Because Wednesdays are amazing. Wednesdays are a refresher course in why I love life. Wednesdays are consistently, extremely, hyperbolically amazing.
Today I saw "The 39 Steps," a play based on the Alfred Hitchcock movie. Of course, while the Hitch thriller was completely serious in its twisty turney-ness, the play was a complete farce (intentionally). There were four actors playing all 30-something roles, and truthfully this led to some creative and visually hilarious staging. Yes, it was funny. Yes, it was clever.
That being said, I wanted to personally elbow everyone in the theater in the esophagus. I've never seen a play get this much laughter for what was really just cute and clever. I switched seats at intermission because the woman next to me in the mezzanine kept musing (ALOUD!) that "This is so clever." Tragically, the woman I ended up sitting next to during the second act was incapable of normal human laughter. Instead of a chuckle, or even a snicker, she would substitute saying (ALOUD!) the phrase "That's funny" whenever something remotely funny happened.
Now, I hate it when people vocally and emphatically praise a mediocre play as they leave the theater. Just imagine my steam-blowing-out-my-earedness when my two neighbors did it DURING the show.
It really kills me because I'm sure the play was good enough for me to be able to say I just enjoyed it. I love Hitchcock. I love visual humor and clever staging. But forevermore will I have to remember "The 39 Steps" as the play that was good, but not that good.
To return my heart to an upright and happy position, I'll end on this note. Tonight at Fashion Design, we did (more) live model drawings. Taking my teacher's advice (proof that I've improved my ability to swallow my pride, considering she began her criticism with "If you want your drawings to look less cartoon-y), I drew a really stunning figure. Which the entire class was going apeshit over. I'm trying to stay humble, but I need to emphasize this fact so that later this week when I feel worthless (it happens once a week, at least) I'll remember back to Wednesday night when I was a fucking ace talent, superartist extrordinaire.
I'm a fucking ace talent, superartist extrordinaire.
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Dear F.A.T., S.E.: May all your days be Wednesdays! (Without the play interupting commentators.) Love you lots.
you're cool. i'm serious.
i got a job. and a call back. check me out, i'm kick ass.
is "apeshit" really one word? It's not ape Shit or ape-shit? interesting.
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