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Thursday, 06 November
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WE HAVE SUCCESSFULLY PERFORMED THE SHOW FOR AN ACTUAL AUDIENCE.

It's the sort of thing that calls for all caps, particularly after a wholly grueling tech week featuring murderous, soon-to-be-toothless apes. We did our "preview" performance--that's really just shorthand theaterspeak for "come see a potentially catastrophic not-quite-opening performance for less than the usual ticket price"--and fortunately, it was not catastrophic; things went well. One of the theater's board members (it should be mentioned that theater board members are hunted to extinction, for many good reasons: board members are fiscally responsible for company decisions being the best ones) apparently works with the (temporarily flailing [this paragraph brought to you by the Coalition For Nested Brackets {And Parentheses}]) Bellevue Art Museum, and so brought with her twenty or so docents from the place to watch the show.

And they seemed to have a good time, or at least as good a time as wealthy dowagers get on any given Wednesday 2 PM time slot. I hope we didn't drag any of them away from their usual illicit mid-week poolboy bone sessions; and if we did, they endured the disruption with admirable aplomb. They were a good house, which is to say, not a "dead" house--a term that actors employ to describe seemingly embalmed audiences, who do not respond in any way to the action occurring onstage. This audience laughed in the right places, and of course also in some mysterious places, which is absolutely par for the course: trying to figure out what a given audience will find funny in any play is sometimes more of a total fucking crapshoot than the stock market: a line which kills three out of four nights might suddenly be greeted with mausoleum-quality silence on the fourth, while the heretofore silence-inducing line of, say, "I bought new socks yesterday!" might suddenly be greeted with bladder-bursting guffaws. Basically, the one rule is: all audiences are frighteningly insane, and should be regarded warily at all times.

Tomorrow night is the "actual" opening night for the show, and I'm looking forward to it; opening nights are fun, kind of in a prom-lite way: Chances are remote that you'll get laid, but you get to dance and maybe eat some teriyaki chicken. (Maybe you all had better proms than I did; I can tell you that my prom theme was Heart's "These Dreams," which is somehow even more depressing now than it was then.)

And since some deranged Seattle people have asked, should you want to attend, visit http://www.mirrorstage.org for details. The show is called Abstract Expression, and we're going for the next three weeks. And hey, I'll tell you what: if you email me with your mailing address (which I promise not to give to anyone except for the good people at extendyourpenis.com) I will send you coupons giving you 2-for-1 discounts on the tickets. If you want, we can even have a drink after the show, unless you turn out to be a total creep, in which case, really, just fuck off, okay?

Seriously, if you're a creep, I'm just going to write mean things about you. You can sue, of course, but I'm worth nothing. Just ask my old prom date.


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Skot, dear heart, if "chances are remote you'll get laid," you've got an espresso machine to return.

Break a leg, my brother. I still dream of the day you carry a spear for me and mine.

Comment number: 001802   Posted by: TheBrad on November 6, 2003 01:22 AM from IP: 66.143.144.213

You still owe me cab fare.

Comment number: 001803   Posted by: skot's old prom date on November 6, 2003 06:59 AM from IP: 67.38.3.18

Brad, must you ruin my reflexive self-deprecation?

Comment number: 001804   Posted by: Skot on November 6, 2003 07:49 AM from IP: 140.107.120.123

Hey, I can't get out to see the show. I've got to be entertained some way.

Comment number: 001805   Posted by: TheBrad on November 6, 2003 10:43 AM from IP: 216.114.64.26

* I wanna go too! *

Comment number: 001806   Posted by: dayment on November 6, 2003 11:27 AM from IP: 12.228.171.123

Break a leg! Much luck on your play. Pity I can't be there to see it. You should post some photos on the site for us adoring fans.

Comment number: 001807   Posted by: New York on November 6, 2003 11:45 AM from IP: 24.189.179.23

Skot, you write like William Faulkner (you know Mr. Parenthetical Notation himself) should have. I remember wasting away during my freshman year at college (which was a waste even excluding Faulkner), suffering through 'Classic' (as in old and boring) Literature as we desperately tried to deduce exactly what old Faulkner was attempting to get across to his readers amidst the multiple page parenthetical flashbacks. To make matters even worse, our professor was a direct relative of Faulkner, meaning that any lack of enthusiam or glowing reports on the various Faulkner Tomes we were 'encouraged' to suffer through, would surely result in a less-than-GPA-increasing grade.

You however, Skot, have mastered the use of the in-between thought; that elusive placement of bracketized potentially relevant data; the succinct offering of non-continuitous information hiding between the semi-circular (sometimes semi-rectangular [sometimes semi-{whatever the hell shape those things are}]) guardians of attention deficit disorder.

Keep up the good work. Unfortunately, as I'm nowhere near Seattle, I cannot take advantage of your coupon offer. But I'll keep my eyes open for your first film...

Comment number: 001814   Posted by: Pandaemonium on November 6, 2003 12:15 PM from IP: 216.253.102.3

Good luck to you and your wife!
My best friend lives in Seattle, she is going to try and make the show for me.
Whoooha!

Comment number: 001816   Posted by: heather on November 7, 2003 10:14 AM from IP: 63.227.131.182

Skot, I have been reading your blog for a couple of weeks now, and I must say I have nearly busted the stitches to my recent major surgery several times. You are a very clever boy.

I live in North Carolina, so I am robbed (robbed, I tell you!) of the opportunity to see you and your wife perform. Tragic.

Good luck on opening night tonight, and break a leg (or tibia, fibia, clavicle, whatever). Keep us informed of the play's progress, and do post some photos.

Comment number: 001817   Posted by: Tracy on November 7, 2003 01:39 PM from IP: 24.136.221.1

I'm sorry I live far away as well. But good luck and hope you have a great run.

Comment number: 001818   Posted by: Miel on November 8, 2003 10:03 PM from IP: 68.160.135.102

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