March-i-pan

Here we are entering another Marz. For the non or New MN'ers this means the beginning of the end of a dour-ass winter. We can anticipate 2-3 more "major" snowfalls, which occur approximately around the time State High School Winter Sports Tournaments commence.
Funny. I found February '06 to be considerably more tolerable than previous winters.

Maybe it was the company? Maybe it was the gathering? Maybe it was the Texas Jellybean? Maybe it's all the love? Maybe it's the sparring?

Or maybe...just maybe...it's the booze.

I had my aurdition for "Flaming Purple Headed Warriors" last night. It was...I don't know. I did meh? You know when you walk out and you say to yourself "I think...I think I was lukey." It just don't think I clicked for the staff. (And it was probably the coldest cold read I'd ever done, seeing that I knew nothing about the characters/story other than what was described on the website)

Get this kids: The character of Rob Bob needs to be good looking and well built. Very well built. Greek God. He also needs to be comfortable walking around on stage in a jock strap...and little else. Now...while I have no compunctions regarding this type of direction. (Lord knows, if you were to come over to the P palace when he's on his nude vaccuuming bent, well... Scares the shit out of the mail-person LEMME tell ya.) Anyway, I just got the inkling that the director might, MIGHT be going in another direction. That, of course, is just mia opinion humblese. And yes, I've been on kind of a cold streak auditionwise and at this point it just wouldn't really surprise me much. Dorajar and I got to read together (Nice read, baby) and we ended up the very last ones to go. Afterwards, we went over and met the Tex-Bean, Redwright, KWT, Hotmama, J-froh, and D-baby for drinks at Prestons and much mirth and merriment and chard-shooters.

I've seen more of Preston's in the past 1.5 months than I have in 7 years. Fah-Knee to me.


I just realized how cram-packed my week is shaping up to be. Cram-Packed. Sardine-y, even.

TONIGHT, working out (yawn) and wire-fu. I've never been to a Wednesday class, but I'm anxious to see if I can get back into the actual harness and do some flying.

Tomorrow, is A.M. 'Fu, and then a long overdue formal big-kid nice dinner. (Danke, Ohmo)

FRI-Day, as you know, Cable guy is coming to get my internet set back up. Sing it with me now Fuuuuuucccck Yeeeeeeeeaaaah! 'Bean is beside himself with happiness, and me? Looking forward to downloading sites that Begin with "P" rhyme with Corn. Scratch that. Strike it from the record. (WIth my luck, mo-fo will be a no-show. Frass) It cuts into "spar time", but at least I don't have to take a day off of work just to wait around for this guys stupid a$$ to show up.

Sats- Work and I'm waiting to hear back on this audition/dialect workshop. Both, incidentally, decided to email me when they wanted to see me at the exact, same, time...which also happens to be the exact same time I am going to be at work.

Which means if they cut into my ubermorgan, I'm gonna miss frassin out to Burnsville to fight.

This is getting re-dick. My life, somedays, is not my own. I'm scheduled into next week.