To be perfectly frank, I wasn’t sure it was ready to be performed at all, but hey, two Brits, a Yank, and a Scouser can’t all be wrong, I s’pose. I didn’t actually send him this script, he pulled it off of the LJ entry. It was a hell of a problem for the last director, and she had a bit more support for the endeavor. This is the same play that was performed at last year’s Cut to the Chase, and I wonder how they pulled off the trick of the headless telemarketer. Yeah, I don’t get how the math of the show’s title works either. These guys charged a pound or two just to cover their expenses and did it in a studio, but I’ll be buggered if I’m going to call this anything less than a world premiere. My understanding is that you can’t call something a “premiere” unless it’s gone up on a professional stage. Which is more than can be said for most dossiers coming out of Britain these days. I can feel my head swelling, so I’m going to go soak it for awhile. Literary References for Social Situations, Lesson One In Which It Is Determined the Exact Number of Literature Students Required to Change a Lightbulb He also tossed in three untitled sketches which his group (the aptly-titled “Two Brits, a Yank and a Scouser”) wrote, and had I known, I wuld have requested copies of these just to find out what else they’d done. As it turns out, Vince actually world-premiered not only this play, but four sketches that I’d never really expected to be performed in front of audiences. The scope of the show was actually a surprise to me, as I had sent several scripts to Vince but had only heard him express an interest in Staring Contest. (Honestly, I can’t remember the name of the university Vince was attending.) and a Goldfish that opened and closed last Monday and Tuesday in the Performing Arts Studio of the Trent Building–somewhere in England. well-played.Just received, via Royal Mail, somewhat definitive proof that my writing has gone international–a program, from Vince Pham, for the production of 2 Plays, 5 Sketches. the fact that what i picked up from my friend actually worked, and that i was making out with this beautiful and intelligent man…well, mission accomplished. so many emotions were running through my head. didn’t realize how much inexplicable joy i i would get as a result. after having warmed up to him, we commenced the dancing, and then, Houston, we made contact. luckily, we eventually ended up at a club that had great music to dance to. as dubious as i felt about the whole thing, i decided to employ the only knowledge i had. what did i learn from my gf? lean in close while talking, and touch their arm excessively. need i remind you, i have no experience in picking up guys, and not really much of any dating expertise in general. i decided i needed to make out with this boy, pronto. after hanging out that night, i found out he was a really neat guy. blind dates were the stuff of nightmares in my mind, and these situations usually were awkward and strange. i mean, no one likes being fixed up with someone that was a total unknown. she said she’d never met her ex’s friend, but if i wanted, she would “hook me up with him”. she told me her ex was coming to hang for a bit, and was also bringing a friend. that’s all i could observe on the surface.Ībout a month ago, an old school-mate asked me to hang out with her. i then noticed that while she talked to these potential suitors, she always leaned in close to talk to them, and while laughing at all the right moments, touched their arm or shoulder. as much as i did feel a little bit like she was a little too frisky and possibly a little too easy at parties, there was that pang of jealousy mixed with incredulity at how she managed to do this each time without fail. i guess that’s why we were a good match for one another. she is just like me, not remarkably beautiful, but also funny, witty and sassy. whenever we go out to parties together, she always seems to snag the guy she’s been eyeing the whole night, and the night report would tell me that she had made out with said guy, numerous times. I started at a new job a little while ago, where i met a gal who has become one of my best friends. i know i am charming, funny, witty, and sassy…so why weren’t all the desirable men lining up around the block? i still don’t know. i know i may not be super gorgeous in terms of what magazines say, but i know i am beautiful in my own unconventional way. 4 years after that ended, i never dated a single person. that ended, and i felt doomed to be forever alone. we broke up after a little while…didn’t date anyone for 4 years, then met this guy and married him shortly after.
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