Times Like These...

Corky St. Clair: My first show was Barefoot in the Park, which was an absolute smash, but my production on the stage of Backdraft was what really got them excited. This whole idea of 'In Your Face' theatre really affected them. The conceptualization, the whole abstraction, the obtuseness of this production to me was what was interesting. I wanted the audience to feel the heat from the fire, the fear, because people don't like fire, poked, poked in their noses, you know when you get a cinder from a barbeque right on the end of your nose and you kind of make that face, you know, that's not a good thing, and I wanted them to have the sense memory of that. So during the show I had someone burn newspapers and send it through the vents in the theatre. And well, they freaked out, and 'course the fire Marshall came over and they shut us down for a couple of days.

-Waiting for Guffman

I'm starting to like this idea of blogging more frequently. It's a lot easier to remember shit this way; if I just talk about it right after it happens. Anyway, I had a pretty fun weekend. Didn't have to work on Friday, so I grabbed some dinner at Firewok with Alex (who was sick from allergies). On our way to dinner, he was having trouble breathing so we made a detour back to his house to get his asthma pump. As we were driving, I noticed a jogger on the sidewalk who looked really excited to be running. He was listening to music and kept throwing his arms up in the air like he just won a race...I about shat myself laughing. Theeeen, after we picked up the pump, we saw him at an intersection bobbing his head up and down, smilling, and punching the air...I believe he was suffering from daylight hallucinations. I didn't think fast enough to get a picture or video clip though...

Fried rice and shrimp...and my middle finger


I guess the most exciting part of my weekend was on Friday night. I brought Cranium with me to Mary's so we could party like crazy and play a few games (sarcasm). It was sitting in my passenger seat, so when I got out of the car, I took it in both hands forgetting that my keys were still in the ignition. Needless to say, I didn't realize my mistake until 1:30am when I was leaving. Mary, Becca, and Brittany drove me back to my house where I planned to get the spare key. I got a key, and we drove back. Unfortunately, it was the wrong fucking key...it just looked exactly like mine. Sooo I called my mom (again) and she let me know that she had a spare on her key chain. (It would've been helpful to know this before) We started driving back to my house when I realized that I had left my wallet on top of my car, so we we u-turned and drove back to Mary's. Confused yet? Anyway, I got my wallet, drove back to my house w/ the girls, got the correct key, drove back, and got home around 2:45am...I felt so bad that they all came with me b/c of my stupidity, so after work on Saturday I bought them some flowers to make up for mishap. I think I'm going to cook them dinner this week too, to thank them. I can make a kickass greek salad thanks to Laura.

That's enough story time for now so have fun looking at the photos:

My Velociraptor immitation. (I had grapes in my mouth) I look more like a "Who" from Dr. Seuss books...


Mary's fourth roomate, Lucky. I'm pretty sure he's a homosexual cat.


Riding in cars with girls...this is at like 2am when I locked my keys in my car.


Mary is a crazy motherfucker


The shitty corkscrew we bought at HEB broke, so we improvised.


Peace


Laters for now!