Super Glossy! T-Minus 14 days
⊆ July 5th, 2007 by courtney | ˜Currently, my hair sits atop my head in a smelly, chemical mush of blood-red hair dye. After hitting FIVE Duane Reades this afternoon and evening and coming to terms with the apparent fact that Feria no longer makes “Flaming Red” hair color, I settled for “Ruby Fusion: Rich Auburn True Red.” I looked for other Flaming Red-esque colors in other haircolor lines, but nobody makes a red that would even come close. What do we fake redheads have to do here? I mean, there is every shade of black, brown, blonde, and even that disgusting maroon that the Boriquasin my neighborhood seem to love, but when it comes to red, these haircolor companies are playing it safe and giving me two shades of “Auburn.” I’m using my “The Secret” powers to think my haircolor into the perfect shade as it processes on my head. Why am I bitching about my hair on the Fringe Blog, anyhoo? The first line of my show is “I’m not a natural redhead.” And the joke is that it’s supposed to be extremely obvious. But I can’t go out there with Manic Panic clown red because my character thinks she’s telling the audience a secret and not even she’s that stupid. But apparently when I did “Super Glossy!” for the NY Frigid Fest in March after a fresh dye-job with the now-defunct “Flaming Red,” everyone thought it was natural anyway. What? My eyebrows are BROWN, people! Ah well, ’tis my blessing and my curse: I’m lucky enough to be considered a natural redhead, but it goes against the purpose of the stupid first joke of my show.
Enough of that crap: I bought my projector today! When I found out I wasn’t going to have one provided at Cap Fringe, I knew I would have to buy one. Scary, because those suckers ain’t cheap. Fortuitous, because it’s an investment for the future. And also for my home entertainment system. But I like to do multi-media shows and I’ve spent more than half the amount of the projector on renting one in the past for an accumulative total of 6 days, so I’ll definitely get my money’s worth. Buying a projector has to be the most amount of money I have spent on one thing at one time (I don’t count my computer because that was on credit).
My last bit of news is that I had lunch with my high school drama teacher today. We’ve kept in touch for the past 2 5 OKAY 12 years and she comes out to NY every once in a while to catch the latest crap on Broadway. Last time she was out here, I was in an unemployed post-cult (a recent place of work - that’s a whole one-woman show for later), pre-Fringe limbo. I had no idea what life was holding for me, but I knew that theatre was about to reenter my life. So this time, she was very inquisitive about my happiness and am I auditioning, etc, etc. The answers are yes, I’m happy, and no, I’m not auditioning. That’s the point to doing my own shows. I don’t like auditioning, but I love performing and I don’t think that the two have to be mutually inclusive. So there. But it was lovely seeing her and a couple other teachers from my high school years that traveled with her. I do credit her with my discipline and the blossoming of my confidence as an actor. And my need for a director that yells at me and tells me I’m “a dime a dozen.” Love ya, Sem.
