Life Imitating Art
A few weeks ago, dear Tania mentioned that it was the play's fault for certain new behavioral paterns that she might be developing. I now truly understand what she meant.
In the timeline of my show, prior to the beginning of the play, my character has just ripped off a supermarket. Some of our character development exercises have included improvs where I go through the process of ripping off said supermarket. After rehearsal last Friday night, I stopped by the 24-hour Loeb (yay for 24 hour convenience!) to pick up some orange juice.
Do you see where I'm going with this?
So I'm standing in front of the two-bite brownies (mmmmm, two-bite brownies!) and, man, do I want those two-bite brownies. And as has become habit in rehearsal, I look to the left and I look to the right and I grab the brownies and OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING!?! I was just about to put it in my coat! Thank God I caught myself in time and dropped it in the basket.
Needless to say I was really weirded out by the whole experience. Do you think the nice people at Loeb would have accepted the "I'm just rehearsing for a play" excuse?
Therefore, dear readers, please do not leave any food lying around that you would not like to lose because you'd be surprised at what a girl can stuff into her bra when forced to it.
Hey, at least I'm getting into character.
In the timeline of my show, prior to the beginning of the play, my character has just ripped off a supermarket. Some of our character development exercises have included improvs where I go through the process of ripping off said supermarket. After rehearsal last Friday night, I stopped by the 24-hour Loeb (yay for 24 hour convenience!) to pick up some orange juice.
Do you see where I'm going with this?
So I'm standing in front of the two-bite brownies (mmmmm, two-bite brownies!) and, man, do I want those two-bite brownies. And as has become habit in rehearsal, I look to the left and I look to the right and I grab the brownies and OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING!?! I was just about to put it in my coat! Thank God I caught myself in time and dropped it in the basket.
Needless to say I was really weirded out by the whole experience. Do you think the nice people at Loeb would have accepted the "I'm just rehearsing for a play" excuse?
Therefore, dear readers, please do not leave any food lying around that you would not like to lose because you'd be surprised at what a girl can stuff into her bra when forced to it.
Hey, at least I'm getting into character.
posted by Nancy Kenny at
1:03 PM
4 Comments:
How wynona rider of you!
Remember that time you tried to put the nacho cheese mix in your purse?
er... wait...
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Darcy, at 4:02 PM
ouch!
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Mme H, at 11:32 PM
As I recall Darcy, you were the one trying to hide the nacho cheese in my purse and if not for my intervention, you would have gotten away with it :p
And in response to Deb: probably. But then again, that's why my boyfriend and sister have stable government jobs to support my poor, hungry, homeless, but artistic!, ass.
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Nancy Kenny, at 11:37 PM
Well I'm glad you and Antonia have bonded so closely... Maybe a little too closely?
btw, I've posted some of my pics on my space... you should have a look
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