My goodness, I haven't Blogged since Wednesday! Honestly, it's not a case of laziness. For YOU, dear readers shall reap the rewards of my toils in the form of Caged Dames- (Insert Tagline Here). I've been working on songs for the show. I'm working with an energetic and talented young woman, Annie Clapper, who is literally young enough to be my daughter, if you can believe that. We have a director, Scott Bradley who you might have caught in the Hypocrites Angels in America. Scott's vision and aesthetic was a frightening match of my own, We had some outstanding candidates, so it was a difficult decision. Saturday we had auditions to fill in some empty slots and once again, we had great people. Not a single waste of time. No open calls this time. Sunday we had a Hell in a Handbag board meeting at 10:30 in the morning. It was difficult to see Steve Hickson that early but Alissa Cummings made it bearable with a delicious breakfast spread. After that Chris and I jetted off to Whiting , IN to take my 8, 7, and 5 year nephews and niece to see the new Pirates of the Caribbean film. I enjoyed what I saw of the movie. The special effects were amazing. I wonder if kids today truly appreciate them. When I was young and watched the Greek Mythology films with the fighting Gargoyles and such in stop action I was amazed and couldn't keep my eyes off the screen. This film had an entire crew made of the creatures from the bottom of the sea. It was truly incredible to see and so imaginative. The ride home ranged from fun to not so fun. Fun- when Chris introduced the kids to The Quiet Game and watching the comic of the group Ethan, initiate each match- 1,2,3- ZIP IT! Not so fun when the chronic worrier and bossy 8 year old brother started hollering at his Uncle Chris more then once about the way he was driving home. 'Where are you going? THAT'S not the way to our house! Turn around!' At first it was funny, then I realized we were being berated by an 8 year old after he was told to stop a couple of times. I was like 'Hahahaha...HEY, wait a minute...I'm the adult, not him'...
I then told him in my best serious adult voice that he wasn't to talk to Uncle Chris like that or any adult. Profuse apologies and the same crap after 2 minutes. I had to tell his mom who informed me it was becoming a problem with her too. I felt like such a snitch...