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It was a loooong weekend, but tons of fun. My cousin and I hung out Friday night--I met her and her friend at the Blue Point on the corner of 46th & 9th (a cute new place in HK, with lots of color accents and recessed lighting--one of those More New York Than Thou places). Then we headed for the secret bar--Roslyn has been there before but her friend, who is this adorable half-Puerto Rican, half-Jewish/Polish girl who is just all kinds of 19 years old awkward and sweet, was in awe of the place. She was especially thrilled when I got beers for them, and didn't even pay (some very nice guy at the bar with whom I chatted for a little bit paid for my order).
Saturday, I got to rehearsal early, so Mickey could play for me the music he'd composed for the Bergomask, and I could put some blocking/'ography together for it. Something occurred to me pretty quickly, some very basic 'ography with the R&J kind of courtly dance with the palm to palm stuff, and some bowing. This is actually right on target, since the definition is "a clumsy rustic dance (cf. Shakespeare, Midsummer Night's Dream, v. 360) copied from the natives of Bergamo, reputed to be very awkward in their manners." Mickey said that he'd been thinking along the same lines. Good that the team is all on the same page.
The cast and Jason arrived at 12, and I taught the Mechanicals the dance. The other cast members were sitting and watching, and some would make comments or jokes which is fine but after awhile it got to be a little disorganized and social. I had to lay down the smackdown so the Mechanicals could concentrate. I'd brought Duncan his Bottom ears and nose--the nose looks HILARIOUS. Ears are a little slidy though. Gotta anchor them babies.
The runthrough went fine. We are in excellent shape.
After rehearsal I went home and changed for drinks at the Yale Club, one of the events on the agenda for Lisa Pierce's wedding. I was all kinds of prepped out, in a periwinkle blue eyelet cut dress with a pink, bejeweled belt, pink pumps, coral lipstick and my coral Kate Spade bag. And pearls, of course. Preps represent! I hung out with Lisa's parents and friends for a bit, then left for another wedding event, a walking tour of Grand Central Station that my parents and my brother, his wife and their baby son also attended. The tour was fascinating, combining two interests of mine, history and architecture. I learned about Beaux Arts architecture, and the Campbell apartment (an apartment that was hidden in GCS for many years--it's now a cocktail lounge) and the whispering gallery and that the clock faces in the middle of the main terminal is made entirely of opal. Also, GCS (or, as it's correctly termed, Grand Central Terminal) is a celebration of rail travel, and right near by is the Chrysler Building (travel by auto) and the MetLife building which used to be the PanAm Building (travel by air--and it's designed in the shape of a propeller, with the tapered edges). So cool! There seemed to be such a spirit of optimism in design back then--a lot of the design of GCT was intended to exalt Man, to make us like Gods. It's interesting that this spirit lasted even through the '30s (you can see it in the friezes of Prometheus in Rockefeller Center), when the Depression was in full swing.
After that I headed out to Queens for Sami and Silas's doodad. Since I didn't think I'd be able to go until that morning, I didn't have anything prepared but I earned my keep by whipping up some margs when I got there. Attend-the-tale-of-Katie-Stodd (our Peter Quince) was there, as was Paul (Flute), Dana (Helena), Mickey and Jason. Had so much fun! I slurped margs and had remember-when conversations with Paul (we go waaaaay back) and talked with Mickey about my planned cabaret this winter and which potential hotties in the Midsummer cast. I would make a good pimp. I just want to see people happy!
I left around midnight (I think?) to meet with Roslyn and her friend again. We wanted to go to Vnyl but the kitchen was closed (the girls were hungry) so we went to Galaxy (which has reopened!). The funny thing was, when we entered Vnyl I got some rather snarky looks based on my preppy look--I wanted to say "Guys, I don't normally dress like this! I had to revert to my roots for the day, but I'm much hipper than this, I promise!"
It was a loooong weekend, but tons of fun. My cousin and I hung out Friday night--I met her and her friend at the Blue Point on the corner of 46th & 9th (a cute new place in HK, with lots of color accents and recessed lighting--one of those More New York Than Thou places). Then we headed for the secret bar--Roslyn has been there before but her friend, who is this adorable half-Puerto Rican, half-Jewish/Polish girl who is just all kinds of 19 years old awkward and sweet, was in awe of the place. She was especially thrilled when I got beers for them, and didn't even pay (some very nice guy at the bar with whom I chatted for a little bit paid for my order).
Saturday, I got to rehearsal early, so Mickey could play for me the music he'd composed for the Bergomask, and I could put some blocking/'ography together for it. Something occurred to me pretty quickly, some very basic 'ography with the R&J kind of courtly dance with the palm to palm stuff, and some bowing. This is actually right on target, since the definition is "a clumsy rustic dance (cf. Shakespeare, Midsummer Night's Dream, v. 360) copied from the natives of Bergamo, reputed to be very awkward in their manners." Mickey said that he'd been thinking along the same lines. Good that the team is all on the same page.
The cast and Jason arrived at 12, and I taught the Mechanicals the dance. The other cast members were sitting and watching, and some would make comments or jokes which is fine but after awhile it got to be a little disorganized and social. I had to lay down the smackdown so the Mechanicals could concentrate. I'd brought Duncan his Bottom ears and nose--the nose looks HILARIOUS. Ears are a little slidy though. Gotta anchor them babies.
The runthrough went fine. We are in excellent shape.
After rehearsal I went home and changed for drinks at the Yale Club, one of the events on the agenda for Lisa Pierce's wedding. I was all kinds of prepped out, in a periwinkle blue eyelet cut dress with a pink, bejeweled belt, pink pumps, coral lipstick and my coral Kate Spade bag. And pearls, of course. Preps represent! I hung out with Lisa's parents and friends for a bit, then left for another wedding event, a walking tour of Grand Central Station that my parents and my brother, his wife and their baby son also attended. The tour was fascinating, combining two interests of mine, history and architecture. I learned about Beaux Arts architecture, and the Campbell apartment (an apartment that was hidden in GCS for many years--it's now a cocktail lounge) and the whispering gallery and that the clock faces in the middle of the main terminal is made entirely of opal. Also, GCS (or, as it's correctly termed, Grand Central Terminal) is a celebration of rail travel, and right near by is the Chrysler Building (travel by auto) and the MetLife building which used to be the PanAm Building (travel by air--and it's designed in the shape of a propeller, with the tapered edges). So cool! There seemed to be such a spirit of optimism in design back then--a lot of the design of GCT was intended to exalt Man, to make us like Gods. It's interesting that this spirit lasted even through the '30s (you can see it in the friezes of Prometheus in Rockefeller Center), when the Depression was in full swing.
After that I headed out to Queens for Sami and Silas's doodad. Since I didn't think I'd be able to go until that morning, I didn't have anything prepared but I earned my keep by whipping up some margs when I got there. Attend-the-tale-of-Katie-Stodd (our Peter Quince) was there, as was Paul (Flute), Dana (Helena), Mickey and Jason. Had so much fun! I slurped margs and had remember-when conversations with Paul (we go waaaaay back) and talked with Mickey about my planned cabaret this winter and which potential hotties in the Midsummer cast. I would make a good pimp. I just want to see people happy!
I left around midnight (I think?) to meet with Roslyn and her friend again. We wanted to go to Vnyl but the kitchen was closed (the girls were hungry) so we went to Galaxy (which has reopened!). The funny thing was, when we entered Vnyl I got some rather snarky looks based on my preppy look--I wanted to say "Guys, I don't normally dress like this! I had to revert to my roots for the day, but I'm much hipper than this, I promise!"
