Wacky Hijinks Countdown 5

Folks, we are only one day away from the opening of Wacky Hijinks 2008. Can you feel that? Yeah, that. That's palpable tension.
And so, here's another sketch. This one's a damn good one called Gun Man. It was written by Greg (with a couple of lines thrown in by me) and features all eight members of last year's show: myself, Mena, Andy, Zach, Greg, Nicole, Mike, and Adam. It's a pretty long sketch, but that thing really does fly by. It just works.
Behind the scenes trivia: there were some members who didn't want to have Nicole's character "end" the way she does because they thought it was too unpleasant. It was a long topic of conversation if I remember correctly. I'm so glad it made it in.



Wacky Hijinks 2008
Scott Hall 8pm
April 25 & 26, May 2 & 3
$5 for students, $8 for others

Wacky Hijinks Countdown 4

Only two days to go till the opening of this year's Wacky Hijinks, so the countdown continues!
This next sketch is another that I wrote and stars Mena, Mike, Greg, Nicole, Adam, and myself. It's called The Bet.



Wacky Hijinks 2008
Scott Hall 8pm
April 25 & 26, May 2 & 3
$5 for students, $8 for others

Wacky Hijinks Countdown 3

Another day goes by and we're another day closer to the opening of Wacky Hijinks and thusly I'm posting another sketch from last year's show to whet your Wacky appetite.
Today's sketch is featured and was written by Greg and Andy (I bet y'all thought I was just going to do my sketches, didn't ya?). It's a sketch that genuinely gets funnier every time I watch it. It's now one of my favorites. Hope you enjoy!



Wacky Hijinks 2008
Scott Hall 8pm
April 25 & 26, May 2 & 3
$5 for students, $8 for others

Final Ask Jon Article for the Rutgers Review

I'll take a break from the Hijinks Countdown to post the article I wrote for the last Rutgers Review of the year. I even got a mention on the cover this time! It says, "ASK JON! Season Finale" which I absolutely love. Cheers to whoever wrote that.
The article itself may be a series finale actually. While I still plan on writing for the Review next year, I might want to branch out and write something else. I initially thought of killing off Jon in the article, but that was hard to do while writing in the first person and besides, you never know, I might bring him back next year.
Anyway, here's the article. I feel like it's a fitting (maybe) end to the series and character.

ASK JON!

Dear Jon,
Where does an advice columnist go for advice?
Ben, SAS ‘11

I received this question a few months ago and put it in the back of the proverbial pile because, to be honest, I thought it was a stupid question. I thought that I didn’t need advice; that I had all the answers. Then, recently, I realized how wrong I was. I didn’t have all the answers. In fact, I was lost. And Ben’s question wasn’t stupid because, like the old saying says, there are no stupid questions. “Stupidity” is an extreme and we all must stay away from extremes.
What am I talking about? Well, I’m glad you asked. A couple of weeks ago, I was in the city when a kind woman introduced me to the truth; the truth of Researchanism.
The Church of Researchanism is a group founded by the great prophet Bradley S. Altford, who was able to discover the path to true spiritual freedom. He learned that human beings are trapped in their obsession with the extremes of black and white. Only when we follow the path to the gray will we be able to reach the pinnacle we were always meant to be at.
I now must tell you, gentle reader, some bad news. Because of my newfound journey to the Even Keel, I must step down as the advice columnist for the Rutgers Review. I can not help people with their problems. Only the church can help them and, as of yet, I am only a Level Two Researchanist.
If, over the course of the summer, you need to ask a question of me, you will be able to find me at my new job, giving color exams at the Researchanist kiosk at local malls on weekends. However, for real help, please visit the Researchanist website where you can order many wonderful books and DVDs.
Goodbye to you, my beautiful readers. I have greatly enjoyed reading your questions and offering my humble advice. May you follow the Rites of the Great Kazuul and live a life of Gray.

Sincerely,
Jonathan Starshine

Wacky Hijinks Countdown 2

And now the next segment of my week-long countdown to this year's Wacky Hijinks. Today's features another teaser trailer, this time starring Sam and Greg and again edited by Adam. Enjoy!



Wacky Hijinks 2008
Scott Hall 8pm
April 25 & 26, May 2 & 3
$5 for students, $8 for others

Wacky Hijinks Countdown 1

With the opening of Wacky Hijinks 2008 (this year's iteration of CAP's original sketch comedy group) only days away, I've decided to spend this week counting down by posting sketches from last year's show.

The first sketch is Tony Tiddlywinks, a delightfully crass little number starring myself, Mena, Adam, Andy, Nicole, and Zach. Like all the sketches I will be posting, it was taped by Dave.



Wacky Hijinks 2008
Scott Hall 8pm
April 25 & 26, May 2 & 3
$5 for students, $8 for others

Looking Forward...With a Dildo

With Zipperface in the past (for now) it's time to look forward to Wacky Hijinks 2008.

For those of you that don't know, Wacky Hijinks is the seven person sketch comedy group affiliated with the College Avenue Players that performs an original show at the end of the school year. This is my second year in the group (although I wrote a sketch for the show my freshmen year) and the show opens a week from tomorrow.

Here's a little trailer featuring most of the group and edited by group-member Adam Holsten.

Well, I Guess That Wraps Everything Up

Or does it...?

A couple of weeks ago when I wrote my Zipperface!!?! promo piece, I sounded pretty cheery and optimistic, didn't I? The truth of it is, I wasn't. I was absolutely terrified.

From the instant Dave first told me about the project, I was a little hesitant. I thought it was funny, but I just wasn't confident that any of us could pull off an original musical with the limited time and resources at our disposal. It was when Dave did his presentation to the CAP Executive Board that I started to turn. Everyone (especially Dave) was so excited about this that I began to see that it might work. But I still wasn't sure that I really wanted to be involved.

I was auditioning for Hair and considering directing Pillowman and I had so much else on my plate that writing a full length play seemed way too daunting. I initially planned on just being a consultant type. I typed up a version of an early scene (more on this later) and I sent it to Dave. It wasn't until the morning after Dave, Andy, and I had had our first writing session that I began to really fall in love with Zipperface. I remember sitting in the diner reading over what we had so far and just repeating, "Damn, this is actually good. This might really work." After that, all of my thoughts for the rest of the break revolved around that script.

Cut to a couple of months later and I saw the poster and my excitement just dropped. I'm not saying that Andy's poster design wasn't good (on the contrary, I absolutely love it and think the logo at the top should be the set design for the title in any future iterations). It was just that I saw my name up there in the credits and I started to get really, really nervous.

When I act in a play, I really don't get nervous (unless I'm singing or something). I can tell if the play's good or not by the time we open and I know how my performance personally looks. However, when I write something and it comes close to opening, I go absolutely insane worrying about it. With each further rehearsal and as the actual performance draws near, I start to hate everything I wrote more and more.

I would sit there in tech rehearsals waiting for the my one scene and have miniature panic attacks over the most miniscule things going wrong. If a joke fell flat or a scene change took too long, I would barely be able to stop myself from running from the theater, changing my name, and moving to Canada. Sure, I only wrote a third of this play, but I was that invested in it being good.

Sam probably got the worst of it. She spent plenty of time over those few weeks trying to comfort me and keep me from going insane. I feel really bad about it. I feel even worse because once Zipperface closed, she had to deal with me stressing over my stand-up routine for tonight and Hijinks opening in a week. God, I need to stop writing stuff. It's giving me a hernia.

So, what happened?

Well, Zipperface!!?!: The Hobo Musical opened two weeks ago and the instant the band began to play, I finally started to watch it like an audience member and not a co-writer. And I loved it. And the audience loved it. And it was amazing.

Seriously, I have to apologise to everyone in the cast and crew for being so stressed out. They were all absolutely amazing. The show went better than I could have possibly imagined and it's all thanks to them.

In fact, the show went so well that it might not be completely over. Dave, Andy, and I need to talk about it (especially Dave as it is his baby) but the idea right now is that this might not be the last we see of good ol' Zipperface.

Not too bad for a musical narrated by hobos.

Special Zipperface Treats!
For all you fans out there, here are some special gifts. First, here are the lyrics for a song I wrote for the show that didn't make it in. It was in my initial submission I gave to Dave for how I thought the play should sound (the rest of the submission, the first scene with the mayor, ended up in the final script fairly close to how I initially wrote it). The song was a way to set up Lisa but was cut because Dave thought it was too musical-y.
Here it is with a little dialogue that sets it up:

REPORTER #1
Lisa Rider! Lisa Rider! How’d you do it?

REPORTER #2
How do you feel?

REPORTER #3
How do you spell “Rider”?

LISA RIDER
(nervously)
I...uh...I...

MAYOR HARRIS
Don’t worry, honey. Just be strong and show them that a woman can do anything if she sets her mind to it.

LISA RIDER
Oh, I will, Mayor! I will!

REPORTER #1
Tell us where you came from!

REPORTER #2
Tell us where you’re going!

REPORTER #3
Tell us in song!

SONG: “LISA RIDER”

LISA RIDER
LISA RIDER
LISA RIDER
THAT’S LISA RIDER SPELLED WITH AN “I”

REPORTER #1
Where are ya’ from?

LISA RIDER
I CAME FROM CLEVELAND, OHIO
GREW UP READY AND REARING TO GO
I WANTED TO GO OUT AND MAKE MY WAY IN THE WORLD
SHOW THEM ALL I’M NOT JUST A LITTLE GIRL

I’M LISA RIDER
LISA RIDER
THAT’S LISA RIDER SPELLED WITH AN “I”

REPORTER #2
What got ya’ going?

LISA RIDER
IN SCHOOL I WANTED TO PLAY FOOTBALL AND ALL THE REST
BUT THEY SAID I COULDN’T ‘CAUSE I HAD BREASTS
AND THEY WOULDN’T FIT IN THE SHOULDER PADS
BUT I’LL SHOW THEM ALL, ALL THOSE CADS

SCALIA
WHO DOES THAT BITCH THINK SHE IS?
COPPIN’ IS A MAN’S BUSINESS

HARRY
CALM DOWN, SCALIA. YOU’LL HAVE YOUR DAY

SCALIA
SHUT UP, HARRY. I’M GONNA MAKE HER PAY
FUCK THAT-

LISA RIDER AND THE REPORTERS
LISA RIDER
LISA RIDER

LISA RIDER
THAT’S LISA RIDER SPELLED WITH AN “I”

I’M GONNA SHOW YOU THAT WOMEN CAN DO IT ALL
SOLVE A CRIME, RUN A TOWN, OR CATCH A BALL
GIRLS ARE MUCH BETTER THAN BOYS WITH GUNS
‘CAUSE THE BOYS ARE PLAYING WITH THEIR OTHER ONE

LISA RIDER AND THE REPORTERS
LISA RIDER
LISA RIDER

LISA RIDER
ALL THE ADAMS BETTER STEP ASIDE TODAY
‘CAUSE EVE’S GOT A GUN AND SHE’S ON HER WAY
YOU SAY YOU WANT THE BEST MAN FOR THE JOB
AND NOT JUST SOME DIRTY, HAIRY, SLOB
THEN LISA RIDER, HELL, IS YOUR GUY

Fun stuff. Now, here's a video compilation of stuff filmed by Josh Kane during the dress rehearsals. It was edited by Erika Basedow, Dave's co-director. Just like the play, I have a small cameo at the end.

And now, for even more fun, here's a collection of absolutely amazing pictures that Kyle Barker took during one of the performances. He took the ones throughout this blog as well. You can see all his pictures at his website.

A Funny Story About Sex

With the surfacing of some absolutely amazing Zipperface pictures, my wrap-up piece for the show will be surfacing here soon as well. Like today soon.

But first, before I forget, here's a charming little story:

A couple of weeks ago, Rachel Fee (director of Hair) asked me to appear in "The Panel of Shameless Guys" at the 2nd annual Waiting to Sexhale shindig. Of course, these words meant nothing to me, so I asked her to explain.
Turns out, Waiting to Sexhale is a little program they do at the all-female Henderson dorm on Douglass that's all about getting honest, non-biased or judgemental sex information to the girls who reside there. One of the centerpieces of the night is a panel of guys (a "manel") who have to ask any question the girls ask as candidly and truthfully as they can.

Rachel, assuming that since I'd done full frontal for a musical, I'd probably answer personal questions for a sex panel. She was right. I was sold from the instant I saw the Facebook ad and I was sold again the instant she mentioned free pizza and t-shirts.
However, I didn't want to do it alone, so I told Greg Bing and Matt Herron to get involved as well and the three of us made up three fifths of the panel (the other two being a fourth guy and a female sex expert).

Sam wanted to come but Rachel said it would probably be best if she didn't. Being the honest boyfriend that I am, I relayed this message as Rachel saying she had banned all girlfriends from the premises. Sure, I wasn't telling the whole truth, but I'm pretty sure Sam agrees that neither of us want her to be around while I'm in the position to be discussing intimate details of my sex life both past and present. I did feel kind of bad when Matt brought Emma, however.

Anyway, the panel was hilarious. They gave us the rules while the girls were waiting outside reading sex facts (Does anyone really believe that "guys think about sex every six seconds" bullshit? It sounds like a bad stand-up joke that's been around so long it's begun being passed off as fact). Once we were in there, the questions were a lot less embarrassing than I'd imagined. After the first one ("How often do you masturbate?" courtesy of Crystal), the questions seemed much more about the girls than about us (IE. "Do you mind when a girl...? "Is it a turn off if...? etc.).

I should have expected that. It was a typical male expectation on my part that this thing would be some kind of brag-a-thon for the four of us.

Anyway, the reason I'm writing about all of this is to preserve one fantastic one-liner. The whole time we were all joking around, but the best joke belongs entirely to Matt.

Midway, some girl raises her hands and asks, "Can a guy tell if a girl fakes an orgasm?"

Suddenly all the girls started positively bubbling with pride over their climax conning abilities. It was the nearest the panel got to being some kind of verbal battle of the sexes (like a Neil LaBute play). Fortunately, Matt was able to shut them all up.

He looked the girl in the eye and says, "Can you tell when a guy fakes liking you?"

Brilliant.



PS. Oh, in other news, I'm going to appear in the CAP Stand-Up show tomorrow night at the Red Lion Cafe at 10 pm. It'll be my second time doing stand-up ever and again I'm fairly nervous. Feel free to check it out.

New Rutgers Review Article

Hey, blog readers out there. Zipperface!!?! went absolutely wonderfully the past two weekends. I can't begin to say how happy I am with it. So happy that, even though the show closed, it might not be the end of the good ol' Zip. I'll do a write up of the performances and everything sometime soon (probably around the same time I finally write my Europe entries...) but, until then, here's my most recent article in the Review. Not my best but whatever.

Dear Jon,
The summer’s coming up and I’ve gotten a really great internship. Unfortunately they’re not paying me anything and I need to get a real job as well. I’ve had a lot of crappy jobs in the past and I was looking for something more fulfilling this year. Any ideas?
Samantha, RC ‘10

Ah, the summer job; they’re the perfect way to spend your break working hard to pay for the thing you’re breaking from.
Last year, I had an incredibly fulfilling summer job. I worked at an old folks home and there was just something really special about helping out these senior citizens and listening to all the wisdom they had tom impart. Unfortunately, I got that job more by court order than by application, so it’s really not going to help you.
All of my other jobs were absolutely terrible and soul crushing but I’ll tell you about them anyway. Because that’s how healing happens.
You could always be a camp counselor. Guiding children through their formative years can be fulfilling. Persuading the counselor of girl’s bunk 3 to give you a hand job in a canoe can be even more fulfilling. However, camp counselors get paid absolute jack. I know when I worked at a Jewish day camp, my bosses paid me nothing. And you know why that was…
Because the economy was bad.
Working in a restaurant will get you paid more but it will also lead to you working horrible hours and getting yelled at nonstop by douche bags. NOTE TO RESTAURANT-GOERS OF THE WORLD: someone is bringing you your food does not make you royalty of some kind. It just makes you a fat asshole at a Macaroni Grill who feels the need to make my life a living hell just because the wait took five fucking minutes longer than we said and who needs to choke to death while eating his stupid fucking Create-Your-Own Pasta.
I’m sorry to tell you this, but the only way you can make money and help an appreciative clientele, is to become a drug dealer. Aside from the legal qualms, it’s the most fulfilling job around. And all the cash is under the table!
On that note, if anyone’s looking for an eighth of a “product” that “lasts” about four to six hours and rhymes with “push brooms”, give me a call.

Hey, reader! Has life gotten you down? Is there some little thing eating at the back of your mind in the middle of the night? Would you like to publish your problems in a public forum so that you can get advice from a complete stranger? Then write to Ask Jon at advicejon@gmail.com
He’ll fix your shit!

Sorrow Hill Trailer

Grindhouse Pictures has put the trailer for Sorrow Hill up on their website. Unfortunately, they didn't use the shot I wrote about with me grabbing the girl, but they did use the other one of me running down the hall (looking like a complete ass in my hospital gown).

All in all, it's pretty fucking slick looking and I'm excited to get to work on the real deal.

Check it out here.

He's Got a Big Ass Machete and Baby, He's Readyyyyy!

Tonight marks an absolutely momentous occasion. Tonight is the night that Zipperface finally arrives!

Rutgers students might have noticed those ubiquitous "Who is Zipperface?" slogans written all over College Avenue. Well, in only a few short hours, that immortal question will be answered. You see, they actually refer to Zipperface!!?!: the Hobo Musical, an original play written by Dave Rothstadt, Andy Wolf, and myself and being put on the next two weekends by the College Avenue Players.

The story of Zipperface (the musical, at least) began in 2006, when Dave found a DVD in the CAP prop room. It was one of those dollar DVDs that they sell at the discount store on George Street and it was called Zipperface. The plot involved a man in a gimp costume killing hookers. Or at least part of the plot did. To be honest, most of the movie is actually some fairly boring nonsense about a woman trying to make her way in a police department filled with hostile men.

After watching the movie (I'm not sure how, I've never been able to sit through the whole thing) Dave decided it would be hilarious to turn the movie into a musical and it soon became clear that this would be a great way to comment on the current state of musical theater where every single popular movie gets plopped on stage with songs shoved in whether it makes sense or not. What would happen if you made a musical of a terrible movie that no one's even seen?

Zipperface would happen.

Dave's original plan was to literally transcribe the entire movie (which Julia Hebner did while bored at work, God bless her) and then just insert songs into random scenes. This would have made a clear satirical point, yes, but it also would have been nigh unwatchable and I, as CAP's Artistic Director, told Dave I couldn't in good conscience put that on stage. So Dave went back and wrote a first draft of Act One and it became clear that he was really on to something.

So, during Winter Break, Andy and I came on board to help Dave structure his play and write the second half. After a few grueling writing sessions, we had a script. Now, a few months later, thanks to Dave and Erika Basedow's direction and a fantastic cast, we have a play.

And it opens tonight.

To whet your theatrical whistle, I'll leave you with the chorus to the opening song:

So lets put on a terrible play

Based on a terrible movie

It'll be the best show ever made

And it's called

Zipperface!

Zipperface!

Zipperface?

Zipperface!

Zipperface!!?!: The Hobo Musical

April 4th, 5th, 11th & 12th

Scott 135

8:00PM

$5 with Student ID

$8 General Admittance

Riding the Pantsless Bus

So, it's my second post-vacation blog entry so I'm going to do the most logical thing and write about events that took place a week before I even left.

Because I'm cool like that. And also because I hinted at them in an earlier post so I feel kind of obligated. Plus they're cool. Like me.

Anywho, about a month ago I spent basically an entire day wearing no pants. And no, I'm not talking about Hair (I promised no more Hair entries).

It started when I went down to South Jersey to film the teaser trailer for Sorrow Hill. For those of you that don't know (I mentioned it briefly in a post a long time ago) Sorrow Hill is an indie horror movie I have a supporting role in.

It's so great. If you know me well enough, you know that I have a small list of things that I need to do before I die and that "Appearing in a low-budget horror movie" is at the top of the list (other entries include learning French and playing Hugh Hefner in a bio-pic about his life). Back in high school, one of my favorite things to do would be to get some friends together, get a little messed up, and watch the trashiest slasher film we could find at the video store. And every time I saw some young actor get ripped up by some masked assailant, a little piece of me always wished I was the one covered in karo syrup.

Anyway, a few months ago, Mike asked me to join he and Nicole down to Vineland for an audition and I jumped at the chance once I heard it was a horror flick. Miraculously, we all got roles and I knew once I read the script and talked to the director that I was in bloody heaven. The premise is basically this: four female journalism students (including Nicole) and their gay cameraman (Mike. Ha!) travel to an abandoned insane asylum to film a documentary. Only...get this...the place isn't actually abandoned!

The best part is I get to play one of the killers, a raving lunatic named Charlie! Whoo. I was up for two roles and apparently the director and producers liked me so they just ended up combining them to give me more to do. So great.

We filmed the trailer a month ago (a lot of times in independent films, you film a trailer or a couple of scenes first to drum up more funding). We shot it at the Atlantic City Race Track which is soon to be demolished and so is half abandoned and run down. I can't begin to tell you how creepy that place is inside. No pictures can do it justice but maybe some from the production company's blog will help.

So why was I pantsless? Well, my character is a mental patient, so I spent all of my scenes in a dirty hospital gown covered in mud and fake blood (the lead stabs me in the leg with a glass shard during our big fight scene).

Here's a fuzzy picture Mike took on my phone:

It's a shitty picture, but you get the idea. Too bad it's too fuzzy to really see the fucked up make up I had. The make up girl was great. The girl behind me in that picture gets all her piercings ripped out in the movie and the fake rips they put in her ears were really fucking good looking. Gross, gross stuff.

Anyway, as you can imagine, I was having the time of my life. However, filming my first shot was a little awkward. In it I had to grab the girl playing the lead and pull her head up close and snarl the line "I'm gonna make you scream!" at her. That's all well and good (seriously, that's one of the most fun lines I've ever gotten to deliver) but I had literally met the actress 30 seconds earlier on the way up the stairs. A little bit uncomfortable at first, but she was very nice and didn't seem to mind when the director kept telling me to be more and more vicious.

I can't wait to see the trailer. It premieres this Saturday at the Garden State Film Festival. Of course, I'll be doing Zipperface that night so I won't be able to see it but I'm sure it'll be up on the Grindhouse Pictures website before long. Anyone interested should keep checking that site and the blog on it for upcoming news on the movie.

By the by, anyone curious as to what Zipperface is should look forward to my next blog entry some time in the next couple of days. If you can't wait that long, feel free to check out either of these sites for info.

Anyway, back to being pantsless.

A few blog posts (and three weeks) ago, I mentioned buying a whole bunch of loaves of Wonder Bread and said I'd explain why eventually. Well, after the filming, I headed back to New Brunswick and went to an Anything But Clothes Party at Jamie and Holly's house. For the uninitiated, an ABC party is one where everyone has to make their outfit out of things that aren't clothing. After much soul searching, I decided to make some pants out of Wonder Bread bags. It was a pretty rocking idea, although I decided it would be a little too cold to just wear what looked like a plastic diaper so I got out some garbage bags and set to work on something to wear over it.

Now, usually I'm a fairly humble guy (shut up, I am!) but I'll readily admit that my costume was awesome. I made an entire tuxedo out of garbage bags, complete with a napkin hankerchief coming out of a pocket I taped on. Half way through the party, I went out on the dance floor and said "It's really hot in here. I'm gonna make it hotter." and ripped off my pants, revealing my Wonder Underwear. I'm rarely very cool, but that a bad ass moment. I even snagged a girlfriend out of it.

It was a great night. Here are some pictures. I apologize for looking like a drunken asshole in them. I was a drunken asshole.

I'm Back!

I'm back! I'm back, I'm back, I'm back!

One day shy of three weeks after my last entry, I have finally returned here, to my little blog thing. I apologize for my extended absence. I'm sure the two people that read this thing have been very sad. Of course, they probably don't read it any more since I haven't posted in nearly a month, so they'll never know how sorry I am. But that's ok. I'm starting up again and hopefully my (admittedly small) readership will return to me.

So, what's new? Well, to be honest, three weeks and one trip to Europe later, quite a bit is new. I feel like a new person. I've got a new girlfriend, a shaved head, an internship for the summer, and I now spend a lot of time doing laundry for college credit.

Allow me to explain. The girlfriend's name is Sam and she (along with Maddie) helped me shave my head after I fucked up cutting my hair myself. I was cutting it because I was freaking out that I looked too hobo-ish for a job interview I had for an internship which I needed for credit which is the same reason I'm doing costume maintenance for a Mason Gross show.

Make sense now?

Ah, costume maintenance. Good lord, does it suck. It's for Theater Practice which is a requirement for Theater majors and is quite possibly the biggest shit class ever. It's nothing but free labor for Mason Gross. I spend three hours a day for two weeks doing laundry. I'm clearly not learning anything except for which Mason Gross actresses perspire the most (the lady in charge likes to conspiratorially tell me who the "sweaters" are).
It's really weird. I swear, half of the costume pieces for my show are lingerie. I've developed this huge fear that one of the actresses is going to show up early one day and walk into the dressing room and I'll be sitting there folding her thong or clipping the sweat pads into her costume's arm pits. Then we'll have to try to have a conversation.
Ugh.
I've never been less excited to see women's underwear.

Well, that's it for now. Expect the posts to start up again with stories from before, during, and after my trip.

Now, here are some pictures:
The Shaved Head

The Shaved Head and the Girlfriend

Yeah, I'm pretty drunk in that second picture. Sam looks nice though.