Happy Happy Day!

WE MADE THE KICKSTARTER!! This means the Red Nose Revue will be a real fundraiser and I won't have to pay the cast and crew and band and space out of receipts! If we sell out I could make an entire month of being alive in Blue Lake. Squee.

The best part about the whole thing is the people who donated. They donated for 2 reasons.

a) They are personal friends of mine and believe in be. What could possibly make a soul feel better than that? My strapped for cash friends with their own dreams and trials carved out some change because they love me.

b)Some donors were strangers, which means people care about this kind of work. They want to see it done. It still strikes a chord, which validates and vindicates everything I'm trying to do with my life.

It's so hard no to use all caps and multiple exclamation marks. It is an all caps and exclamations kind of day.

Playing Proud,

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Hello beautiful darlings. I have never been so busy as I was doing the commedia!! I'm talking open the cupcake store at 6am, rehearse from 11-4, go back and close the cupcake shop until midnight lather rinse repeat busy.

The Moore is an amazing theatre. It's all catacom-ey and old-timey and gorgeous.

I didn't take many pictures because I didn't want to look like an amateur, but sometimes I just couldn't help myself.

Oh my god my dressing room had a couch.

OH MY GOD I HAD A DRESSING ROOM! I napped there. There was steam heat and it was always hissing which was nice for the napping, it made the place less spooky.

The best part of all was I got to work with an amazing group of actors and clowns. Our Arlechinno came up from California, and was a true leader. Our Capocomico (chief of comedy and leader of the troupe) . I felt so lucky to learn from such a worldly performer and working clown. Also our troupe of hearty actors, our Professore and of course our Maestro. Here he is challenging Arlechinno to a bout of leg wrestling:

Not bad for a guy who just turned 72.

We had movie nights together, and Capocomico cooked traditional Italian meals. There was much wine. And then negroni, grappa, more wine...zzzzzzzzzz

Anyway. I'm tired, I'm proud, and I want more.

Terror.

Funny or Die all over again. Tomorrow I'm doing a 60 second improv in nose for Annex Theatre's 60 Second Max. I haven't been in nose since school, and I'm only doing it because it scares the bajesus out of me. I was going to do something easy - a song, a monologue, run around and yell (usually works for me)... but it's time for an exercise in Dare to be Terrible. Chris talked me out of the easy route, and he's right. Am I a clown or not? They're not all going to be brilliant, and if you're going to fail, you may as well have a 60 second time limit. Fuck you, comfort zone, I do what I like.

Am I a clown, or not?