Stepped back onto the factory floor last night with the first read-through of Brian Parks' The Invitation.
Excellent script, phenomenal cast, great early design thoughts.
Spent a lot of the time just laughing our asses off, always a good sign.
The weird thing on this job is that we have to stop for a week right in the middle of rehearsal to brush up Overlord and fly to Edinburgh and present it for the International Festival. And three-quarters of The Invitation cast is in Overlord, so we work like mad on The Invitation, get it humming, drop it, pick up Overlord, do that for a week, drop Overlord and swing back into The Invitation towards the end of August. Can't afford to miss a beat, the timing is all too tight. Invitation opens first week of September.
We've all done harder things together, but this is a new move, have to keep my eyes on the dance floor.
Keep on getting membership application for the League of Independent Theater, thanks all. Check it out at www.litny.org for info, background and membership application.
Damn Ann wins again with One for My Baby (And One More for the Road). No one loses, thank god, you are all Children of Buddha Nature, I suppose. Rose not-so-subtly mocks me and Ann and Ken for being her elders and growing slightly soft in the old brain-mush region.
You see what happens when you let your guard down with these kids? They're savages, just savages.
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Sorry, must have dozed off there.