Category: Pamie

  • Between Shows

    So last night, we sold out. That’s how it goes in theatre, I guess. I’m unused to how LA theatre works, but it appears that Megyn Price, our special guest of the night, has a good group of friends, the LA Times article helped, the Daily Bruin article helped, and the constant whining, bitching and…

  • Quietly.

    It’s 11:00 on a Friday night. I’m home alone. I’m wearing socks, shoes, jeans, a t-shirt, a heavy blue hoodie sweatshirt and a scarf. I’m still freezing. I’ve been sick for three days, and I just did my show. Despite the good review in today’s LA Times, we had a very small house. The smallest…

  • the beautiful ones.

    We were setting up the stage Friday afternoon, putting Glow-Tape along the edges of the platform. I was thinking about Glow-Tape, the glow-in-the-dark strips of tape that keep actors from falling on their faces in the dark, and how it was such a big part of my high school theatre experience. Glow-Tape reminds me of…

  • Damn.

    I had just written an entire entry and then my computer crashed. I guess it was a shitty entry, and fate wanted me to just forget it and move on. All I needed to say was that I now have DSL, which makes me very happy, as not having DSL made me want to cry…

  • This is Just a Preview

    So, the show has opened. Cue the swelling orchestra music. Cue the spotlight. Cue the bow. Thank you. Thank you. It was nothing. Thanks. Last night was kind of a preview, which means it’s a fancy dress rehearsal where people come and see the show as if it’s opening night because it kind of is…

  • I Love It. I Love It. I Truly, Truly Love It.

    Those are the opening lines to the show, and they’ve been pretty much playing in a loop inside my brain for two weeks. I am currently swimming in this show, surrounded in work. The copyeditor’s notes arrived today on the novel. It looks like a completely different language. I have to dive into the novel…

  • In the Clutch.

    Oh, man. It’s already 2003. Sorry I’ve been so absent. I had a good excuse, though. December was just the craziest month. First I was in Vegas, and then I was in Atlanta, and then Houston and then San Francisco, so I really didn’t get even a moment to come here and say hello to…

  • The Apology.

    Dear Child That I Don’t Have, But Might Have Someday, I feel I owe you an apology. You see, yesterday afternoon I got a clear vision of your future, and… I’m sorry to say, it doesn’t look pretty. Oh, it’s all innocent enough, but I got a glimpse of what it’ll be like for you…

  • Chris and Allison’s Wedding

    “I just want one of those damn entries out there to just be called ‘Chris and Allison’s Wedding.’ Is that so hard? Can’t it just say that and then talk about how pretty the wedding was?” I would have done that anyway, even if the bride hadn’t specifically requested it, because the wedding was perfect.…