I was absolutely dressed to the nines for last night's performance. Josh said I wasn't allowed to talk to him unless I looked human again; honestly, I needed to look nice for myself, for once. I nearly froze my feet off in the heels, but managed to slap on the tightest jeans in existence, jewelry, a white wool trench coat, black gloves and sunglasses. I even flatironed my bangs.
I showed up, of course, and Josh wasn't even there. So I took it all off and started my prep. At some point, Troy got a hold of my camera and ran away with it for the rest of the night. I haven't seen the pictures yet. I'm sure they're all a bunch of pretentious art-nouveau shots, but I'm fine with that.
Josh wandered in and wanted me to get out of the half-costumed state I was in and get back into whatever I was wearing earlier. I told him to go to hell and drank the rest of my coffee.
There is a point very close to the beginning where I bless the main character (seriously, a whole Papal Benediction Roman Catholic monstrosity). Brittany came up to me at the top of the show and slowly blessed me backstage and said, "It looks like you're doing some kind of Jedi mind trick - 'these are not the droids you're looking for...'" Of course, onstage, trying so hard to lust after Foff, all I could think in my mind was, "You are not a Jedi. Please don't laugh. You are not a Jedi. Dear god, don't crack."
Well, I didn't break, but the scene fell flat with me. Lots of scenes fell flat with me tonight. Foff didn't seem his usual dead perfection; Shannon was stumbling; even word-perfect Dušan missed something. Maybe it was the audience. They seemed a little too amused by everything. They laughed at things that were just beyond over-the-top, like poor Shannon's drunken loss of everything important to her.
Well, whatever. They were entertained.
We went out to Central after the show and had some drinks. I have a public! There's always a little meet-and-greet thing outside the doors to the theatre where the actors get to say hi to those that came to see them. My family and friends came on the first night, the disaster night. By the time our emergency cast meeting came to a close, they had already left. At Central last night, though, some random kid in facial hair and a western shirt (total hipster) told me I was amazing. Sure, he could have been hitting on me, but I was just pleased someone noticed me.
After Central, we hit up the Grotto for dancing. Hipster kid (who is a friend of Josh) also came, and he and I had our indie rock pissing contest for a few hours. He says I lost because I don't own We'll Build Them A Golden Bridge. I say I won because I saw Destroyer live. He said he knew I was an indie pop nerd from the polka dots. Sort of the same way I recognised him from the facial hair and the western shirts. Alicia also dragged along some lovely French Canadian guy with whom she made out for most of the night. I was not really interested in him, but I still wanted him to follow me around saying things in French.
After the Grotto finally closed, we wandered over to Denny's, where we were way too loud and shared a lot of disgusting food and three bowls of ranch dressing. Then it was off to Alicia's house, where Foff, Josh and Lindsay mysteriously disappeared, and she and I went inside to bullshit and smoke a bit. I didn't know she shared my fascination with Audrey Hepburn, but there you go. John showed up not long after that to walk me home, but he hung around a bit and we talked with Alicia.
Then I fell asleep... Then I woke up.
The run's half done, now. Please, let the kid make one show.