not to judge something until i’ve understood its context and seen it as a whole.
the vagina monologues is not emotionally manipulative.
the words are real words said by real women.
i am very glad i took on the role
and i am so very grateful for being able to be a part of such a strong cast.
jesse in the dressing room.
christina in memory of her face.
“then t. then sharp certain tangy t!” charlie in reclaiming cunt.
“women would be coming on the subway. uuhhh!”
elizabeth gets me everytime with this line.
my performance-wise, friday night felt awkward.
brandon said, “it had the potential, it but wasn’t quite there.”
i felt like the weakest link.
saturday night felt good. really good.
i was still shaking from the monologue when i got back in my seat.
the old lady next to me with this huge, white afro said, “very good job.”
saturday night, i had the cast party at my house.
it’s so weird to see actors i admire and respect,
transform into crazy drunk college girls.
(christina and elizabeth)
i’m not one to gossip, so yeah, very fun night dancing around
in the kitchen and the chill room to old school madonna and beastie boys.
sunday, i felt partially responsible for the girls slipping on their lines.
i mean, i did feed them alcohol until 4am the previous night. :(
i didn’t do so well. distracted.
but this play has re-sparked my love for theatre.
currently listening to:
the girls went NUTS when i dropped