Ginger's follies, foibles and fixations.
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| You Listen to Me, Mr. Kick-Ass Ginger's follies, foibles and fixations. |
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Saturday, October 26, 2002 RIP Richard Harris Our beloved Professor Dumbledore is no more... sigh! posted by Ginger | 6:08 PM Friday, October 25, 2002 What Time is it? I Say, What Time is It? Why, it's Time for The Friday Five! 1. What is your favorite scary movie? Well one movie I could watch again and again (and have, come to think of it) is Seven (or "Se7en", depending on your film-geekiness). But really it's a thriller--more disturbing-ass creepy than scary. The last movie I remember scaring the bejeezus out of me was The Omen, and that wasn't so long ago, actually. I also find Halloween and The Exorcist well-deserving of their classic status. I guess I just prefer the 70's era fright to whatever they try to pass off as scary these days (13 Ghosts, Jeepers Creepers? Whatever...) 2. What is your favorite Halloween treat? Those tiny-sized Three Musketeers bars. God, I could eat a crate of them, so best that I stay far, far away. 3. Do you dress up for Halloween? If so, describe your best Halloween costume. I don't always, and if I do it's quite often a very last-minute, "what can I throw on before running out the door to the bar/party I was unexpectely invited to?" sort of thing. But I did have two banner years in a row back in college. I think it was '89 or '90, during one of the earliest winter blizzards in Nebraska memory when I was a spot-on Slash, complete with top hat, cascading black curly wig, dangling (unlit) cigarette, leather jacket topped with denim vest, alluringly unbuttoned Levis, and guitar. Being "in character," I stumbled around the party with a 40-oz. of some hideous American beer, and nobody but NOBODY recognized me. It was all fun and games until someone got hurt -- in this case when I wheeled around and accidentally whopped my friend Beth right in the eye with the guitar. She got a black eye and I have never felt so horrible in my life. The next year, in direct contrast to the previous year, it was a balmy 80-plus degree evening. Lucky for me, I planned to wrap myself entirely in plastic and go out as Laura Palmer, the doomed heroine of cult fave Twin Peaks. I painted myself a corpse-ish white-blue and donned a messy blonde wig. The plastic wrap looked more like a industrial prom dress than anything, but it got the point across and I ended up winning a costume contest. 4. Do you enjoy going to haunted houses or other spooky events? What is a "spooky event" -- a late-night ride on the G train? If, by "haunted house," you mean the local JayCees getting together in a church basement to put your hands in cold spaghetti then no, I don't enjoy. I am fond of Disneyland's Haunted Mansion, though. That thing rocks. 5. Will you dress up for Halloween this year? I've no plans. Though last year I didn't either, and I ended up having a good time, and meeting David Cross. posted by Ginger | 10:26 AM Happy Birthday, Dad! posted by Ginger | 10:20 AM Thursday, October 24, 2002 Leave it to Me to Find the Cool Places One day I just happened to walk by this place, it looked cool, I took a brochure, made a call and signed up for a class. It has now been named The Best Place to Knit in New York. And believe me, with as trendy as knitting has gotten the past few years, that's saying something. posted by Ginger | 12:36 AM Wednesday, October 23, 2002 Happy Birthday, James! posted by Ginger | 12:02 PM Tuesday, October 22, 2002 Speed-bump--or Sheer 100-foot Drop--on the Way to Happiness? Was told today that some (gay) fellow attendees at the aforementioned birthday party suspect the cute-boy massager is in fact gay. Apparently I was entirely unaware of this is-he-or-isn't-he argument raging on the sidelines. I argue no, he has written (and played for me) love songs to girls. At least one girl. I think he said it was a girl. Maybe it wasn't a girl. Shit. No, no, I'm pretty sure he said it was about a girl. He said something about an ex-girlfriend. I think. But that could have been a girl-who-is-a-friend, or one of those college "experiments." Nah, I'm usually pretty good at picking up these things and he sure seems straight to me. I mean, ANY musical-theater guy falls naturally under suspicion, and I would have readily believed he was gay if everything he said and did didn't seem to indicate otherwise. No self-respecting gay man would wear the same sweatpants to every rehearsal, for God's sake. Besides, Mike told me he thought the guy wanted to sleep with me, and I hadn't even brought it up. Oh, what the hell. As long as he keeps flirting with me, I hardly care. posted by Ginger | 11:33 PM Dude, What a Co-Inky-Dink! Carrie, with whom I have nothing in common, but whose blog I've been reading regularly for some time now, shares my birthday! What're the chances? posted by Ginger | 10:47 PM Happy Birthday to...Zac Hanson! I had a lovely birthday--now my third in a row here in New York City, in fact. Two years ago I was visiting with my sister for a weekend, trying to convince her to move here, not thinking it would be me less than a year later. We caught one of the first previews of The Rocky Horror Show revival, as the Subway series raged on (I was still hurt my beloved Mariners got shut down at the 11th hour), starring Joan Jett in low-slung leather pants and the luscious Raul Esparza as Riff-Raff, now Wilkomen-ing with Molly Ringwald in Cabaret. Which, come to think of it, I also saw on my birthday in 2000, a matinee, except then it was with the decidedly B-list cast of Lea Thompson as Sally Bowles, and some utterly forgettable Emcee. My birthday was also the day after the last time I was ever in the World Trade Center, having purchased tickets to Cabaret at the downtown TKTS booth. Last year...well, you can read about it here. Ah, the early days of blogging! This year I was blessed to be surrounded by friends and some strangers, drinking red wine on Mr. & Mrs. Boss's Manhattan high-rise rooftop. There was even cake, and a cute boy who gave me a back rub (okay, so I had to ask, but still...). Nell enjoyed the festivities, I suspect especially because she got to chat with one of the penis puppeteers. And it was so great to catch up with Mike , after various circumstances has made it impossible to schedule hang-out time for the past few months. Many thanks to everyone for the well wishes! It really helps take the edge off the fact that I'm now in my early mid-30's. Sigh. posted by Ginger | 9:49 AM Sunday, October 20, 2002 Bedtime! I've gotten so little sleep, I'm turning in early tonight. I can hardly remember my own name. But opening went great. Not a huge crowd (the nice weather leads parents to take kids to the park, not to a 45-minute indoor musical). But we made a little money, and it was just good for all of us to be rolling with the shows now and not rehearsing. Brad knocked us all out with a wonderful applique job on the Mean Green Grocer apron. This probably sounds very strange to any of you who perhaps forgot that I work for a children's theater. Anyway, birthday or no birthday, I gotta get to work tomorrow. So maybe one more episode of The Sopranos, then bed! posted by Ginger | 8:50 PM Pre-Opening Jitters We're opening tomorr.... I mean, in a few hours! What am I still doing up? Argh! I have hardly gotten any sleep in the last few days. Not from stress, just from working a lot and still stubbornly insisting I get quality time by myself even if I have to sacrifice sleep for it. Sigh. Anyway, rehearsal went very well today, so I think we're all set to open. We were listed in the New York Times kids' theater section, so hopefully we'll have a full house (that's not such a tall order--there are only about 40 seats in the theater). I am just so proud of our actors--it's an amazing thing to watch great talent creating a hilarious and thoroughly enjoyable 45 minutes out of a silly story about vegetables. A humorous bonus (at least for me): One of our actors wears my "I Fucked The Girl In Hanson" t-shirt under her costume. I brought it into rehearsal as a joke, but it turned out to work really well. Hee hee. Of course the kids can't see it, and even if they did, they'd just ask "Who's Hanson?" Don't forget to wish me a Happy Birthday Monday! And since we're in such a favorable economic climate right now, here's a way to burn off all of that extra cash. Now, really, I'm going to bed! posted by Ginger | 2:17 AM |
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