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Gwendolen & Cecily Mexi-Fro-Yo

16 Jun


This evening, Gwendolen invited Cecily over for some girl time. 

…This turned into six hours of multiple short walks, fajita cooking ventures, a fro-yo run, visiting a Hollywood celebrity, eating, watching part of a movie, swilling some wine, and talking about a lot of everythings.

Given how much they achieve in merely two-hours of stage time, it is to be expected that they can easily fill six additional hours with no problem in the least.

…And never manage to run out of conversation.

…Or cake.*

Opening week is now behind us. 

…I’m told we held at the initial weekend average attendance of 77%, putting us already in the black.  And only one of the reviews has come out.  So with the heavy press hit this week, we should be livin’ sweet come Thursday.  Patrons this weekend were buying out entire seating sections for bringing more people to see it again…which I think you will agree is a very good sign that we are on task for putting smiles on faces.

…And the people who don’t smile are prob’ly vegetarians anyway.*

Off now, for a bit of a rest.

…Our costumes, for a bit of a dry-clean.

And as Jack’s face is removed from everyone’s blouses, jackets, and trousers, the women breathe corset free for three whole days.* 

…Not that we mind the restrictions so much as the heat and hideous post-show markings they leave on our bodies. Like canvas-sacked prunes.

…Which is basically how I feel right now.

Back to the Pilates n’ walks again, starting tomorrow. 

…And (I suppose) start looking at the lines for the next show.

…But first: BED!  SLEEP!

And a Monday.


(* show joke entered here.)

The Madding Crowd

12 Jun


The Pilates ball has been yelling at me for the past two days. 

…I haven’t had even ten minutes to give it so much as a second glance in that time.

…In fact, the only reason why I’ve even gone into the living room (where it rooms and boards) since then, is to plug in my phone for juicing. So it’s been quite easy to ignore the bubble gum pink elephant in the room.

Look:  It’s been a long two days.

Numbers at work were huge this last weekend…giant, in fact.  We were number one sales in the Nation.  Us.  The shitty little no-man’s-land that is our office (of all things.)  Which is weird. It’s like Twilight Zone, weird. It’s like Alien invasion, weird.  It’s like 120 new contracts weird.

…So I’ve been doing that. Non stop. 

…And yesterday’s rehearsal call was early: so, zero leeway there.  And tonight’s moving to 6:30, with no lunch, meant I needed to uber schedule some serious dinner carbs, or I’d either be falling over or falling asleep only slightly after tonight’s curtain.

…During which time, it became painfully evident that WE NEED A FUCKING AUDIENCE. 

The poor bastards stuck watching us night after night, have done their duty above and beyond in trying to feed our egos with laughs, but lets face it: nothing is funny the 500th time.

…Except if pain is involved.

…And it isn’t yours.

…But this isn’t that kind of show.

…So that is where we were.

If I wasn’t so poor I would personally pay people off the street to come and fill the house for tomorrow’s Preview.  We are in desperate need of reactions…to anything…at any point…for any reason, really.

So if you’re in town: it’s Pay-What-You-Can, which equals “Free” if you want it to.

Curtain is at 8.

I will eternally love you.

…Or at least, owe you a drink.


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