Because no visit to the Deep South is complete without a story involving an actor, a hit-and-run, and a woman who's given her husband the metaphorical finger by destroying some significant piece of property. (Tboy can say this because he's from the Deep South, and because no sh*t he has a cousin who tried to set her husband on fire. But he warns you Yankees not to get all supercilious, because we'll shoot your asses.)
Friday, Feb. 23
Our play is coming along fabulously: had a good designer run yesterday, despite the fact that it was 80 degrees in the room (Bikram Theatre). Our playwright came back today and we did another run today.
No one has opened yet: I'm looking forward to seeing all of them. The Unseen is Craig's play that takes place in a prison; Sherry's piece is sort of a history of American/Middle Eastern relations, as filtered through Barbie and the death of a mother ...
We go drinking with the cast of Strike/Slip, by Naomi Iizuka, who I met in the elevator today, and one of the cast members got hit by a car driven by a woman who had just taken her four children out of her house when the house blew up. We found out later that she's going through a bitter divorce (the euphemism for THE GUY'S BEING A TOTAL DICKHEAD) and her husband wasn't going to get the house, so he blew it up for the insurance money. The cast member is healing, but arrives at the bar in a wheelchair. She said the whole incident was very much of a piece with the play.
I just saw Josh Lefkowitz, who's in The As/If Body Loop, the last play to start rehearsing.