Sunday, March 08, 2009

"Soph, You Ain't Wearin' No Underwear"

Before I begin, I just want you to know, that's not me in the picture.

I use a rectal thermometer. It makes being sick WAY more fun. That said...

What do you do when you're home and sick with a cold / mini-flu on one of the rainiest weekends in Chicago?

I mean, other than sleep a lot, drink a lot and pee a lot. 

And when I say "pee a lot," I don't mean "on someone." For a change.

Well, if you're me, you browse the internet off and on. In between coughing / hacking up a lung.

And this little "fail" video made me think to myself...

"Why don't actors get to do this on stage? 



Apparently, the Goodman Theatre's six-hour, nine-act (I'm not joking) production of Eugene O'Neill's play Strange Interlude could benefit from one of the actors, feeling really great about the scene he just played, walking to the edge of the stage, shouting, "Nailed it!" and doing that ping-pong champ's dance. 

P.S. To whomever it was sitting in the balcony of the Goodman's press opening for "Strange Interlude" who shouted back to the stage...

"Why are you butchering this play, this beautiful play?"

...I wanna party with you, cowboy.

6 comments:

Prospero said...

Yikes! As I am sure you know, theatre should never be torture. I was once in a four-hour production of "The Iceman Cometh," but at least we invited our audience into the onstage bar for a sandwich at intermission. Feel better - and I do hope you're not putting that thermometer in your mouth (unless, of course, you're into that sort of thing).

yellowdog granny said...

hope yours doesn't turn out to hang around for 5 months like mine did.

Alanda said...

feel better, honey!!
xo

CJ said...

I'm just finishing up two weeks of that hacking crap. Hope you do much better.
Ahhh Everyones a critic.

Aaron said...

Six hours of Eugene O'Neill...Stephen is ill...

Hmmmm.....connection...is...emerging...

Hmmmm.....

Java said...

Hope you feel better soon. The key, you know, is to stay home and rest.