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Marie's Crisis
So yesterday was the Busybusybusy Day From Hell--3 auditions, plus two temp jobs and the Spotlight On party. My last audition went over a bit so I got to the SO party late, around 10:00, by which time they were packing up. I spoke to Frank et al. (I got your makeup bag, Paula) for a bit and then decided, since it was still fairly early, to go to Marie's Crisis. It's pretty rare for me to go out by myself, but it's Marie's--obviously I didn't think anyone would hit on me. It was not at all crowded--I got a seat at the bar immediately. They were in the middle of singing "I Know Him So Well" from Chess and the pianist was trying to think of what to do next, and I suggested "Someone Else's Story" (also from Chess). He eyeballed me and said "Do you sing that?" I said yes, so I did--I should've had him take it up a half- or whole step, because it did feel a little low. Then we sang a bunch of other things--there was a sweet girl on my right and another girl across the bar who kept getting the monologues and spoken lead-ins to songs wrong. She messed up "Dance: 10, Looks: 3" AND "Nothing." There was also an extremely drunk gay guy who looked like a black-haired Martin Short who I was nice to at first, and then he started getting on my nerves. Just being loud and really sloppy. At one point, after the tip jar had been passed around, he stood very close to me and started talking about "the bitches" at one of those tables--I'm not sure why they earned that sobriquet (maybe they didn't tip?)--but I smiled briefly and turned back to the pianist. I don't want drama, I just wanna sit here and sing showtunes. It's difficult to say something in those situations because MC's is like a living room or something, very friendly and you dont't want to cause trouble, but he was really annoying and loud. I wish the bartender or someone would step in in those situations.
There was a nice gay guy named Derek sitting on my left with whom I was singing who got up after awhile and moved to to other side of the bar to get away from Annoying Gay Drunk Guy. Then a really big guy--he must've been at least 300 pounds--sat down where the other guy had been. Okay, what is it with the looking thing? This guy did not stop looking at me. There was a whole barroom full of people, including the pianist and a bunch of people across the piano, but during every single song, this guy kept looking back at me. I figured he was straight from that, and then he later proved it. The pianist started playing "Aquarius/Let the Sun Shine In" and afterward I asked if he knew "Frank Mills" or "The Flesh Failures." He didn't even know what the last one was--I had to explain to him it was the lead in to "Let the Sun Shine In" and I started singing it: "We starve, look/At one another, short of breath/Walking proudly in our winter coats/Wearing smells from laboratories/Facing a dying nation..." Fat Guy says to me "Did you do that show?" I said yes, he said "I'm sure you didn't do the nude scene." I said, of course I did. He said smarmily "Oh, I would've like to have seen that production. " Oh BARF. What the hell? Why would you say that to someone you don't know? Do you honestly feel that's appropriate repartee at a (implicitly) GAY BAR? Where a lone woman goes so she WON'T BE HIT ON? Fuck you, you Fat Fuck. You'll never get laid with game like that.
The thing is, it's really difficult to say these things, or even think them at the time. As I said, it's Marie's, it's a nice cozy place, you don't want to cause trouble. I didn't even realize how annoyed I was at this guy until later--I tried to ignore him as much as possible. Later I thought--maybe I could've said "Why would you say that?" Or even "Why are you staring at me?" (WTF is it with the staring, BTW? Do men not have a clue how annoying/disturbing that is? Newsflash--if I'm not looking back, I'M NOT INTERESTED. Get a fucking clue.)
Later, I sang "Suddenly Seymour" with the guy on my right. It felt really good, for once. That was fun.
As I started to leave, Fat Guy says to me, smarmily, "I assume you're in the business?" Ooh yeah, we're such jaded colleagues, you and I. NOT. I assume that kind of arch, smarmy facade is some sort of protection, because I'm sure the guy gets shot down all the time. I love Marie's and of course will go back, it's just annoying that I get hit on by Fat Bastard at a GAY BAR. You'd think there of all places I'd be safe.
There was a nice gay guy named Derek sitting on my left with whom I was singing who got up after awhile and moved to to other side of the bar to get away from Annoying Gay Drunk Guy. Then a really big guy--he must've been at least 300 pounds--sat down where the other guy had been. Okay, what is it with the looking thing? This guy did not stop looking at me. There was a whole barroom full of people, including the pianist and a bunch of people across the piano, but during every single song, this guy kept looking back at me. I figured he was straight from that, and then he later proved it. The pianist started playing "Aquarius/Let the Sun Shine In" and afterward I asked if he knew "Frank Mills" or "The Flesh Failures." He didn't even know what the last one was--I had to explain to him it was the lead in to "Let the Sun Shine In" and I started singing it: "We starve, look/At one another, short of breath/Walking proudly in our winter coats/Wearing smells from laboratories/Facing a dying nation..." Fat Guy says to me "Did you do that show?" I said yes, he said "I'm sure you didn't do the nude scene." I said, of course I did. He said smarmily "Oh, I would've like to have seen that production. " Oh BARF. What the hell? Why would you say that to someone you don't know? Do you honestly feel that's appropriate repartee at a (implicitly) GAY BAR? Where a lone woman goes so she WON'T BE HIT ON? Fuck you, you Fat Fuck. You'll never get laid with game like that.
The thing is, it's really difficult to say these things, or even think them at the time. As I said, it's Marie's, it's a nice cozy place, you don't want to cause trouble. I didn't even realize how annoyed I was at this guy until later--I tried to ignore him as much as possible. Later I thought--maybe I could've said "Why would you say that?" Or even "Why are you staring at me?" (WTF is it with the staring, BTW? Do men not have a clue how annoying/disturbing that is? Newsflash--if I'm not looking back, I'M NOT INTERESTED. Get a fucking clue.)
Later, I sang "Suddenly Seymour" with the guy on my right. It felt really good, for once. That was fun.
As I started to leave, Fat Guy says to me, smarmily, "I assume you're in the business?" Ooh yeah, we're such jaded colleagues, you and I. NOT. I assume that kind of arch, smarmy facade is some sort of protection, because I'm sure the guy gets shot down all the time. I love Marie's and of course will go back, it's just annoying that I get hit on by Fat Bastard at a GAY BAR. You'd think there of all places I'd be safe.
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Women are so freakin' complicated.