Goood morning...
Apr. 5th, 2004 08:43 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
e_juliana(said in best groggy Chris Knight voice)
(Now if I only had some "liquid nitrogen" for the vending machine.)
My nails are painted black again. This makes me happy and is strangely comforting. Is it an identity thing or is it just that I don't want to see how easily damaged my nails are? Probably both.
Wedding plans continue. We need to find a space for the reception, as our hosts are strangely uncomfortable with the thought of 170 people tramping through their house. Now ensues a discussion of hall vs. other (aka theater) vs. relative's large home out in the 'burbs. Oy. I wonder if the local VFW is available....
Have Maroon 5 stuck in my head. May need to purchase CD. Maybe just listen to some Al Green.
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Anyway. The weekend was fine. I slept a lot. Again. One of these days, I'll actually have to be productive on a weekend, and then it'll all go to hell.
Friday's show was good, but the audience was sooooo quiet. You would've thought it was a Sunday or summat. Friday was also the day my direct supervisor saw the show. And lastly, Friday was the first time that the costume got a vocal reaction. It was all very interesting.
After the show, Zach and I went back to his house and stayed up until 4:30 stamping and labelling postcards for American Buffalo. Oy. We watched Real Genius and Blue Hawaii whilst postcarding. I have an unholy love for the first movie, and take far too much enjoyment in the second movie. Also, Blue Hawaii is a perfect example of why pale women should not wear bright coral lipstick, no matter what Glamour says. Oy.
Saturday's show started out excellently, but we collectively lost our concentration midway through the second act. Why? Because the audience was laughing much more than we were used to, so we started waiting and thinking, "Is this line going to get a laugh? This one?" Dangerous. But good for the actorly ego.
Sunday's show - meh. It was fine, there weren't any major screwups, but it was a small house on a Sunday. Sort of a comedown after Saturday's uproarious laughter. I did go to karaoke afterwards, though. Haven't been in a while. Shouldn't have sang, but how can I go to karaoke and not sing? Impossible.
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Gronk. Don't want to be at work. Missing Zach. I think I'll take a Tuesday or Wednesday (Z's days off) off soon, and we can go to the Zoo. Yes.
(Now if I only had some "liquid nitrogen" for the vending machine.)
My nails are painted black again. This makes me happy and is strangely comforting. Is it an identity thing or is it just that I don't want to see how easily damaged my nails are? Probably both.
Wedding plans continue. We need to find a space for the reception, as our hosts are strangely uncomfortable with the thought of 170 people tramping through their house. Now ensues a discussion of hall vs. other (aka theater) vs. relative's large home out in the 'burbs. Oy. I wonder if the local VFW is available....
Have Maroon 5 stuck in my head. May need to purchase CD. Maybe just listen to some Al Green.
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Anyway. The weekend was fine. I slept a lot. Again. One of these days, I'll actually have to be productive on a weekend, and then it'll all go to hell.
Friday's show was good, but the audience was sooooo quiet. You would've thought it was a Sunday or summat. Friday was also the day my direct supervisor saw the show. And lastly, Friday was the first time that the costume got a vocal reaction. It was all very interesting.
After the show, Zach and I went back to his house and stayed up until 4:30 stamping and labelling postcards for American Buffalo. Oy. We watched Real Genius and Blue Hawaii whilst postcarding. I have an unholy love for the first movie, and take far too much enjoyment in the second movie. Also, Blue Hawaii is a perfect example of why pale women should not wear bright coral lipstick, no matter what Glamour says. Oy.
Saturday's show started out excellently, but we collectively lost our concentration midway through the second act. Why? Because the audience was laughing much more than we were used to, so we started waiting and thinking, "Is this line going to get a laugh? This one?" Dangerous. But good for the actorly ego.
Sunday's show - meh. It was fine, there weren't any major screwups, but it was a small house on a Sunday. Sort of a comedown after Saturday's uproarious laughter. I did go to karaoke afterwards, though. Haven't been in a while. Shouldn't have sang, but how can I go to karaoke and not sing? Impossible.
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Gronk. Don't want to be at work. Missing Zach. I think I'll take a Tuesday or Wednesday (Z's days off) off soon, and we can go to the Zoo. Yes.
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Date: 2004-04-05 07:33 am (UTC)I don't know the cost, and it is probably too much, but I think the swankiest place for a reception is the Metropolitan Ballroom.
http://www.damicocatering.com/metro/spaces.htm
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Date: 2004-04-05 10:08 am (UTC)How about having the reception in the (or a) theatre?
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Date: 2004-04-05 11:47 am (UTC)