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At Sunday's Sweeney Todd rehearsal, I was told that I'd be making an entrance playing the harmonium while riding on the rotating set piece, which reminded me of another famous musical number:
Sadly, only one other person in the room got it. I felt really, really old, in spite of the fact that it was more obscurity than age that probably generated the quizzical looks.
I recall playing the board game "Taboo" in college (early 1993), and having to get my teammates to say the word "Parliament" without using words like "British" or "Congress" or "Legislature," and so I said "Funkadelic" and "George Clinton." Everyone in the room looked at me funny, as if I'd suddenly begun reciting the pledge of allegiance in Japanese. Later, they chastised me: "What the hell does Psychadelic have to do with Parliament? Bill Clinton? You idiot! I'm never playing with you again!"
Later in the rehearsal, someone had a question about who wrote The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat, which led to a brief but amusing discussion of Sacks-Minnelli Disease. I think they thought I was Making Shit Up, when in reality I was just repeating other people's Made Up Shit.
After rehearsal, I had auditions for History Boys, which went okay--considering that the director didn't have me read for the one part I'd listed as an interest and had me read instead for a part I'm about twelve years too old to play. We'll see what happens (the younger part is, incidentally, a better part, but it's still meant for a 25-year-old).
Then, beer and hot wing rolls at the Blue Monkey, for Tugbucket's birthday.
Sadly, only one other person in the room got it. I felt really, really old, in spite of the fact that it was more obscurity than age that probably generated the quizzical looks.
I recall playing the board game "Taboo" in college (early 1993), and having to get my teammates to say the word "Parliament" without using words like "British" or "Congress" or "Legislature," and so I said "Funkadelic" and "George Clinton." Everyone in the room looked at me funny, as if I'd suddenly begun reciting the pledge of allegiance in Japanese. Later, they chastised me: "What the hell does Psychadelic have to do with Parliament? Bill Clinton? You idiot! I'm never playing with you again!"
Later in the rehearsal, someone had a question about who wrote The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat, which led to a brief but amusing discussion of Sacks-Minnelli Disease. I think they thought I was Making Shit Up, when in reality I was just repeating other people's Made Up Shit.
After rehearsal, I had auditions for History Boys, which went okay--considering that the director didn't have me read for the one part I'd listed as an interest and had me read instead for a part I'm about twelve years too old to play. We'll see what happens (the younger part is, incidentally, a better part, but it's still meant for a 25-year-old).
Then, beer and hot wing rolls at the Blue Monkey, for Tugbucket's birthday.
