I went out last night, but the person I was going to meet didn’t make it, and I missed the email message because I went directly from the cast party for The Eight to the bar. I did end up dancing and having a relatively good time.
The closing night audience was wonderfully responsive and a joy to perform for, so a great note to go out on.
An amusing exchange when I was in the chat room after getting back. I mentioned in the room about having been in The Eight, and some 23 year old chimed in that he would have liked to have seen it. He then went on to say that he had really hated some of the shows he had seen at Directors Circle.
“Which ones?” I asked.
“Dracula was awful.”
“hmm”. (That was the previous show I was in, of course, but I didn’t say anything.)
“I liked some of Bent.”
‘Which parts?”
“The leads were very good, but the supporting cast wasn’t, for the most part. Some of them didn’t really seem like actors.” (Another show I had done previously and was one of the supporting case referred to.)
I quickly said that Jason, Scott and Brendan were very good. (Translation to Mr. Clueless person: I have just quickly referred to the first names of the cast of a play that ran 3 years ago, which would probably indicate that I have a connection to the show, and it might behoove you to moderate what you say.)
Actually, I think of myself as a mediocre actor at best, and I was oddly amused by how rude and clueless the guy was being. I privated a friend in the room and told him about it.
See, this is why the “I am SO over everything” attitude (which is usually more about one’s own insecurities), tends to trip folks up. I felt a little annoyed after the encounter, but mostly amused.






















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