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In case you were wondering, the way cool director has agreed to do our play, and he also took the suggestion that was mine (she said modestly) to take this other candidate on as assistant director.
His name is Dennis, he's fairly young - mid to late 20's I'd say, and has done directing but never directed Shakespeare. But he was very enthusastic and had good ideas, and he lives in Collingswood, so having him on board is a good thing, I think. He can be mentored by the old guy, and then maybe become the Collingswood Shakespeare Company's official director in the fullness of time.
I obviously really, really, really want to be in this play because I seriously dream about it every night. Sad, no? Last night I dreamt I was Hipolyta.
By the way,
elfmanfan, I fully expect you to be coming out to auditions, so stay tuned.)
The Husband's birthday was nice, although I never did make a cake. Bought one from the yummy bakery. It was actually a football shaped cake with the two Super Bowl teams on it, but Charlie picked it out, and I figured cake is cake. We sang happy birthday, that makes it a birthday cake.
I could ramble on more, but I don't want to bore you. Just wanted to say hello.
Oh, one silly thing though. Charlie has decided he is going to be a doctor when he grows up. He'll be a piano playing doctor. Just like House. At least that is the connection my pathetic little brain made up.
His name is Dennis, he's fairly young - mid to late 20's I'd say, and has done directing but never directed Shakespeare. But he was very enthusastic and had good ideas, and he lives in Collingswood, so having him on board is a good thing, I think. He can be mentored by the old guy, and then maybe become the Collingswood Shakespeare Company's official director in the fullness of time.
I obviously really, really, really want to be in this play because I seriously dream about it every night. Sad, no? Last night I dreamt I was Hipolyta.
By the way,
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The Husband's birthday was nice, although I never did make a cake. Bought one from the yummy bakery. It was actually a football shaped cake with the two Super Bowl teams on it, but Charlie picked it out, and I figured cake is cake. We sang happy birthday, that makes it a birthday cake.
I could ramble on more, but I don't want to bore you. Just wanted to say hello.
Oh, one silly thing though. Charlie has decided he is going to be a doctor when he grows up. He'll be a piano playing doctor. Just like House. At least that is the connection my pathetic little brain made up.