On a defensive note, I don’t think there is ever going to be a line that I draw when it comes to hyphenating phrases. It’s just too useful to give up.
So let’s address the literal! I know, it’s this new thing I’m trying, I actually talk about things that don’t require heady metaphors. Don’t be surprised if I can twist the literal into the figurative, though; I’ve got a hankering for philosophy, and no good philosopher can make claims without painful metaphors.
I’m currently in two shows, which needless to say is a hefty horse. The first goes up next weekend and is a new show about a scared half-Jewish boy who learns to stand up for himself in Rio de Janeiro. If it isn’t obvious that I play an Instrument of God, then…well, actually, that’s the last thing I would have guessed. And yet I do and I am, and will be zealously grooving to latin beats in no time. The second show is comparatively more familiar: As You Like It, per Mr. Shakespeare. Talk about excited! I’m going to play the sinister older brother and romp about the woods. What excites me, though, is the Shakespeare; what a great opportunity I have been granted—I can’t wait to rise to the challenge and get into an ugly scrape with none other than my blood brother, Mr. Jared Nepute.
The third piece of news I must impart is that of my upcoming summer. While I wish I could say I was going to be spending the whole summer in that hot resort getaway, Filer, ID, I sadly must instead stick around New York for the month of May and then depart for Sharon, CT and a month-long production of The Wedding Singer. In it, I will be playing George, the keytar, and the tambourine. What is a keytar, you may ask? Ponder no longer, for this sweet baby is a keytar.
Success. I look forward to a June/July full of good weather, good friends, extreme rocking, and extreme drinking. Good plan? Definitely.
Speaking of, there’s a fair chance that the widely anticipated day of my 21st year of life is a week away. And what a day it will be! I’ll go to class at 9:30, not get out ‘til 6:30, and then dress rehearse my show until midnight! I anticipate I’ll be so funned out that I’ll just go to bed.
All the more reason to make this spring break full of adventure and mischief. Already I have written a three-page paper on Heidegger’s Philosophy of Art, slept in until 2:00pm, and eaten three boxes of cereal (that’s actually not a joke, I’ve eaten three boxes of cereal in one and a half days). Again, I’m overflowing with an extraordinary amount of unique, unbridled fun. And with that, it’s time to brave the rain and journey towards some unrill gourmet mac’n’cheese before a 6 hour, 6-midnight rehearsal. Epic day? No doubt.
