as promised...

here are a bunch of new rehearsal pictures taken by a nice fellow named Serge - he was the photographer from our Flash and Trash Beer Prom (see my first post). there were over 200 photos to choose from, but i think i picked out some gems.

if, after you take in these beauties, you need to see more, click on the shalimar link on the left side of this page. (i warn you, though, the shalimar blog has a shot of me with a naked back. scandalous.)

and since this is MY blog and you have come to read about ME, i am purely selfish in picking out the shots that include ME. some of them only ME, some of them ME and some other people. get over it, it's ME time.

ok, so this one is not me

Rehearsals Reschmearsals

it's been a while. let's dive right in...

we are now only one week away from our New York City opening and things are getting crazy. but crazy in a good way. not like Mommy Dearest crazy, more like Robin Williams crazy...only with less arm hair. why so crazy? well, it has to do with the blessing/curse that comes along with doing a new piece of theatre - things are constantly changing. whether it be through some sort of improvisation, a suggestion of a company member, or a recent news item from US Weekly, every day i come to rehearsal i can be guaranteed of one thing: the play has changed. the positive spin on this is that we are able to take potential problem spots in the play and make them better. the downside is that its pretty damn difficult to remember what the last change was. sure yesterday i did a dance move that i'm pretty sure was cut 3 weeks ago. i did it well, though, and with a lot of panache.

speaking of dancing, did you know there is dancing in the play? quite a bit, actually. 4 dance numbers, 5 songs, and a boxing match.

here are some recent rehearsal pictures. i'll try to get some of the dancing and boxing tonight.

Atticus Rowe reading a trashy magazine.
he plays Theseus, my war hero father.

(left to right) Joey, Marissa, and Laura - the paparazzi.
Laura doesn't usually looks so pissed.
in the background you can see the
aforementioned Atticus and Kim, my step-mother.

Shoni, the director.
she is directing. and by directing i mean blindly pointing.

here's a really artsy fartsy picture of Atticus and Kim dancing. or something...