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So, some of you have moved over to my new page, and some of you are still pointing to geocities. I guess it takes a few days for everyone all around the world to be shifted. Those of you on the new page, please feel free to let me know what you think!
Eric’s mom is here. She got in just fine. She saw quite a bit of Monks’ Night Out, as well as her son in Ray Prewitt’s Fourth Grade Class. I get so nervous when Eric performs comedy. It’s like going to your son’s school recital. It doesn’t help that he’s in the “Fourth Grade.” Whenever he’s up there I get all jittery and want to scream, “Yeah, baby! You’re doing great!” But that doesn’t look good in front of the others, and I don’t want to embarrass him.
We were all playing Trivial Pursuit on Friday night after the show and Eric’s mom and Chuy were on a team (which dubbed themselves “The Mind”), Matt and Becca were on another and Eric and I were on the last team. It was “The Mind’s” turn, and they had to decide if they wanted to take “History” or “Entertainment.”
“We’ll go with History,” they said.
“The mind is very smart,” said Matt. “They go for the hard ones.”
“Well, my mom’s lived through half of history,” Eric said, “so it’s really easy for her.”
This was followed by a moment where we all looked at Eric wide-eyed, wondering what in the hell possessed him to say that remark. Eric then started laughing, raised his hand and leaned in towards his mom saying, “Mom, you’ve got to give it up for that one. Come on, Mom, you gotta give me that one.”
She left Eric “hanging,” and most definitely did not “give him that one.”
I couldn’t believe he thought he was going to get a high five out of that.
The show is going well. We are at the polishing stages and still have three more performances before the “big day.” We perform this in three different venues, so it’s difficult to keep a common look and feel to the show. I keep having to give notes like, “Here you stand center stage. When we move over there, it shouldn’t be a problem. When we get to the final place, it will be completely different, but we’re not going to worry about that now.” But the audience seems to really like our show, and that’s the best part.
I shoot the next City Hunter this afternoon. The original film in that link comes out this summer. Watch for it at your local video store. How exciting. I really like going into the sound booth and making these dubs. I’m just yelling and screaming for three hours for a couple of days, and it really is sort of therapeutic.
It also means that my next two days are terribly busy. I’m glad I don’t have a Monk rehearsal, because I have to come to work early to work a full day and then go to the studio, and tomorrow as soon as I finish shooting, I have to jet over to another rehearsal. There’s a topic on my forum (on the new site, if you haven’t gotten to see it yet) about my one-woman show that I’m writing. I was wondering what your favorite entries have been. If you’d like to contribute, I’d love to hear what you think are some of your favorites.
We went back to the restaurant that Eric used to work at last night. Now, if you remember correctly, the last time we went I didn’t have such a pleasant experience, so I was wondering what was going to happen. We walked in and some girl threw her arms around Eric’s neck and said, “Oh, I’ve missed you!” Eric’s mom gave me a knowing glance. As we entered the floor area I spotted girl number one of the Valentine dinner get a look of extreme happiness on her face. She whispered to a friend and pointed, and made a bee line for where we were sitting.
“Aren’t you going to say hi?” she asked. They made small chit-chat and then she looked at me.
“How are you?” she asked.
Somehow I turned those daggers in my eye on just right as I said, “Fine. You?”
“Uh… good…I’m… just going over there.” and she left. She didn’t come back.
I sat back cleaning my whiskers as they brought over a bottle of wine. I didn’t care. I had won. I was polite but aggressive. I had claimed my space.
And then I realized that I was getting territorial towards a seventeen year old girl who just had a crush on my boyfriend. I drowned those thoughts in a glass of wine and then felt good about myself again.
I’m getting better. Slowly, but surely, I’m getting better.