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Do You Think the LJ Is in Any Danger from the Length of This Post?

Wow! Can you believe everything that's happened so far? I wonder what's going to happen next!

Just shut up and write your post.

What's your opinion of LJ? Do you think it's good enough to write about Harold defeating the Painted Bastards in the DeathPlay?

Oh my God. Just get back to the story. You said something about puppets.

So the Misfit Supporting Characters were basically all Thunderbird in-jokes, characters from previous shows. Carlyle was Kitty Carlyle from Aaron Trotter, but Bryce hated the cat puppet, so he ordered another one. It looked like Salem from Sabrina, the Teenage Witch. It was very stiff and hard to move, and it made my hand hurt, unlike the first puppet, which was soft and fluffy. I didn't know how to work it properly, especially since I was to be kneeling behind a wall and raising my arm above it. Jaime Lee had some puppetry experience, so she gave me some tips. I also asked the only professional puppeteer I knew, Mary Robinette Kowal, who, when I showed her the puppet I was using, told me I was basically fucked with that one but suggested some ways to make the mouth move without killing my hands. Unfortunately, the puppet was too small to make her MacGyver trick work, so I sucked it up and hoped my hand could last the scene.

How did the puppet look?

It looked like Salem, dude! Just like I said! I took the puppet home and practiced with it in the mirror, realizing that as long as I opened wide with the vowels, I could fake the rest, and it would still look like I was talking. And, apparently, it worked! People were very freaked out by how real it looked. Of course, I didn't think anyone would notice me next to Annie.


She was a giant tumor.


Yeah. She was hilarious and could make people laugh with just a look. Her costume was so grotesque, and she manipulated it well. For a while, I played with a gag where I got scared and tried to climb back onto the wall, but I cut it after a while because it wasn't working, especially with this stiffer puppet, whose feet I couldn't move.

Are we almost to the play?

One more thing! I volunteered to do the Subtext Wall.

The what?

In a couple scenes between Harold and Bina, the romantic leads, there's a Subtext Wall that projects, well, the subtext of what they're saying. I said I could do something with PowerPoint, so I whipped stuff up for Bryce, and he told me what he did and didn't want, and I fixed it, and we worked on the timing, and I basically learned some pretty neat things you can do with PowerPoint animations.

Oh really?

Yeah! Like rather than having all the dialogue on different slides, all the dialogue was on one slide, just overlaid on top of each other, but they appeared and disappeared in the correct order. It was pretty badass.

Sure it was.

Oh, but then, see, there was this one scene where the subtext keeps going and going and going and going. Annie thought some sort of scrolling credits thing would be cool, and I discoverd that PowerPoint did have a Credits animation, but I didn't like the way it worked, and also it wouldn't be consistent with the way the rest of the subtext worked.

You wanted consistency in your magical Subtext Wall?

Have you met me?


I looked up how to do a typewriter effect, and when I showed it to Bryce and Sang, they couldn't stop laughing. I tweaked the timing over and over, but they thought it was great.

Well, aren't you just wonderful.

Plus, I ended up running the Subtext Wall since I designed it and knew how it worked.

Oh! Oh! Are we at the play now??

Well, we're in tech week.


Actually, we're at load-in.

You helped with load-in?

I've never done a show where helping with load-in wasn't mandatory! Most of the actors were busy, but Jacquie and her daughter and I carried things into the Exit, and I helped out until I had to leave to go watch the Oscars.

They were there for hours after! Hours! You dick!

Hey, you didn't help out, DID YOU, GERALD.


Anyway, tech week was, well, tech week. Lots of lighting cues and trying to set up the projector and the practical shutter and figuring out a system for running the wall when I couldn't see it. Basically, Randy was the lookout and would tap my hand and I would tap the key.

I thought you were doing the subtext of what they were saying.

Oh, but there's one bit where they don't say anything, and the subtext shows. It's funny! Also, a couple times, characters turn off the wall with a remote. So I had to get that timed right.

Eventually you guys had a dress rehearsal?

We did! And we had a few people in the audience, and it went pretty well. There was such a different energy to the show when we performed it for realsies! I had forgotten how fucking tiring live theatre is. Luckily, we had water backstage. The Green Room was very tiny. Before shows, Shay would pop in his Nano and give us the soundtrack for getting ready. Of course, I had to get into a completely different costume at the start of the show for Horse's Head and then quickly change into my Lockstock threads. Fun times. And then I had to take my shirt off and wear black during the Misfit Supporting Characters scene and then get my shirt to Tavis and then I took my black shirt off at the end. So, yeah, more like UNdress rehearsal.

Har, har.

So. Opening night. Thursday, March 11.


Oh wait, I forgot about the—


article in the San Francisco Chronicle.

Oh. Wow.

Dude, we were on the COVER!!

Of the paper?

No, of the 24 Hours pull-out, the weekend entertainment section.

How cool! You were on the cover of something!

Well, not me. Although when I showed my mom the promo image, she thought Tavis was me. We made lots of jokes about that.

So I'll bet opening night was PACKED.

Yeah, not so much. We had about 20 people. A full house would be 80. But in the audience were Christina (Shay's girlfriend), Molly (an actress I knew from Theater Pub and, in fact, the person who had introduced Jaime to the Thunderbirds in the first place), and as a big surprise, Faith & Wilton, Thunderbirds who had flown in from New York to support Sang's show. He was ecstatic; Annie & Randy had done well to keep the whole thing under wraps.

How sweet.

Thunder! Thunder! Thunderbird!


That was the battle cry Kathy just made up for us. We closed warm-ups with it. Like a big cast bonding power thing. Warm-ups were fun.

Did it get you through opening night?

Sure! I don't have many notes from opening night, so I don't how much we screwed up or whatever. Another great thing about live theatre is how it evolves. As we performed the show, we tweaked things that weren't working and added things that worked and whatnot.

Like what?

Oh, like in the puppet scene, I started doing this thing where I matched my movements to Annie's. There's this whole exchange between Tug and Harold, and I'm in the middle, so every time Tug turned her head, I turned mine in the same direction. I'm pretty sure Annie didn't know I was doing it since she was in the tumor, and I didn't know whether anyone else was noticing it, but it amused me, so I kept doing it.

And after Tavis breaks free of being choked by Theresa—

Another choking?

Dude, literally half the cast got choked. I am not even kidding.

Anyway, Tavis was searching for some sort of victory cry, and he was doing "Shazam!" for a while, which was pretty funny, but then one night, he did "Tequila!" And it was hilarious and the audience loved it, so he kept doing it.

What about what wasn't working?

Oh, our initial entrance was apparently interminable, so Randy and I kept trying to speed up our entrance and setting all the props up (we not only played stagehands, we WERE stagehands) while doing our dialogue.

What dance did you do on opening night?

Dance? How did you know about that??



I've heard it both ways.

That...doesn't even make sense.

Anyway, I did the Macarena.

Maybe you should explain to your non-psychic readers what the fuck you're talking about.

Oh, right. So in one scene, Mouche says the M-word.


No, Macbeth.


We're not in the play, Gerald. Also, you're a terrible actor.


So Mouche has to hop on one foot and spin and spit to break the jinx, and then we take her over to the side and give her other business while Doc and Harold have some dialogue. And every night, I gave her a different little thing to do, usually as a shout-out to someone in the audience. I don't know whether Randy or Sarose put any thought into their prompts.

Who won intermission?

Fantomas! She's a fucking balloon! If you won a drawing and got to take a picture with your favorite character, wouldn't you want to get your picture taken with a fucking balloon??



Did you have a celebration afterward?

Yeah, we all went out to Lefty's and took over a bunch of tables. The waitress actually kicked people out of them so we could sit there. I don't know. But it was a fun time. Faith & Wilton were very nice and welcomed me to the Thunderbirds. I had seen Faith in Pride and Succubus, and she said that our roles were switched tonight, since she had been in the audience. It was sweet. Oh! And we finally got to meet Jaime's Fabulous Boyfriend.

I figured we'd be going out after the show every night, so as I sat in the BART station waiting for the train home, I decided I was going to be driving in from then on.

Hey, what about dinner before the show?

Oh, thanks for reminding me. I had sent out a mass text to everyone saying I was going to be having dinner at Westfield, if they wanted to join me. I thought I might be bugging them, but even though no one could make it, they thanked me for inviting them. Bryce did meet with me, at least, so I wasn't eating alone. I ate alone the other nights.

How did Friday night go?

Oh, we didn't have 20 people that time. But my uncle and aunt and two cousins came, so that was nice, as did Gabby and Jason. My uncle laughed a lot and kept heckling us.


Sang loved it, though. And my uncle loved the play. He told Sang how well written he thought it was, and he complimented the actors (including me). Sang told me he was welcome to come back for free the next weekend.

Did you give them a shout-out via dance?

I did! I did a little Bharat-Natyam move.

Who won intermission?

Well, that's a funny story. Because my little cousin, Shivam, won the first drawing—by cheating, I later discovered—so he won some rubber bands! And an Aaah! Rosebud poster, which I claimed for myself because it was sweet and he had no use for it. But the big drawing was won by...Jason! I recognized him from backstage and got ready to go out because I assumed he would pick me, but he did not! He picked Hai-Kill, who, by coincidence, had the same last name.

What about your shirt did you differently tonight?

Wow, you're not even trying to be subtle about it now. Well, in the last scene, Drudge and Lockstock have purportedly been killed, as Doc has found their shirts, and Bina lays them down on the stage in mourning. At the end of the show, Randy and I come out shirtless and put our shirts back on, claiming to have been on break.


Early on in the rehearsal process, Bryce asked if I minded coming out with a shirt on (Randy had already been shirtless in Aaron Trotter, so he knew he would be fine) since he wanted to plant the seed of "Just what were they doing back there without their shirts on?" Brief nudity in the name of comedy, hurrah!

Anyway, I was always looking for funny things I could add to the show because everyone else seemed to have opportunities to ad-lib, so I thought it'd be funny to put my shirt on backwards. I asked Bryce later if that was okay, and he said the joke worked because when I turned around, you could read the "UNION" on my back. Of course, my uncle didn't realize it was deliberate. Ah well.

And what about after-show shenanigans?

We went out to the sports bar around the corner, and I gave Bryce and Kathy and Gabby and Jason a ride home afterward. It was a good time.

Tell me about Saturday!

We had 23ish people, none of whom I knew, so I did the chicken dance. I think this was the night Jaime forgot to bring out the remote, and she went back to get it, and then maybe I turned off the screen early or something, I don't know! It was a mild fuck-up, the sort of thing the audience probably didn't realize was a fuck-up. Oh, live theatre. We went out to New Delhi afterwards; Faith was there again.

Did you miss everyone until Thursday came around again?

YES! But I was very excited about Thursday because my co-workers were coming. My whole department except for the Senior Director and Director. They all sat in a row. I found that it was sort of distracting to see people I knew in the audience because it made me self-conscious. It was distracting, but very nice. We only had 19 people that night, and they weren't super responsive, which brought our energy down. My co-workers said they enjoyed themselves—and they were drinking, which helped—but they really needed to laugh more!

Who won intermission?

Well, since I knew close to half the audience, it was no surprise that the winner of the drawing was someone I knew: Capitulation. She picked me, and I was finally on the board!

And because I knew half the audience, Tavis wanted to give them a shout-out. In the second act, there's an improv scene that is different every night. Harold asks for two professions, a location, and a time period. Tavis asked for the name of my company, and he gave it as the location.

How did the show go?

For the dance, I thought doing the robot would be funny, and it turned out Jaime did a pretty awesome robot. "You have so much control over me in that moment," she said to me backstage.

Apparently, I fucked up the subtext wall by being late or something; it seemed that a lot of the subtext wall scenes happened right after I exited the stage, so I had to get in position very quickly. It was fun times. And we had to have Chris crawl offstage during one scene where I had to be onstage and he had to run some slides. There was some business with a missing remote again, and either Matt or Sarose jumped some lines and skipped over the silent subtext, so I had to cover somehow. We worked on that silent subtext scene a lot, trying to get the timing right. Our show was a work in progress. But I loved it.

I think this was the first night that Fantomas's "Everybody EVIL LAUGH!!" actually incited the audience to join in the evil laugh, which was very entertaining, even though Randy and I were supposed to remain bored union stagehands.

You couldn't react at all?

No, although I had trouble not laughing at Tavis's ad-libs, even when I knew they were coming. We had to come up with a short scene to give Matt a jacket to hide Manny the glove-puppet in, so Doc comes over and says, "Before you go, you'll need these things three!" And he says, "First, my headshot." And he gives him his (Tavis's) headshot. It's just so ridiculous. But then one night, he handed him his flask and said, "My lucky flask. It's lucky." And I nearly died. I had to turn my potential laughter into groaning and annoyance. Later on, I was prepared and tried not to find it funny even though I thought it was hilarious.

And your co-workers enjoyed the show?

They did! And they recognized me as the cat! I didn't want to spoil people about the puppets before, so I didn't know whether they'd know I was in that scene, but they recognized my voice somehow. They loved the cat.


Dude, we had like 12 fucking people in the audience.


But I think this was the night we had one guy who laughed at EVERYTHING, so he made up for the small audience.

For the dance, I did that Pulp Fiction dance, the Batusi. Jaime challenged me, and I was confused, so I did it again, but she later said she thought the scene was getting stale, so she was trying to inject some energy back into it. Oooh. She was ACTING.

Man, I am not even writing about the fifty thousand little things I love about the show, the little moments that always made us laugh, all throughout rehearsal and even during the run. There were some things that we had forgotten were jokes until the audience laughed at them since we'd heard them so many times, but there were a few guaranteed laughs, the ones we waited to hear backstage.

Anyway, Harold won intermission because Matt's co-worker was in the audience. And Theresa, Sarose, Shay, Sang, and I went out to New Delhi afterward, and I gave Sang a ride home.


Photo shoot in the afternoon! It went quicker than expected. Claire took some great pictures.

Sadly, Jaime wasn't feeling well, so she needed to take a nap. Some of us went out to get food from a nearby Thai place, and I asked Jaime if she wanted me to pick something up for her. She gave me her order, and, luckily, Shay had been there with her before and knew the bonus specifics of her order, like asking for brown rice and no prawns. I brought her her food. I intended it to be on me, taking care of a sick castmate. Bryce asked me how much it cost, and I said about $15, and he gave me $15. Then Jaime asked how much she owed, and I said Bryce had already paid, and she said no, she'd take care of it, and she gave me $12. So I went to give Bryce his money back, but he said that there was an Actor Well-being fund in the budget (neat!), so he only took $5 back, and I told Jaime about it and gave her some money back, I think, I don't know.

Math is hard.

Yeah, at this point, I don't remember how the whole money thing worked out. Whatever! Jaime got fed, and that's what mattered.

Did she feel better by the time the performance rolled around?

Yeah, she felt much better! So that was good. Especially because we had 50 people in the audience!


Even though no one laughed at my "What about baby pets?" line. That line always gets a laugh, dammit! At least they didn't seem to notice that I was commenting on Peter's headshot when it was facedown. As I said, Randy and I kept fussing with our opening scene.

Who knows if anyone noticed my dance tonight, which was T-T-C á la Y-M-C-A.

But I did have a lot of friends in the audience! Dan, Robin, Jess, Colin, Rick (Lisa was sick, unfortunately, and couldn't make it), and Sarah, whom I hadn't seen for over a year. She won the drawing at intermission and chose me! "Hey, how are you?" she said. I gave her a hug. Jaime made kissyfaces later. But now I was tied with Annie!

Did you go and say hi to your adoring fans afterward?

Dude, this night, people I didn't even know told me I was really good! Maybe they just meant the play as a whole was really good! Also, they were probably drunk.

Colin said, "I never saw you as the straight man, but you make a good straight man!" Which was bizarre because...I am the straight man. It's kind of my persona. Right? I'm the dry, witty one. Also, I never saw Lockstock as the straight man. So. I don't know what Colin was talking about, but it was a compliment and I will take it.

There was no going out with castmates tonight; instead, I hitched a ride back with my friends and brainstormed a Thunderbird show with Dan.

Did you miss everyone again?

Well, I did see some of them at Theater Pub on Monday. I gave Theresa a ride home. "You're perfect for the character," she said, "and I think you really add a lot to the show." It was very sweet and something I needed to hear. I still felt like I was clearly the weak link, acting-wise, but I hoped I was adding something to the show. I sent her an e-mail telling her she was very nice and thanked her for making me feel welcome. On Thursday, she touched my elbow and said my e-mail was very sweet. Man, girls are always responding to my sweet e-mails in person.

We're at closing weekend! Homestretch! I can finally go to sleep!

Thursday, we had 40 people, a half-full house. In the audience were Seanan, Marti, and Brion. Also, to my surprise, my uncle and cousin, Nidhi, visiting from college! I wondered if he had actually paid this time, wow. And also Dan's roommate, Sarah, and her crew. Annie had more friends in the audience, though, so she won intermission. Curses.

How did the show go?

PRETTY AWESOMELY. Oh man. Every audience seemed to like my line "This is for realsies," but this audience loved it. They laughed through the next three lines; I wanted to add "for realsies" to the end of everything I said. They just laughed, and then there was some delayed laughter, and more laughter, it just spiraled and built. And then they laughed at both "What about baby pets?" and "What about babies as pets?" THEY WERE LAUGHING AT MY LINES WOOOO. They fucking clapped at the end of our scene. That had never happened before! They also really liked my "Do you think there's enough racial and gender diversity in this show?" line, which is said by an Indian dude to a Japanese dude. During intermission, I was wiped from the energy and the laughter. Hell, even the subtext scenes were going well. The audience also loved Fantomas's flashback slide show, which was basically a Red Balloon parody. We could tell when audience members had seen the movie and got the joke.

The choking scene fell a little flat, though, because Randy decided to change his answer to "Why is our relationship based on violence?" to "Because I love you." No one laughed, and he didn't lift me up, but I jumped anyway because I had dipped down already, and I hit him in the chin, and, yeah, that didn't work. This is why we do fight call! So we know what we're doing and no one gets hurt! Although we were pretty bored of fight call by this point since we had done it so many times. We pretty much had it all down.

But the audience loved us, man. There were cries of "Yeah techies!" and "Yeah crew!" and, when Doc handed Bina our shirts, someone shouted, "Do they say UNION?" They were really into it. When Randy choked me, someone shouted, "Use a sleeper hold!" There were frequent comments during that scene. One night, some guy said to me, "You're being choked." But before Randy had choked me. Like he was warning me or something. I ignored him. And my uncle, of course, yelled stuff during intermission like "How about four prizes?"

I did a zombie walk for Seanan. Jaime wasn't a fan, but she liked that I gave shout-outs...through her, the vehicle.

What happened after the show?

Bryce told me my fan club was waiting. My uncle didn't really understand theatre protocol and kept knocking on the Green Room door or trying to poke his head in. Also waiting for me was Seanan. Now, I had been telling Sang about Seanan for ages because there was a Gypsy joke in the show, and he was so excited that he was going to get to offend an actual Gypsy. So Seanan punched me for the Gypsy joke, and then she had Marti hold me so she could punch and tickle me. My uncle said only to inflict pain, not to kill me. I told her to take it out on Sang, but she didn't know Sang. But she did meet him and did not punch him.

Then I went out with Tavis, Sarose, Sang, Shay, Randy, and Annie to the sports bar, and we talked about circumcision and sex and sex trafficking. According to my records. We ran interference for Sarose to protect her from the denizens of the Tenderloin.

I gave Sang a ride home again. I brought up the crazy reaction to "for realsies," and he said that he liked my delivery on it. It was a cutesy term people aren't expecting, so they laugh. "I don't know if anyone has talked to you about this," he began. Oooooh shit. Oh fuck. Oh— "But I love what you do with the cat. Excellent acting and puppeteering." He said he and Kathy were cracking up in the booth, and they did notice my in-synch movements. I already knew Kathy loved my cat voice; she smiled every time she heard it. She wanted to make a recording of it. It haunted her. Whenever I saw her, I broke it out, and she loved it. I thought she would get tired of it, but at this point, it's expected. It's fun.

How was Friday?

WE SOLD THE FUCK OUT. Hell, we had to add extra chairs because we had more than 80 people. There were a lot of Thunderbirds that night, as well as one of my co-workers.

I did the Spaced A-Team dance for Sang, but I don't know whether he noticed. Annie won intermission, but there was a heated debate in the audience: "Clown! Mime! Balloon! Balloon! Balloon!"

Apparently there was an issue with the applause sound cue in the beginning for the fake curtain call, but the actual audience applauded enough to make it unnecessary! These guys were great. They were laughing at everything from the opening narration on. Hell, "Do you think the TTC is in any danger from the only other independent theatre company in the city?" got such a big laugh that it threw me, and I overdid the next line and made it way too excited and I had crazy legs on my exit. This was the night Randy jumped his lines and then we stood in silence for a while as I waited for him to just get back into it since my whole scene is responding to him. "You're a jerkface," he said, at a loss for words. The silence seemed interminable, but we finally recovered, and the audience laughed throughout the rest of our scene.

Annie hit all her cues!

Her cues?

She has a long flashback monologue as Fantomas, and I'm running an accompanying slide show. There are dozens of cues, lines that correspond to slides. And there were three or four trouble spots, words or lines she tended to skip. I covered, but tonight, she hit every single cue and I gave her a hug backstage. She was so happy.

Randy and I have a scene where we're placing random props. He always takes a stuffed fish, and I take a baguette. Tonight, as a non sequitur, he responded to Bina's stage direction with "Holy mackerel." There was some laughter. I considered saying, "Holy piece of bread," but I did not, because...it made no sense.

The portal broke!

The portal?

To the Land Beyond the Fourth Wall. We break it over Matt's head. It kept not breaking because we hadn't stretched the paper tight enough or hadn't pre-cut the breakpoint large enough or...something. But it actually broke like it was supposed to! Success! (Not success: "Because it's the only way I can get an erection.")

Success: the puppets! They loved the puppets! When Harold asked if we wanted to be in a show, we all nodded vigorously. The audience cracked up. So we did it again. And then again. I was laughing behind the wall and was afraid I would laugh during my line.

Success: when they saw our shirts, we heard some "Awwww"s of mourning. They liked us!

Hell, they liked us all. They kept clapping during curtain call. And clapping. Bryce called, "Curtain call, curtain call!" And we all ran back onstage for a disorganized second curtain call. Because we'd never practiced that! It had not been an issue.

How was after the show?

Various people I didn't know told me I did a good job! "Thank you!" I said to one guy. "Thank YOU!" he said, as he had enjoyed himself. Aw.

I met some of Chris's co-workers. One possibly Indian girl asked to read my shirt, which read "The following person is approved for ALL AUDIENCES. So don't worry it's okay you can talk to me." Theresa had said it was the perfect shirt for me, and another random person commented that it was a lovely shirt. This girl asked what I was doing next. I didn't know. She asked what I did.

"Drug safety at a pharmaceutical company."

"That's not what I was expecting at all," she said.

"What did you expect?" I said. "SOFTWARE ENGINEER???"

"You do fit the type," she said. WHATEVS. I asked her name. I think it was Joya or something.

I met Ziev, a.k.a. Aaron Trotter, and told him I was in his show as Innocent Victim. His sister had been as well! So we would have to fight it out. "There can only be one," said Dana.

"There can be only one," said Ziev.

"Oh, you took English 101," said Dana.

"He took Highlander 101," I said.

We went out to New Delhi, and I talked with Matt, Annie, Claire, Jacquie, Warden, Christina, and Shay about other shows and past Thunderbird shows.

And now...closing night!

SOLD THE FUCK OUT BEFORE HOUSE OPENED. A few of my co-workers came, as did Missy. I did the Louie dance for her. Oh, Heidi and Amy and Co. were there too. And this time, Sarose won intermission! Hilariously, some old old man was sitting next to her mom, who gave him her modeling card, so when he won he just pointed to the card. He kissed her hand. And did a tequila shot.

Here is a treat! Pictures!!

How was the audience?

They were fucking dead somehow. It was a weird energy. They didn't laugh at anything. They were what Bryce called a "TV audience," who didn't realize that we could hear them not laughing, and we needed their validation to perform.

We did get validation from Theresa, though, who gave us all cards. And brownies! And I bought Jaime a copy of Rosemary and Rue since she was looking for something to read. Whatever, audience! I twirled my baguettes for the hell of it, and then I channeled my frustration at the audience into frustration at the "director" of our show-within-a-show. "Balls!" I said instead of "No!" I threw myself off and said "What's joined?" in the wrong tone and then softly said, "Oh, fuck." Closing night! Whatever!

The audience got drunk during intermission, though, and they came back ready to laugh. Randy and I brought back a bit we'd done during fight call one night that Sang loved. The original line was "Because my mother breastfed me till I was twelve," and Randy changed it to "Because my mother breastfed me till I was nine months old." And then I choked, "That's! Normal!" We got some good laughter and applause at the choking. They also liked "Tequila!"

But the big thing for me was something I'd been planning for a while. At the end, instead of coming out shirtless, I came out only in HFH boxers with Randy leading me by a belt around my neck. We played the scene totally straight, still, which led to the most raucous laughter on "We were on our break!" (Tavis remarked, "You should have told me what you were doing; I would have joined." As Doc. As himself, he said he considered pulling my boxers down.)

There were tequila shots in the dressing room, and then we struck the set. I hugged Annie again for hitting her cues ("Thank you," she said). Ziev, that adorable little moppet, came just to help us out, and he accompanied us to Lefty's, as shown in the pictures. I gave Theresa a ride home.

And so endeth our tale. Finally.

Pretty much! It was a great experience, and now I'm a part of the Bay Area theatre scene! I've been recognized a couple times by people who saw the show, and I've auditioned for some things and been cast.

You can tell me about that shit later, I'm sure.

Yeah. Basically, DeathPlay was awesome, and I have a bunch of new friends, and I could have spent more than eleven thousand words telling you how wonderful the experience was.
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