Dear Playwrights Festival

Dear FET Playwrights Festival,

For the first time, I will be locking my door when I go to sleep tonight.  Our apartment is awfully small, and sometimes it seems like there's no way out, so I don't want any of my four roommates going crazy and killing me.  Or any of my neighbors because they tend to walk into our room unannounced.

Emily and Lex, I don't think I'm going to be able to come to your apartment anymore.  Okay, that last statement was false.  It was for dramatic effect.

Also, I will not be going to Disney World anytime soon.  But that's because I'm poor and don't have a job or a place to live or anything, so vacations to Disney aren't really at the top of my priority list.  So now I'm pretty much just sad because I thought about Disney and now it's out of my grasp.

Oh, and Taylor's show was really good.  I also liked your lights.  And your face.  And your bottle of whiskey.  Taylor doesn't like compliments, so I'll stop there.

That is all.  Tomorrow is Cinco De Mayo.  SELF tried to tell me that I shouldn't eat a whole avocado at once, but since I clearly have no self restraint when it comes to avocados and things of that nature, I will disregard that advice completely.

Love,
Courtney

PS:  Chris Crowley, your show was good, don't worry.  Just messed up.  But still good.  I ain't hatin'. 

PPS:  Not that you're going to read this anyways.  So I guess that was a little unnecessary.

PPPS:  Sorry to the other two shows I didn't see.  I'm eighty five years old and it's past my bedtime.  Also, I had to get out of that hot box of cigarette smoke.  Blame show number three.

Lippa's THE WILD PARTY Comes Back to NYC!

(I haven't blogged in a month.  I've been busy.  This is why.)

Remember that time a little more than ten years ago when Andrew Lippa wrote a superfantastic show called The Wild Party and it never came to Broadway because Lachuisa's version was already on Broadway?  Don't you hate that?  Yeah, me too!

SOOOOO the cool kids at the Mimes and Mummers up here in the Bronx thought that it was time for The Wild Party to come back to NYC (which, yes, includes boroughs that are not Manhattan.  Although the status of Staten Island is debated).  AND WE ARE BRINGING IT TO YOU, NEW YORK!!!

The Mimes and Mummers at Fordham University present...

Andrew Lippa's 

THE WILD PARTY

 March 3rd - 5th at 8pm

March 6th at 2pm

Collins Auditorium

Fordham University

Bronx, NY

Tickets will be sold at the door:

$5 with Fordham/student ID

$10 without

Thursday is FREE for Fordham students!

Starring...

Emily Weaver.......Queenie
Mike Dahlgren..........Burrs
Kristie Koos...............Kate
David Cavanaugh.....Black

with...
Dan Carter
Jenny Dorso
Nick Harris
Eliot Johnson
Apostolos Kalabakas
Caitlin Nosal
Katy Piszczek
Courtney Schiessl
John Schule
Pam Zazzarino

Directed by Travis Greisler
Musical directed by Brad Gardner
Choreographed by Stephen Agosto
Produced by Taylor Riccio
Assistant directed by Adriana Basti
Stage Manager: Emily Pandise
Assistant Stage Manager: Kelly O'Brien

Follow our event on Facebook to stay updated on all the show happenings and information: http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=131323013603658

Also, check out the story that The Ram wrote about us this week... it's pretty hot: http://www.theramonline.com/culture/mimes-mummers-bring-the-wild-party-to-fordham-1.2477775

So really... before you go party it up on Friday and Saturday nights (and Thursday and Sunday, too, if that's what you're into), come to the REAL party... The WILD Party, the show so scandalous that Fordham doesn't even want you to see our poster on campus.  No, really.  It's that hot.

DON'T YOU WANT TO BE THE LIFE OF THE PARTY???

Weekend in Pikshures

The weekend went by so fast that it probably was just a dream (INCEPTION!), and Monday is bringing rain and yuck to darken and dampen and crush the Hartford area, just as it does to my soul.

I don't like Mondays, okay?  Monday means getting up early, and getting up early does not work well with me.  I need my sleep.  I need the sun to rise before I do.  I need many things.

Plus, my Droid did a software update this morning, and I don't like it.  It's not as pretty.  And I swear that it's slower.  Plus, according to this website, Verizon started the wave of Android 2.2 updates on August 3rd.  It is now August 16th.  I feel forgotten and offended.

But let's not dwell on the present, shall we?  Let's think of happier times... when the skies were clear... when there was no need for an alarm clock... when our Droids still had blue backgrounds instead of black...

Let's look at the weekend in pictures:

We had an excellent time at TECHDP HAAAY!!! on Friday, but when Colleen and I left on Saturday morning, we found this little guy on the door.  I guess that's what happens when you go to college in Storrs, Connecticut, and not the Bronx.

In the Bronx, the only sticks you see are nightsticks.  ROFLCOPTER!

Then, I took the train to New York Citaaayyy to meet my fam.  We went to see Rock of Ages, which was pretty darn rockin'.  I'll bet my dad and brother were really upset that we didn't see Promises, Promises.

Not.

Everyone got this thingies when they entered the theater.  They're little flashlights shaped like lighters that light up when you squeeze them.  It's so that you can wave it in the air and be all eighties and stuff.

You know what else they do when you enter the theater?  Make you throw out your Diet Snapple.  I need to get a purse with more pockets.

Apparently it was like the something-somethingth (65th?) anniversary of that picture where that World War 2 guy kisses that girl in Times Square, so they built an enormous statue and let people kiss in front of it.  There were bajillions of people in Times Square and in front of this statue milling about and pissing me off.  I hate the amount of people in Times Square.

Did you know that the girl and the guy in the WW2 picture didn't even know each other?  Well, apparently.  Because no one has ever really figured out who the subjects were for sure, but Edith Swain, who everyone believes is the girl in the picture, says that this random guy just came up to her and kissed her.  I hope his breath didn't stink because that would've been gross.

And then.  And then.  And then we went to Rosa Mexicano, my favorite Mexican restaurant in the history of the world.  Joe and his fam met us in the city, and all seven of us had some mad deliciouso food, including the freshly made guac that you see above.  Well, actually, I took that picture like four months ago when we went for Joe's birthday.  But it was just like that.  Only spicier.

The hotel wouldn't put out our cot for us because they maintained that it wouldn't fit.  So I slept standing up.  Just kidding.  But it's pretty funny looking, right?  IT LOOKS LIKE I'M SLEEPING BUT I'M NOT!!!

I ate this burger on Wednesday, and okay yeah, that wasn't a weekend, but it was a happier time.  It's from Shady Glen, which I saw on the Food Network once, and it has CRISPY CHEESE THAT GOES OUTSIDE THE BURGER!  Can you see it???

I folded mine inside the burger and ate it that way, and it was so good.  Then I ate some peppermint ice cream.  Then I went to Body Pump.  Then I puked.  Almost.

This is what happened when I got home from NYC.  I was tryin' to surf the net and sheeet, and my cat climbed on my stomach in between me and my laptop.  Despite the angry face he has on in this picture, he really loves me and is glad that I'm home.  He's going to miss me so much when I leave in a week.

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In other cat-related news, I looked through my phone and realized that approximately 70% of my photos are of my cat.  Need a life much?  More on this tomorrow.

I just realized that "more on" sounds like "moron" and laughed a lot.  Now I feel like a more on.

Love and Monday blues,
Courtney

PS: But.  But.  But.  But.  Mondays are Moe's Mondays.  This afternoon is looking to be a lot more promising.

Somers High School Drama Club, Revisited

Because I have two weeks and one day until I go back to college for my final (eek) year, I started to clean out junk from my room.  I have since come to the conclusion that I will most definitely not finish cleaning it out before I leave, but that will just be a fun project for when I move out in a year.  Yippee.

I found a lot of memerobilia in my cabinet that I shove lots of useless stuff in, and among the various birthday cards and middle-school awards were these:

Backstage Union cards, from the Somers High School Drama Club!  Every show, audience members (and club members) could pay one dollar to send a card to their Drama Club member of choice, and although you can't see it here, I built up quite a stack over the four years and eight shows.

Some were from "Drama Mamas and Papas," like the card above.

Some were from family... even family that traveled from far away!

This one was from my "little brother" through Big Brothers/Big Sisters.  He came to all of my shows, and now he's doing shows of his own with the SHS DC (I'm old, boo).

Some were from old friends, former DC'ers that came back to see the shows!

This one was from Eric, our nine-year-old family friend who probably hated coming to see Once Upon a Mattress.  He's fourteen now.  And he's taller than me.

This one was from Brianna, also a nine-year-old family friend who was the easiest babysittee in the world and who I love to death.  She's going to be in the high school this year.  Why is this happening to me?

The card reads: "I hope you do a good job and have fun!  Dont forget I'm waching you!"

She's such a cutie.  She almost died when I told her that I met Justin Bieber once.

This one was from Bri's sister, Jessica, who was five, I think, at the time.  She laves me :).

Of course, there were many, many cards from my biggest supporters, my mom and dad and Jonathan, who has been dragged along to too many shows to count.  The only reason he comes now is to videotape the shows at Fordham and make money off of my friends.  He'll be a good businessman.

Speaking of Jonathan...

There were also a couple of these in the stack of cards... graduation notes that parents and friends could write.  In case you can't read it, it says: "I am now known as 'Courtney's brother' by all the teachers.  It will be so nice when you are gone!  Just kidding.  Have a good time!!!"

Thanks, bro, for all the love.  And, by the way, I asked him the other day how he felt about having my old English teacher next year.  He said, "Everyone's so excited that I'm your brother and then I disappoint them."  He had a grin on his face.

Some things never change.

Love and feeling too old (already),

Courtney