One Week
People seem to think it's funny how somebody who hates Christmas would be appearing in a stage production of A Christmas Story.
Maybe it is funny in a way. But only the "adult" part of me hates Christmas, you know. There's still a lot of "kid" in me that remembers how the season used to be, and that's the thing that's been getting me through rehearsals since October. Much like Ralphie Parker once coveted a Red Ryder B.B. gun more than anything, I once longed for a ColecoVision video game system... a very expensive, hard-to-get present in 1982, similar to a PS3 in today's terms. And much like Ralphie, I had opened up what I thought were the last of my presents that morning only to have to my dad come up from the basement holding a ColecoVision in his arms. The scene where Ralphie gets his B.B. gun is actually very similar to what happened in my real life some 24 years ago. I try to remember that when I'm playing "The Old Man" on stage. Sometimes, even MY dad wasn't a complete prick.
The show actually opens one week from tonight and it's finally starting to come together. The set, which has been slowly hobbled together by a small group of dedicated people, is actually starting to look like a real set. The props are finally trickling in, including the Red Ryder B.B. gun and the leg lamp. That's not to say the show is ready to go, because it isn't... not by a LONG way. We've still got a long week of dress rehearsals in front of us, where things will (supposedly) come together and become a cohesive show.
I take my script to work with me every day, and I use my break periods to go over the lines. I don't NEED to do this, as I've had my lines committed to memory for several weeks now, but it's better than making small talk with my co-workers. People tend to leave you alone when you look as if you're deep in thought. Some of my co-workers are curious about it and ask questions... but most of them have no idea what I'm doing, and I got more than a few strange looks when people saw me reading A Christmas Story on a day like, say, October 11th. But you know, I'll be happy when this thing is over in a few weeks. I'd kind of like to have my life back, such as it is. And I've been neglecting my Dean's Planet duties for far too long. I mean, seriously, I haven't written a new column since that Mandy Lynn interview. But I'll remedy that soon enough...
Is anybody even still reading this blog?
Maybe it is funny in a way. But only the "adult" part of me hates Christmas, you know. There's still a lot of "kid" in me that remembers how the season used to be, and that's the thing that's been getting me through rehearsals since October. Much like Ralphie Parker once coveted a Red Ryder B.B. gun more than anything, I once longed for a ColecoVision video game system... a very expensive, hard-to-get present in 1982, similar to a PS3 in today's terms. And much like Ralphie, I had opened up what I thought were the last of my presents that morning only to have to my dad come up from the basement holding a ColecoVision in his arms. The scene where Ralphie gets his B.B. gun is actually very similar to what happened in my real life some 24 years ago. I try to remember that when I'm playing "The Old Man" on stage. Sometimes, even MY dad wasn't a complete prick.
The show actually opens one week from tonight and it's finally starting to come together. The set, which has been slowly hobbled together by a small group of dedicated people, is actually starting to look like a real set. The props are finally trickling in, including the Red Ryder B.B. gun and the leg lamp. That's not to say the show is ready to go, because it isn't... not by a LONG way. We've still got a long week of dress rehearsals in front of us, where things will (supposedly) come together and become a cohesive show.
I take my script to work with me every day, and I use my break periods to go over the lines. I don't NEED to do this, as I've had my lines committed to memory for several weeks now, but it's better than making small talk with my co-workers. People tend to leave you alone when you look as if you're deep in thought. Some of my co-workers are curious about it and ask questions... but most of them have no idea what I'm doing, and I got more than a few strange looks when people saw me reading A Christmas Story on a day like, say, October 11th. But you know, I'll be happy when this thing is over in a few weeks. I'd kind of like to have my life back, such as it is. And I've been neglecting my Dean's Planet duties for far too long. I mean, seriously, I haven't written a new column since that Mandy Lynn interview. But I'll remedy that soon enough...
Is anybody even still reading this blog?
2 Comments:
Yes, I read when you get off your lazy ass and write something!
You'd better take the 21st off, cause we're going to get fucking HAMMERED for my birthday....
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