Hey Hey, Julian.
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revieloutionneWake up on Thursday. Put stripes in my hair. Rehearsal from 9-11, pretty uneventful, though this time it's in the room we'll be in to perform. We also decide to have a short rehearsal after the conference opening, at 11 that night. Oh, and the first thing Norma said to me (besides "You're trouble!" when first meeting me the night before) was "Your hair is so gay!" It took me a while to realize that she thought it was a character thing for John, and not just something I (who she could not have possibly yet known to be gay) did because, but I still got it was a compliment immediately.
Lunch. Awesome little pizza place on Franklin Street. Sarah Kollar corroborates Bryan's stories of point systems for hooking up at Jewish youth group conferences. Having heard so much from the three-day workshoppers about how much they want Julian Boal's babies already, Matt puts up a standing offer of twenty bucks for hooking up with Julian (making out counts). Back to the CDA for the one-day workshop, with Julian in his ill father's stead (he works with TO all the time, too, so it's not like it wasn't productive).
I don't get the Julian love. I mean, he's not unattractive, but... he's the kind of person you expect one person in your group to have the hots for, not most people. I am joined in my not-getting-it by the rest of the Red Fortress crew, to whom Sarah (who flew in the same day we drove) has already been accepted. The workshop goes well, there's a hot guy with a British accent working the conference (he was hot before the accent. He was inside-melty with). Red Fortress is already starting to get to know some of the Northern Iowa people we'll be familiar with by the end of the week. Bryan gets to be a maybe-racist in a quick Forum Theatre, except we find out afterward (not everyone, just those of us hanging out with him) that all his intent was was to get a beer, so accepting that he was shot down was in character for him, even though most of the conference assumed RAPIST! on his part and took issue with his choice to give up.
Dinner: oog. We have Zan go to getthe van so that we can get "uptown"* and back in our time limit. We wait an hour or so for the van. With about half an hour left, we give up and head into Cobb to order something in, and... there's the van, parked in front of the dorm. We stressstressstress uptown to get food, hoping to make it back for the opening of the conference (where Augusto Boal will be teleconferencing), and when four fo the lot of us (we split up to save time) head into Jimmy Johns, there's only one guy working, which is something heretofore thought impossible. Somehow, we made it back in time.
When sitting way far away in the audience, I sorta get the Julian!Love. And then I remember seeing him from closer, and remain confused. Augusto is nice, but not quite who I thought he'd be. I have to admit, I tranced out a couple times while he was talking. Julian tells the same stories about TO he told during the workshop. I'm glad that I wasn't at three-day, because he apologized for repeating himself at the one-day. The joke about Brazilian handgrenades was only sorta-funny once. Presentations from the three-day workshoppers, as examples of Forum Theatre and image work. Another British accent. Maji as the US Army. Stuff that's well-intentioned but a bit poorly executed.
And then rehearsal. Oh, rehearsal. We finish the scene work from the morning, beginning at my party scene. Amanda is working with the chorus in back as I monologue, and it's incredibly distracting, but Ann-Elizabeth either doesn't notice or doesn't care. Plus, the chorus got it: "I smell fruit," [clap]. I was giving a monologue the whole time Amanda was working with them and I got it before she felt she was finished. We finish the scene, and thelast scene, and then... speed through. With full emotion. In other words: the impossible. Sure, it helped our transitions and the beer pong scene, but growing resentment and feelings of second-class citizenship among a significant portion of one's cast is not what a director wants.
Then, we go to buy groceries to help fit meals into alotted time (and to save money). The place is named Harris Teeter, which of course gets mocked. We get foods for a couple meals, including some lunch meats because hey, we've gota fridge in the basement! Oh, and we get some drinks too, because we're theatre people. Drinking is what we do. We go back, find a nice spot to set up bas in the basement, and... the refrigerator is not where Bryan found it. The refirigerator is, in fact, nowhere. Lunch meats go into the ice machine. Drinks go into actors.** Good times are had by all. A rearrangement is had by the basement furniture. Then, sleep.
*Chapel Hill does not have an "uptown" in name (that we know of), but Franklin Street serves the exact purpose of Oxford's uptown, and in fact looks similar, if nicer. Hence, we do not ever speak of "going to Franklin Street," but of "going uptown".
**Matt and Dan don't drink. Matt as a rule, Dan because he's not a beer person. Hence "actors," and not "the actors."
Continued.
Lunch. Awesome little pizza place on Franklin Street. Sarah Kollar corroborates Bryan's stories of point systems for hooking up at Jewish youth group conferences. Having heard so much from the three-day workshoppers about how much they want Julian Boal's babies already, Matt puts up a standing offer of twenty bucks for hooking up with Julian (making out counts). Back to the CDA for the one-day workshop, with Julian in his ill father's stead (he works with TO all the time, too, so it's not like it wasn't productive).
I don't get the Julian love. I mean, he's not unattractive, but... he's the kind of person you expect one person in your group to have the hots for, not most people. I am joined in my not-getting-it by the rest of the Red Fortress crew, to whom Sarah (who flew in the same day we drove) has already been accepted. The workshop goes well, there's a hot guy with a British accent working the conference (he was hot before the accent. He was inside-melty with). Red Fortress is already starting to get to know some of the Northern Iowa people we'll be familiar with by the end of the week. Bryan gets to be a maybe-racist in a quick Forum Theatre, except we find out afterward (not everyone, just those of us hanging out with him) that all his intent was was to get a beer, so accepting that he was shot down was in character for him, even though most of the conference assumed RAPIST! on his part and took issue with his choice to give up.
Dinner: oog. We have Zan go to getthe van so that we can get "uptown"* and back in our time limit. We wait an hour or so for the van. With about half an hour left, we give up and head into Cobb to order something in, and... there's the van, parked in front of the dorm. We stressstressstress uptown to get food, hoping to make it back for the opening of the conference (where Augusto Boal will be teleconferencing), and when four fo the lot of us (we split up to save time) head into Jimmy Johns, there's only one guy working, which is something heretofore thought impossible. Somehow, we made it back in time.
When sitting way far away in the audience, I sorta get the Julian!Love. And then I remember seeing him from closer, and remain confused. Augusto is nice, but not quite who I thought he'd be. I have to admit, I tranced out a couple times while he was talking. Julian tells the same stories about TO he told during the workshop. I'm glad that I wasn't at three-day, because he apologized for repeating himself at the one-day. The joke about Brazilian handgrenades was only sorta-funny once. Presentations from the three-day workshoppers, as examples of Forum Theatre and image work. Another British accent. Maji as the US Army. Stuff that's well-intentioned but a bit poorly executed.
And then rehearsal. Oh, rehearsal. We finish the scene work from the morning, beginning at my party scene. Amanda is working with the chorus in back as I monologue, and it's incredibly distracting, but Ann-Elizabeth either doesn't notice or doesn't care. Plus, the chorus got it: "I smell fruit," [clap]. I was giving a monologue the whole time Amanda was working with them and I got it before she felt she was finished. We finish the scene, and thelast scene, and then... speed through. With full emotion. In other words: the impossible. Sure, it helped our transitions and the beer pong scene, but growing resentment and feelings of second-class citizenship among a significant portion of one's cast is not what a director wants.
Then, we go to buy groceries to help fit meals into alotted time (and to save money). The place is named Harris Teeter, which of course gets mocked. We get foods for a couple meals, including some lunch meats because hey, we've gota fridge in the basement! Oh, and we get some drinks too, because we're theatre people. Drinking is what we do. We go back, find a nice spot to set up bas in the basement, and... the refrigerator is not where Bryan found it. The refirigerator is, in fact, nowhere. Lunch meats go into the ice machine. Drinks go into actors.** Good times are had by all. A rearrangement is had by the basement furniture. Then, sleep.
*Chapel Hill does not have an "uptown" in name (that we know of), but Franklin Street serves the exact purpose of Oxford's uptown, and in fact looks similar, if nicer. Hence, we do not ever speak of "going to Franklin Street," but of "going uptown".
**Matt and Dan don't drink. Matt as a rule, Dan because he's not a beer person. Hence "actors," and not "the actors."
Continued.
