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Sean in New York

Savin' the best for last, as usual. It's me, Sean, and I have my own damn blog in which I like to bitch. In fact, I made a promise early on in my blog to not tell what I did that day, because all I usually do is knit, take care of my cats, practice origami and wonder when Mr. Right's finally gonna break down and call.

But, since this is Ian's blog, I can break my promise and give you a breakdown of an average day in a bohemian jackass's life.

I woke up this morning before my wife did and I thought, "this'll be awesome. I'm gonna wake her up by pulling the hair out of her face and telling her I love her. It'll be just like the movie I'm always pretending I'm in." So I brushed her little mini payes off her Ojo Brojos and whispered, "I love you darling..." She smiled in her sleep, opened her eyes, frowned, figured out who I was and then said, "I was just dreaming about Trey Parker. We were making out."

Fifteen minutes later, Jordana came back in the room (she had lept out of bed to micromanage something) and said "Okay, you have two choices. You can make me breakfast, or you can take me out to breakfast." So, naturally, I did the latter. We're both doing shows right now (separate shows, it turns out) and neither of us have time to clean the kitchen. By which I mean, she doesn't have time to clean the kitchen, and I'm a bum.

Over breakfast, we talked about the show we saw last night... oh, wait, I was *in* that show. Gutenberg! The Musical! is a show that has been running for about a year at the Upright Citizen's Brigade Theater, and I was asked to be in the show last night, because I'm AWESOME!

But The Bullet and I were discussing how great the UCB theater is versus the Fringe as we perused the Fringe catalog and decided which shows we would try to go see. At one point this week, I am going to hopefull see three shows and be in a fourth all in one day.

Again, because I'm awesome.

We talked a little bit about the fringe show I'm in Suicide/Joke. Actually we didn't, but I want to mention it here, with the link, so the poor slobs who are producing the show will actually get an audience. The Fringe Festival aint gonna help 'em, that's for sure.

I'm not going to talk shit about the Fringe for two reasons. One, because I'm telling you about my day, and my day as far as the Fringe goes was awesome and two, I have my own damn blog for talking shit. Click on the link on the left where it says "awesome".

After Jordana's mandated breakfast, I stole away for a moment and caught the last half hour of "A Mighty Wind". When Mitch and Mickey start playing their song and the rest of the musicians are so moved they have to gather in the wings just to hear them... that's what it is. That's why you practice your damn scales, why you memorize your lines. No hyperbole, to me it is one of the most beautiful moments in recent film memory.

The afternoon was Jordana's rehearsal for Mac Roger's play "Roll" where I was being their stage manager. I had forgotten how gorgeous that play is, I guess because since I originated the role of Tim in its first production, I couldn't really appreciate it from the audience until today. This particular production, the third for this piece, has the strongest cast I've seen in it, and Jordana is a perfect director for Mac's words. The combination of Mac's fearlessness and Jordana's affection when it comes to character development is a perfect marriage. Especially when I'm one of the actors.

Want to know why I originated the role of Tim? I think you know why.

We then made our way downtown for the first Fringe show I've seen this year (the third one I've *tried* to see, but I'm not here to bitch). It was called Gork! The Retard Always Wins.

I broke my own rule in going to see the show, as I had promised myself that I wasn't going to see any one person shows where people learn. But there was an Iowa connection, the retard was the actor's brother, they were telling a true story and there was a fairly good chance they were going to shoot straight.

Man, was it great. It was just fantastic. There was a flicker or two that let you know this was opening night, and the Fringe had failed to provide any box office help (what the hell do you people do?) and it was still the best one person show I've seen in years and years. Autumn Terrill was fantastic, the show was gorgeous and heartfelt. Even Jordana's icy heart started to melt right away. I wish to God I had time to see it again.

Hey, seriously, if you're in New York go see this show, or something like it. There's a lot of crap, I know, and Ian will tell you that the seats are uncomfortable, but the hour you spend in the theater watching this show, or a show even half this good, stays with you and changes who you are. So you really should go.

Unless you are already awesome.

On the way home I called my sister Melissa in Iowa City to see if she knew the Terrill's, as they live in her town and she owns a hippie clothing store that counts as the local five and dime. Melissa might know the family, her description (Nordic, gorgeous) certainly seemed like the right family. After I got off the phone, Jordana realized that our friends Lori and Adam are producing a series of one woman shows at those really bitchin' theaters on 42nd Street, and that Gork would be great there.

Man. How do I know all these fascinating people and have all this amazing stuff happen to me? Why, Sean? How is it that you get to do all this incredible stuff and there aren't any celebrities around to photograph?

I'll tell you why. It's because I'm awesome.

Posted by at August 15, 2004 09:43 PM