See this? It's been the bane of my existence for about a month now. But tonight, it's gone. Why? Because it's the end of the Ring, baby!
Here we all are. 10 Stage Managers swimming in the Rheinmaiden pond. Oh, and an associate director 'cause we couldn't find Clare. This is the best team you'll ever see. What an amazing group of ladies plus one token boy. And oh, what a man he is. For the love of him, we all survived, and we're the better for it.
Mr. Mike, doesn't he look like my twin brother in this shot? He's such a classic man, and now he'll be dancing to Mamma Mia for the next eight months. He's the only single, straight male stage manager I know. And one of the best I've ever seen. Not to mention that he's the sole reason I'm back with Shawn. God I love that Mike. Rockstar. Smooch.
Prom. 2005. At Gotterdammerung. A Walkure and a Flyman.
A fire god, looking so pleased that he gets to go home to NYC in the morning. He's the director for the young artist show we'll do next year.
Oh, it's me and the king of the gods, Wotan. One of the best singers and humans I know, Mr. Grimsley. Not only is he a ridiculously talented singer and actor, he's also one of the easiest people to be with. His entire family make me smile and laugh. I want them to be in every show I do. Oh, and Mom, we'll get dinner with him in Portland- he's doing a Tosca there when you come out.
Mom, you remember Marie, right? She was in Carmen. You sewed Halloween costumes with her in the green room? She sends her love and wants to know why the hell you aren't here. Your stand against Wagner has to end. I mean, like NOW. It's good shit, really. Get with it, lady!
So, that's it. Summer of love, hate, and strange insecurities. Hope it will stick with me in a way that'll make me come back in '09.
See this? It's been the bane of my existence for about a month now. But tonight, it's gone. Why? Because it's the end of the Ring, baby!
Here we all are. 10 Stage Managers swimming in the Rheinmaiden pond. Oh, and an associate director 'cause we couldn't find Clare. This is the best team you'll ever see. What an amazing group of ladies plus one token boy. And oh, what a man he is. For the love of him, we all survived, and we're the better for it.
Mr. Mike, doesn't he look like my twin brother in this shot? He's such a classic man, and now he'll be dancing to Mamma Mia for the next eight months. He's the only single, straight male stage manager I know. And one of the best I've ever seen. Not to mention that he's the sole reason I'm back with Shawn. God I love that Mike. Rockstar. Smooch.
Prom. 2005. At Gotterdammerung. A Walkure and a Flyman.
A fire god, looking so pleased that he gets to go home to NYC in the morning. He's the director for the young artist show we'll do next year.
Oh, it's me and the king of the gods, Wotan. One of the best singers and humans I know, Mr. Grimsley. Not only is he a ridiculously talented singer and actor, he's also one of the easiest people to be with. His entire family make me smile and laugh. I want them to be in every show I do. Oh, and Mom, we'll get dinner with him in Portland- he's doing a Tosca there when you come out.
Mom, you remember Marie, right? She was in Carmen. You sewed Halloween costumes with her in the green room? She sends her love and wants to know why the hell you aren't here. Your stand against Wagner has to end. I mean, like NOW. It's good shit, really. Get with it, lady!
So, that's it. Summer of love, hate, and strange insecurities. Hope it will stick with me in a way that'll make me come back in '09.
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