple closes. Just FYI: I'm taking the rest of the year off from theatre. I'll still see shows, I just don't want to be in them. I've been involved with 23 productions over the past six year and I'm tired. I'm slated to direct Moon Over Buffalo for the Off Main Street Players in Zionsville next April, so that will be my next gig.
May 8-14 - Babysitting Lizzie Part I. Basically, I sat around and did nothing all week. And it was heavenly. I did manage to watch all four Christopher Reeve Superman movies this week. Quick run-down: Superman I - Excellent. Superman II (Theatrical) - Terrible. Superman II (Donner Cut) - Good. Superman III - Enjoyable, although a mess. Superman IV - God-awful.
June 24-27 - Babysitting Lizzie Part II. Again, I sat around and did nothing. Again, I didn't mind.
July 7 - I turned 37. Yay, only three years until I'm 40!
July 31 - My parents came over to help me not get evicted from my own house. Apparently my yard was in such disaray that my Homeowner's Association threatened to have me fined, never mind the fact that half of my neighbors have worse looking yards than my own. I blame the asshole across the street, Mr. I Work In My Yard 40 Hours Every Weekend. Fuck that guy.
And not much has really happened since then other than a lot of concerts and a lot of the usual stuff. Until my next post seven months from now...