My Actor's Weekend

Nice one coming up. Improv show starts again tomorrow night, then a murdermystery on Sat, then I film the pilot for the film review show on Sunday.

Bam, bam, bam.

Putting final costume pieces together for the improv.

I am starting to get nervous. Typical nerves before the start of a new show. You never know how it will go, what with a new cast and all. Usually the first shows are great, so I should try to remember that.

I think I am laying the pressure to be a big fish in a small pond on myself. I should remember my lessons from last show, which is not to care so much, and to just have fun and be silly and enjoy.

It is weird going into it without HW and PT. We always bounced so much off of each other, that now I don't feel like I have that.

Still, I think once it is under way, I will start to really enjoy myself.

Went and saw the latest Harry Potter movie for the film review. It wasn't that bad. I think it would have been even better if I knew who was who. I mean, you can figure it out pretty soon, but you don't have that built in compassion for the characters until well into the end of the movie. If you already knew them, maybe it would be there from the start. I might actually go and rent the other one's, which really says a lot for this one.

Afterwards, I was nearby the restaurant I worked at for four years, so I peeked in. It has been over two years since I left, and I didn't expect to see anyone I knew, but sitting in the bar was my old manager. She is a young girl, and really a great person, so I was excited to see her, and went in.

She took one look at me and lunged at me and gave me such a hug, like I haven't felt from someone other than MM for quite some time. It was nice. Not sexual, just nice. Heartfelt. We talked for a bit. She had heard I got divorced. Then, I had to go. She told me to stop in more often. Maybe I will.

I felt a little sad when I left. I guess I'm out of sorts with my past, and I'm trying to reconcile it. Yet, at the same time, not forget about my future.

X once broke down, soon after our split, and cried. She asked me, Who's going to remember the things I forget?

I guess I am feeling the weight of that question.