It took us a while to get around to it, but The Slutcracker cast party finally exploded on the Oberon dance floor last Thursday. Ammon DJ’d for us; there was improvisational pole dancing, a slutty award ceremony, pink panther/cop burlesque, and I finally got to wear that mustache I’ve had laying around forever (alas, unpictured). [...]
1.) Mondays, Tuesdays, Wednesdays. These are the ideal evenings for a first date. Thursdays may also be permitted if we’ve been eyeballing each other longingly for years and are essentially already in love with each other. Fridays and Saturdays, however, are completely unacceptable choices. No one can live up to that expectation on a first [...]
Four months ago I thought I’d rent a car and disappear into the night: pack my things and drug the cat and drive halfway across the country to my home city, where I belonged. There’d be no need to tell anyone, I thought, retarded with the novelty of grief. Not my friends. Not my recently-exed. [...]
Cast-wise, the show was nearly twice as big this year, with twice as many performances. Sundays — days of both matinee and evening shows — got to be a little rough. On our last Sunday, between our second-to-last and last performance, I managed to get thoroughly wasted off a single free beer from the theatre [...]