Bop Boop Ba Doop

I love Gmail chatting. I'm talking with Amie right now and it is ever so delightful. Why doesn't everyone have it? Get out of your log cabin-esque Yahoo mode and join us enlightened folks on the other side. You'll have more storage space and friends to sit with in the lunch room. Bonus.

Happy Oscars day! I didn't get to watch any award shows this year. I don't think I missed out with the Emmy's. They sounded LAME. No one cares about the Grammys. I tried to watch the Golden Globes but something came up. And the SAG awards were on a bad weekend. But I'm pumped about tonight. I'll watch them over at Jessica's place. We'll have a SlumHOTdog bar and lot's of Milk to drink. We've made Benjamin buttons as party favors along with Sean pins. For dessert we may even eat Meryl Peeps. I'm that cool. 

Predictions: Best Picture-Slumdog Millionaire; Best Actor-Sean Penn; Best Actress-Kate Winslet; Best Supporting Actor-Heath Ledger; Best Supporting Actress-Penelope Cruz; Best Director-Danny Boyle; and none of you care about the rest of my predictions so I'll leave it at that.

Friday night I planned the Communication's Retreat. It was actually just a party at Rob's house but I themed it Mafia Night. I asked everyone to "dress to kill" and come in cocktail wear while we listened to Italian Opera Music and had a delicious Pasta Bar. (Apparently I'm really into planning things with buffet style eating. I should just bite the bullet and go to overeaters anonymous. See I'd even bite a bullet. This is terrible.) Then we played the card game Mafia for three hours. Theatre people are so freakin good at this game. This needs to happen with every group of people that I know. I'm a titch obsessed with it. 

I went to Annex theatre today. I'm going to help them with their Marketing stuff for their next show. We'll see how this goes. I don't really have any more time on my hands, but we all know how much I love being overbooked and overworked. Let's do this. Hopefully once I get started at Annex I can find some other areas to volunteer for them and I think it could be a great way to meet people and work on new plays. So Iowa, so fun. What's really cool about this theatre is that there is no staff. Everyone that works there just does it in their free time and all of the ticket proceeds go to paying rent for the theatre space. It's really collaborative and I'll get to help make decisions on season planning and things like that. Here's to new theatre avenues and long bus rides to Capitol Hill. 

I have to perform my Warm Up this week. I'm all kinds of nervous about it. I just hope I don't say "um" too much and that it is a bit interesting. We'll see. 

In other news: In one week I ate a whole package of Oreo cookies. I blame the government. 

AH!

Frasier. Season Four. Episode Four for the Seesaw. Not only does Megan Mullally (Karen on Will and Grace) make a guest appearance but she actually has the line, "We went to Seattle Rep and saw The Man Who Came To Dinner.

I just died. 

My Kitchen Smells Like Death

I took out the garbage and cleaned all of the dishes. Now I'm trying to air out the place. It wreaks. How did I end up living in squalor? 

I found a job I could legitimately be qualified for in Seattle today. Cross your fingers everyone. I'm currently nursing about 5 different resumes. Each one full of the words "proficient" and "facilitated" and more compelling than the next. 

I wrote my Warm Up this morning. AKA the neighbors probably think I'm crazy because I was talking out loud to myself the whole time. The problem is that if I'm eventually going to say it aloud, then when I type it I also have to say it. Yes, this is a problem at work too. I can often be caught gesturing and whispering in front of my computer. That doesn't sound good. Oh well, you're already over it. 

I hope in all of this job hustle and bustle I can still find time to come home for a bit. 

I need quarters in a real bad way. 

Lazy Sunday

I did nothing today. It felt so good. I laid around, caught up on Top Chef, read my Entertainment Weekly, basically just lived the dream the whole day. My hands smell like garlic and I love it. Yay for having time to cook real food. Sometimes I wish I lived by myself because of days like today. But then I think about Home Alone and how it could happen to me and I reconsider. "Keep the change ya filthy animal."

I'm still looking for jobs. It could be anything from summer stock theatre to working on a cruise ship. How weird would that be? I'm casting a wide net so we'll see what shakes out. Maybe Massachusetts, maybe New York, maybe the ocean. We'll see. 

I have tomorrow off since it's President's Day, only the greatest holiday EVER. I'm going to spend the day writing my Warm Up Talk Irish with Kelly. Basically I'll be teaching patrons how to do an Irish dialect since the next play we're doing is set in Baldoyle, Ireland. Throw in a few Lucky Charms jokes and I'll have 'em begging for more. I think it'll turn out to be really cool. Here's hoping at least a few people are interested. 

I finally got to see The Importance of Being Ernest. I severely love this play. It is awesome and makes me want to have a fake identity for when I'm in the country versus in town. Read it, watch it, love it.

The stimulus package excludes theatres. This is complete crap. We are so much more important than highway beautification. Lame, lame, lame.

L O S T is still the best show on television. Why are you denying it? Embrace your inner geek. I want to go to Hawaii and watch them shoot it. MAYBE I SHOULD GET A JOB THERE. It hurts being so cool. 

Never Ditch Your Wing Man

My godparents kind of beat the crap out of your godparents. They got in town today and we are already owning this city. I gave them a tour of the Rep and educated them on how theatre actually is a business and not just gay people running around lisp-ing. Then we ate at the 5 Spot cafe and my uncle said, "I didn't come to Seattle to eat food inspired by Texas." Damn straight sir. One organic coffee and plate of scallops to go for this guy. Then we went to my apt and within seconds were planning out the rest of their weekend here. They don't wait for anything. Because we were worried about them crashing early (what with the time difference and traveling) they went back to their hotel to take a nap before we hit the town. (This was a brilliant plan on our part. Word up to a good re-rack.)

Once they woke up from their coma we drove to Kirkland with their passive aggressive GPS. Turn right. No my right. Ugh. Recalculating because you're an idiot. I've never been to see stand up comedy so we went to the Laugh Spot and saw three people perform. First guy=I don't care if you were on Last Comic Standing. You weren't good. The second guy was better. He was only mildly awkward and had a few one-liners. But when the headliner came out it was awesome. Completely worth the price of admission. He tore into every one and thing. I might need to stalk him online and make him my new obsession. He was HILARIOUS.

Nursing our buzz from the delicious Root Beer and Vanilla Vodka drinks (i know, right?) we decided to head back to the Seattle Center, ditch the car, and hit another bar. Remember when I said that my godparents ruled? Yeah, I meant it. We went to Chopsticks, the Dueling Piano Bar. Upon hearing the name of the bar, my ever so Indiana-native uncle said, "Chopsticks? That sounds Chinese." Hilarious. We requested songs by Meat Loaf and Bob Seger and watched a graphic PG 13 rated sign language version of Joy to the World. It was amazing. These two people are cracking me up and I can't wait to see what we do next. They are just so willing to do whatever comes our way. Must be the Andrews genes. Whenever someone from my mom's side of the family visits, I'm guaranteed a good time. 

My uncle also wanted to know: why Seattle is so liberal and why the pedestrians think that they can just walk into the street whenever they want.  Touche.

WISHES!!!

Wish for humanity: That Beatles music will be available on iTunes

Wish for my sanity: That people will stop doing "25 things about me" lists on Facebook. I'm over it.

Wish for the weather: To not have it rain the entire time my godparents are in town.

Wish for the bathtub: That it will clean itself.

Wish for the future: That I can get a theatre job in Seattle.

Wish for when that doesn't pan out: That I can get a job somewhere.

Wish for when that also doesn't pan out: That I don't have to sell plasma to make a living. 

What I've Been Working On

Here is the latest Ednotes which is very bizarre but also charming. I hope.

And I also wrote a blog entry about a decade ago on the Rep's page, so take a gander at that. 

We'll be pumping out more videos soon and I hope to write more on the Rep's blog, so I'll try to keep this as updated as I can. 

I'm currently recovering from working until 3am last night for Play Date at the Rep. It was exhausting to say the least but was a pretty good time. I made at least 5 black friends, so that's awesome. And we ate ribs at like 1:30 in the morning which is always a good idea. 

I'm going to go hop on a ferry for the day, find time to work on my resume and try to figure out some plans for when my godparents are in town. Life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop to look around once in a while, you could miss it.