Meow House Theatre

I had a terrible dream last night. (I know that dreams are only interesting to the people who had them but tough.) I dreamed that I went to get my hair trimmed and somehow ended up in some kind of weirdly old-fashioned-looking salon where there were no mirrors and there was a medical table (you know, like in your doctor’s office) next to the chair, and when I asked the little old Rumplestiltskin-like man doing the cutting for a trim he said he’d rather cut layers all the way through and feather (hello, 1981!) it and when I said I only wanted 1/2″ cut off he “promised” to do it like I said but he freaked me out so much–especially not having any mirrors there so I could check what he was doing, and that incongruous medical table–that I beat it on out of there. Then I woke up and made sure I still had my hair. Weird. Wonder if that means anything?

Visual aid: my hair is a LOT longer now. It would be a crime to put layers in that, wouldn’t it?

I’m thinking of buying another car. I have a car already and I’d keep it, which is why this idea is completely unrealistic and impractical and stupid. But I really want a fun sexy fast car. Before this car, I drove a succession of souped-up 2-seater red sports cars. And then the last of my beloved babies was stolen and cruelly defiled by a chop shop, and after that I moved to Paris and said goodbye to cars for 10 years. Then at some point I thought I better get one and ended up with … wait for it … a very practical, dull, mom-like station wagon. Now don’t get me wrong. I love my station wagon. I think I’ll have one forever. It’s like a truck but with more seats and a closed-in back. It’s like an SUV but without the “Oh yeah, I’m ‘off-roading’ all the time, between my commute to the office and trips to get my nails done.” It has come in very handy for me, but I feel like a grandma getting out of that thing. The salesman even asked when I bought it, “So … um … do you have a lot of kids or something? You just don’t look the station wagon type.” Nope I didn’t have a lot of kids, but I had a lot of stuff I wanted to haul around and I wanted a car that a thief would run like hell from. That whole experience scarred me. So it’s been a few years and this car is paid off and I really want something fast and lean and low to the ground. I keep eyeing Corvettes and swallowing hard. Also BMW and Audi convertibles. Someone please talk me out of this.

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My last improv class was this past weekend. I have three more workshops coming up–two at the same place (ImprovBoston) and one in New York (UCB) and hopefully the same people will be in them. (Not in New York, obviously; those will be all new people.) It’s good to keep at least part of the group together. I thought ours was exceptionally good–really talented funny people who “got it” very quickly. A lot of the last class was spent doing pyramid scenes. This is when you start with one person doing a scene, then at some point someone jumps in and starts an entirely new scene based on whatever physical position person #1 was in. Then at some point a third person jumps in and starts a new scene based on what the first two people were doing, and on and on up to however many people are playing (we had five). Then the pyramid reverses: #5 finds some reason to exit and the remaining four pick up the scene they were doing. They can pick it up right at the exact moment they left off, or it can be later, or earlier in the scene’s timeline. Then person #4 finds a reason to exit and the three remaining pick up their scene, and so on until you’re back to the first person alone on the stage. Goddamn it was fun. Improv is so much more fun than straight theater. Obviously that’s subjective but people who haven’t tried it really can’t say otherwise. (I hear from a lot of serious theeee-ay-tuh people that improv is just “fooling around” and will never get anyone anywhere, or rather not anywhere “respectable.”) I can’t wait for the next session to start. Boston will be in July and New York in August. Please let there be A/C. That’s the one part I’m not looking forward to. I’m a delicate flower, don’t you know, and I shall wilt without the wondrous invention of freon circulation.

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I’ll be awaiting your suggestions about getting rid of this stupid car idea. It’s totally impractical. Right?

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