File under “I’m Just a Girl Who Can’t Say ‘No’.”
I thought my summer was going to be a slow one. Nothing to do, really, other than mount Hedwig, which, while not the simplest play to put together, should be, more or less, a labor of love. Then we decided to expand the play’s marketing plan with special Hedwig appearances (e.g. sending her out to open K-Marts, do book signings, guest dj on the local German punk rock station, the usual stuff), which’ll require extra strategic planning and headaches and BC powder. And then, of course, I’d forgotten that Jonno and I are moving soon; we hope to be in the new house in another couple of weeks, mid- to late-June maybe–which is great, sure, but along with that come a series of headaches: packing, schlepping, unpacking, cleaning the old apartment, finding new tenants for it.
Then things got even more complicated: the owner of Le Chat Noir, the venue in which we’ve been doing the cabaret, asked if we’d be interested in keeping the show up all summer long. I was flattered; Barbara’s a savvy business woman and producer, and she knows what sells; if she likes it, that’s a pretty nice compliment in my book. So, since flattery’ll get you everywhere with me, I said “Sure, we’ll figure out a way to keep it going through August,” temporarily forgetting that the show has a rotating line-up of performers, meaning that I’ve now got a summer’s worth of torchsingers and jugglers and ventriloquists to line up.
I know, I know: the whining seems pretty disingenuous. I mean, what have I got to complain about? One play on the boards, another cool play on the horizon, and a new house around the bend. Sure, I’m very happy, but I’m also very, very tired. I wanna spend time with my boyfriend and time with my dogs and, well, I can do without the cat, but I’d like to get out of town more often to see my dad and brothers and my buddy Lesley in Jackson, and, well, maybe just spend the day…I dunno, fishing maybe. A break. A big, fat, mindless break.
Calgon, you know what to do….
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