Entry 7: 'Nother Week Gone By

I told you guys I wasn't going to be able to keep up with a blog. I told you, and you didn't listen.

So I went back to Unexpected Productions way back on last Saturday and I am just getting to write about it now. Let's see how much I can remember. Oh yeah, it sucked. It sucked hard and fast and long and purple. They did a longform called Spoken that was invented by the theater's director, and this went on for an hour and consisted of little to no laughs from the audience. I should be clear: this was the fault of the performers and not the form. They were making basic mistakes that they teach you not to make in a level 1 class. They looked like they were afraid to be performing, and as such they did all the things that Mick Napier tells you that scared performers will do. I'm particularly bitter because these shows are twice as expensive as the ones in NYC and a small fraction of the quality. I'm more bitter because these are apparently the people I'm supposed to take classes from. Luckily I don't think that any of the teachers were in that particular performance that night, but if those were the best they could come up with to put a team together, I can only imagine what I'm going to find when I sign up for classes.

The best part was when I went into the lobby and asked someone who had just been in the show about taking classes. He told me to sign up for level 1, but I told him I had been working at the Magnet for the past 9 months, at which he looked a little skeptical and said maybe I could get into level 2. I guess level 2 is where they teach you how to freak out and negate everyone.

Alright, what else. I signed my lease this week, so I'll be moving into my new place in the beginning of July. Pictures coming soon. Other than that I'm doing a lot of annoying admin stuff that I shouldn't have to do, like calling the Hoboken post office every couple of days to find out what the fuck they're doing with my mail. Seriously, what's the point of setting up mail forwarding if they're just going to keep delivering to the old address anyway? Nothing. There is no point.

The social front is slow-going, but what do you expect - I work with a bunch of software engineers, and the term "work with" is a bit generous. Work near, maybe. So work isn't good for a social scene; I'm hoping that once I get into acting classes and improv classes those people will be more...my type? How gay does that sound. In the meantime I've taken to just doing stuff myself; last weekend I went to the last day of the Seattle International Film Festival (SIFF) and saw a movie called The Wackness, starring Ben Kingsley. It was set in NYC, about a kid who graduates high school, deals drugs, and tries to fuck his psychiatrist's daughter. Highly recommended.

The upcoming weekend should be fun. It will feature special guests Sean Taylor and Robin Rothman of The Spotlight With Sean Taylor fame, and our musical guest will possibly be Lauren Berenstein, but this remains to be determined. The Solstice Parade is tomorrow, cause Seattle is a bunch of hippies. A blog post will definitely be warranted.