Wednesday, October 29, 2014

[Frankenstein]: that's a wrap! (Again.)


Sorry for the radio silence, blog friends. I’ve been busy schooling and writing and rehearsing. In the blink of an eye, the encore run of [Frankenstein] was here. In another blink, it was gone. 

My experience of these two performances (Monday, October 27 & Tuesday, October 28) was unique in that I was the only member of our cast and crew who got to sit down and watch the thing without a job to do. The few times I was able to stop myself from willing our tech cues to function properly and on time and actually consider what was in front of me, I smiled and enjoyed the realization of all our hard work. We received a lot of kind feedback about the changes we made to the show since our first run at Fringe, and our final performance last night was my favorite of them all. I am proud of what we did, and it was really nice to end on a high note with celebratory tacos. 

So, what’s next? 

Well, there’s no play in the works, but I am working on some freelance writing that will keep me pretty busy in the coming weeks, and I’m super excited about the art parties Harper and I are planning. We want to get together, hopefully weekly, and block a few hours of time exclusively for our individual creative projects. Once upon a time, I made all different kinds of 2D visual art, and I’d like to get back into that. I have a stack of inspiration images, the holidays are nearly upon us and, lucky for you all, I’ve once again decided to try to make or repurpose your gifts. It’s so easy to put off creative projects because there are so many things competing for my time. My hope is that being accountable to Harper about my art goals will help my progress and, in a lot of ways, she is the best cheerleader I’ve ever known. 

More good news: I’m ready to recommit to you. I’m thinking of another Novemblog challenge in which I force myself to write one entry per day. What do you think? Would you read them? 

I hope you all are doing well. Thanks especially to all of you who came to see [Frankenstein] or sent along kind words. I felt really supported, and I know that I am lucky. 
 

Monday, October 6, 2014

Short encore run of our 2014 Fringe Festival show, [Frankenstein], at the Know Theatre!

Harper and I are incredibly proud and happy to announce that the Know Theatre is remounting our 2014 Cincinnati Fringe Festival show, [Frankenstein], as part of its regular season. You can catch encore performances of #franktheplay on Monday, October 27, and Tuesday, October 28, just in time for Halloween. Both shows start at 8pm on the main stage at the Know Theatre (1120 Jackson Street, Cincinnati, Ohio 45202)

We're really exicted about this opportunity to get (most of) the gang back together and do this thing on a REAL stage with REAL blackouts and a REAL projection screen. This remount has given us a chance to consider the feedback we got after our first run; we've been reworking a few key scenes, developing even more soundscapes with Eli, and listening to a ton of Dylan's jokes along the way. If you saw us at Fringe (thank you!!), please consider coming back because this product will absolutely be different. We can't wait to hear what you think of version 2.0. 

You can read all of my posts about our first [Frankenstein] run here

Get [Frankenstein] tickets for October 27 and/or October 28 here.

Spead the word, friends. And, as always, thank you. 





Monday, September 29, 2014

On the floor in Sonya's room

I got a friendship piercing (left ear, middle cartilage) with my friend Sonya sometime during our freshman or sophomore year of college. Losers make bracelets, am I right? I think we went to a Claire's in a mall in Westerville. Apparently, the Claire's employee didn't know how to correctly operate the gun, so my piercing is slightly crooked and periodically un-heals itself. Sonya lost hers tragically in a hair brush accident about a year after we got them, but mine's still in place. I hope it always will be. 

In December, Sonya will have her first baby.

For some reason those facts feel linked. 

Two weeks ago we sat in Sonya's old bedroom at her parents' house and caught up before guests arrived for her baby shower. Sonya was curling her hair and I was sitting on the red carpet; we talked about our significant others, our parents, and all the strange and hilarious ways the body changes (beyond the obvious) during pregnancy. The room is a shrine to a moment in time-- photographs and yearbooks from late high school and scattered college memorabilia. We've sat in that space hundreds of times, and it was nice to be back there, physically and mentally. 

My own parents have moved out of my childhood home; my own shrine to that transformative time now lives in boxes in their basement. I am my adult self at my parents' new house, and that's not a bad thing. But I'll always be a teenager in Sonya's bedroom. I so cherish the elements of our teenage friendship that remain: the laughs, the jokes, and the memories. Few people have the handle on my timeline that Sonya does, and that history is special. As I get older, having other people who are responsible for keeping track of my story has become important. I hold close the histories of my friends as well, and in some ways our shared history informs our shared future. 

Today, I've been thinking about how comforting shared history can be in some cases and how hard it can be to overcome in others.

I'm really looking forward to meeting Sonya's little boy, and telling him silly stories about his magnetic mother when she was 14.  

Monday, September 15, 2014

It's just one of those things

On the way from Purdue University to Columbus very early Saturday morning, I looked down at my phone for a reason I don't remember and almost immediately heard a loud noise and felt the car jolt. When I looked up, Eli was maneuvering his Jeep to the right side of the road. I thought a tire had blown.

We got out and saw that the wheel well and under body had been knocked loose and was resting on the front right tire. There was steam.

E: You know what happened, right?

A: What do you mean?

E: We hit a deer. It jumped under the car at the last minute.

A: Oh my god, is it still under there?

We both looked. It wasn't.

I continue to be thankful that I didn't see the impact, and that the scene wasn't a bloody one.

Eli called AAA. After two unfortunate interactions with customer service representatives (one pinned us in Cincinnati and connected us with a tow truck in West Chester even though we were in Springfield, and the other hung up on us), the third representative identified a tow truck seven miles away and estimated he would be there in 40 minutes. Feel free to do that math. We did. 

I got out of the car to call my dad. My dad answered the phone, "I'll be right there," thinking we were at the front door of my parents' house ready to be let in. It was nearly 2AM, two hours into my dad's 60th birthday. I explained that we were actually 40 miles away sitting on I-70 E. Then, he offered to come pick us up. What a guy.

The tow truck arrived around 2:40AM. The tow truck man opened with: "Is that your mess back there?"

Then, he hoisted the Jeep up onto the truck, and struggled with one of the securing cables until we felt it snap. The tow truck lurched forward. When he got back in the cab, the man explained that, because the cable broke, he had to secure the Jeep in a way he was "less comfortable" with. In my mind's eye, I saw the Jeep flying off the back of the truck, or worse, the truck dragging a half-connected, flailing Jeep at 50mph, sparks flying. I disconnected from that potential problem immediately in an effort to remain calm. 

The man started driving and told us he was going to "take it easy" on the way to the auto repair shop. We rode in silence until about half way through the five mile drive, when the tow truck man pulled over without warning on the side of a completely dark, deserted street to "check the security of the connection."

A: (whispered) Is he about to kill us?

E: I think so.

I wish I could properly explain how creepy this drive was, and how long each mile felt. I don't believe that anyone lives in Springfield, Ohio. I didn't see a single person besides Eli and the tow truck man on the entire trip into town, and a black cat crossed the street in front of us...twice. The tow truck man gave a guided tour of Springfield's abandoned warehouses until, mercifully, we arrived at the shop where my dad and brother were waiting.

We left Eli's jeep in Springfield and finally got to my parents' house around 4:15AM. 

My dad's refrain throughout this three hour ordeal was, "it's just one of those things." 

When the tow truck man wasn't creeping me the eff out, he told us about a job he did last week wherein the person he was towing didn't have anyone to come get him. I'm not sure if the tow truck man ended up giving him a lift home or what, but I sure did feel thankful for all of the support in my life. Eli's Jeep may not be okay, but we are. 

What's more, we're super fortunate to have a network of people we can rely on to pick us up in Springfield in the middle of the night. As annoying as the whole thing was (poor deer, poor Jeep), I came out of it feeling lucky.