It's awful. I start working on a show, and I completely abandon this little blog. Yes, I'm back in Seattle, and yes, I've started working on a new production. Fledermaus. I've done this opera something like 15 times. It's kinda creepy, as is doing this opera with my friend Chris in the role of Falke, as he was the first time I did it over 10 years ago in college. See, it finally comes full circle. Go to theatre school, dream with your friends about what it'll be like working together in the big houses, grow up, see them years later, and find out what 10 years of non-for-profit arts does to them. Kinda makes me giggle. Actually, we haven't stopped giggling yet. This show is just silly bit after silly bit, and with the cast that we have, it makes me feel like I'm in an episode of Wagner's twilight zone. I mean, really, when you've got the world's best Siegfried with the world's best Brunhilde, it just gets ridiculous after a while (insert opera geek joke here).
In other news, I've begun shopping for my next home. The littlest condo in the world just won't fit big strong Shawn and his cat, so it's time to look for something that has....gasp.....a bedroom and doesn't have a pet clause. See, that way my current dream of a house, a dog, and a ford falcon will come true. I suppose most may dream of a little picket fence, but I want the falcon, damn it. Oh, and I'll get it. I saw a falling down duplex last week for the bargin price of $424,000 and then saw a slew of condos that just plain don't have the magic of Olympus Manor. It's tough living in a city where people are willing to mortgage out their first born for a home. I guess it's really no different than any other big city. Stupid cities and their desirability.
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