Saturday I had Drama Center classes and then went straight to auditions for Becky's new Car. Zod bless my friend Patrick who taught for us and badgered the director into giving him a couple of the scenes she was using for auditions because we got to rehearse them between classes. While I was doing that
I got to come home for a bit after auditions and buy Beartooth for lunch to celebrate making callbacks, then I had a perfectly uneventful night stage managing the show for the Civic Orchestra.
Today we had a choice between rehearsing for the Brr-lesque between 9 and 11 or 11 to 1. Evil genius that he is, Rodney got everyone to agree to 9 to 11 by suggesting we could go to brunch afterward.
Geolinguist's sister is fostering a cat who Geolinguist, in a moment of dirty pool, told me reminded him of Mao, so I had to make an appearance just to see that.
Geolinguist, the fucker, was right. Foster Kitty looks very much like Mao. She even let me hold her until the Steelers made a great play. When the made a good play only Dave yelled and I was able to calm the kitty down, but when they made a great play even Geolinguist
started yelling and Foster Kitty needed to go hide after that.
Callbacks were...okay. I didn't really rock it, but I didn't do any worse than the other 3 ladies called back. At the end, I read a lot for the character role, which is what I usually play. I told