2.23.02 – you, me, and russian fatalism

spent the evening with japanese take-out and tolstoy. rehearsal was stressful; i took a long long walk in manhattan to shake off the bad vibes and then came home in search of a chill evening. one of the good things about being a stage manager is that my schedule is such that i work all weekend and have mondays off, which means that i never feel compelled to have Exciting Weekend Plans. not that Exciting Weekend Plans are a bad thing, mind you, but i used to always feel so lame if i didn’t have somewhere to go on the weekend. now i either rehearse all day or run a show all evening, so there’s less of a reminder that “hey, it’s saturday night again and i don’t have Exciting Weekend Plans.” actually i tend to forget when exactly the weekends are, until i notice that everyone on the street is out partying or i wonder why the bank is closed.

saw part of Saving Forrester tonight. imagine my surprise when, while glancing away from the tv, i heard a familiar voice and turned to find that stephanie berry was playing the mother in the movie. stephanie was one of the actors in flyin’ west, the play that i worked on earlier this winter at the Studio. weird! i just spent two months working long days with this very cool woman, and now she’s in my tv!

mm. time for bed. anna karenina, it’s just you and me, baby.