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So "28 Weeks Later" was just about the bloodiest movie ever. It was entertaining, but holy crap. That was a lot of blood. I actually had to look away for this one part. Yucky.
On Tuesday night, I went to the dress rehearsal of a Radiotheatre production of King Kong. I had to write an article on the production for the United Stages, which will appear on the website soon (unitedstages.com) and will also be in print in several of the upcoming playbills. Check out the website in a few days and it should be the feature article. The dress rehearsal itself was a lot of fun. They use awesome sound effects and the cast was hilarious. Between one actor chugging Red Bull and telling everyone he was going to make me his new friend, and another actor inviting me to her King Kong party across the street from the Empire State Building, it was a pretty fun time. I got to interview a bunch of the actors and the director and they all had very amusing responses (obviously).
Wednesday was laundry day, very exciting stuff. But I got to talk to everyone from home, which was great. It seems like everyone from Michigan always calls me on the same day, right around the same time. It's so weird. But it was great getting to talk to all my special people, so it's all good.
On Thursday, my friend Steve invited me to go to the East Village with him and see his friend's band perform. Every time I hang out with Steve, he gets us lost and Thursday was no exception. We actually walked within a block of the club, but totally missed it and turned around and walked 6 or 7 blocks in the opposite direction before I had the brilliant idea of calling information. Haha But his friends band, Gutz, was really great. They were a lot of fun and didn't take themselves too seriously. The band that played before them was good because they were extremely talented, but it was almost like they were too talented, if that makes sense.
After the bands played, we went upstairs to the bar with the band and it was a very bizarre time. There was this guy wearing 8-inch platform heels and a sequin girdle and a sequin mannequin head strapped on top of his head, so that he ended up being 7 or 8 feet tall all together. But he was having a good ole time, so I guess that's just one of those things that makes New York such a wild fun place. haha
The coolest part of the night, however, was this totally "it's a small world after all" experience. I had just started reading Franz Kafka's "Metamorphosis" on the train. I grabbed it because it was small enough to fit in my coat pocket and the other book I'm reading isn't. So as we're trying to find our way to the Delancey Club, we're standing at a street corner, waiting to cross the street, and there's a guy standing there holding none other than Franz Kafka's "Metamorphosis." That just made me so happy. Steve said I should have made friends with him, but I didn't really have enough time to say anything. haha Oh well. Still cool.
As for today, I've been basically unproductive. But that's okay. Heather is gone for the weekend to have a yard sale at her parent's house in Brooklyn, and I'm kind of just soaking up having some quiet time (not that I don't love hanging out with Heather!) I think it's time for a movie.Â
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