First in a series of occasional missives from Jennifer Mendenhall, who's camped out in Luvuhl. It's been languishing in Tboy's inbox for 13 days, about which he feels some chagrin.
Friday, Feb. 9
Third day of rehearsals on dark play, or stories for boys by Carlos Murillo, at the Humana Festival. In the cast are Liz Morton, Lou Sumrall, Matt Stadelmann (who was the kid in Velvet Sky at Woolly) and Will Rogers (who was in columbinus at Round House and in N.Y., and who's another NCSA graduate). Michael John Garces is directing.
Small world evidenced by the director and the playwright discovering, during auditions, that they were both at the American school in Bogota, Columbia, at the same time when they were kids.
I'm in an apartment on the 18th floor; the balcony holds a sick fascination for me. Feeling slightly ragged today: my birthday was Wednesday and Will's was yesterday, and Freddy's is a classic dive like the ones we used to have in D.C.
[Ed.: It took Tboy some time to parse that last, but by "classic dive" he now understands Mendenhall to mean "the sort of place one spends several hours getting to know on one's birthday."]
... the cast of The Distance from Here, the teenagers-amok play from Neil LaBute, currently running at Woolly-UM.
What, you thought I had questions?
Well, I will -- but this is where you get to ask them. Tboy will be heading up to the Clarice Smith Center tomorrow evening to see the play -- and to do a short interview with director Mitchell Hébert and his cast afterward.
So what would you want to ask a bunch of college students who've been working on a play about teenage brutality and suburban disaffection? Read more about the play here, then submit your questions in the comments on this post -- and I'll pick one or two of the best to ask in the interview.
Which will be part of the next Show That Goes Like This, coming soon to an iPod near you. That's right, Tboy got a new microphone for Christmas, and he's ready to get back to podcasting.
... at Olney Theatre, but it'll go on this weekend, at least, without actor James Slaughter, who's been hospitalized after a car accident.
Details from the Olney office are sketchy (no word on whether the crash was weather-related or what) aside from the fact that Slaughter's on the mend and could be back in the show -- Somerset Maugham's comedy The Constant Wife-- as early as Tuesday.
Meanwhile a stand-in will play the part on book at today's performances.
Tboy's been a little busy this morning, and now he's got to run off to a lunch appointment.
So while you wait for this week's (blessedly short) Week in Review(s), Tboy is pleased to introduce a new featurette, which he has blatantly and without shame stolen from his friend John (et cie.) over at Americablog: the Open Thread.
Open Thread, you ask, wonderingly?
Indeed. This is where you shape the course of things at Theaterboy. You pick the topic. You tell Theaterboy about the state of D.C. theater, about the way your day is going, or about the hilarious/regrettable/mortifying thing you've just discovered on another site.
It all happens in the comments. And yes, HTML is allowed.
... and because we know that some of you are pining for news (don't worry, Kate, your secret is safe with us) ...
... we bring you this belated update:
Apparently Jeffrey Carlson's All My Children groupies are planning a road trip. To see the Hamlet. And many of them will be dressed up like Zarf.
Liza, dear, this is Tboy's official request: Can I get two on the aisle for June 22nd? I'll pay. I'll stand in the back. Hell, I'll hang out in the lobby with the house-management folk. But this I gotta see.
Or maybe those meanies at Best Week Ever are just mocking poor Mr. Carlson. But Tboy hopes not.
Because Tboy wants to be able to recount, in his old age, to his disbelieving nephews, the tale of the night Michael Kahn's Hamlet turned into a screening of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
But that will have to wait. For now, because you have eaten all your supper and been good little children, the story of How Zarf Got his Name: