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Monday, June 30, 2008


Yes We're Going To A Party Party

Three birthday parties in three days makes for a very long, but very enjoyable weekend - even with record-tying high temps. Friday evening was devoted to a celebration in honor of our esteemablethe theatre's Artistic Director, Bret Fetzer. Saturday I facilitated a 40th Birthday Party for another good friend Susanna Wilson (officially joining the club on July 2nd), and last night had pizza and delicious cocktails to celebrate the birthday of Annex's Development Director, Jaime Roberts.

Needless to say, I'm a bit birthday'ed out, but best wishes to all.

Speaking of record temperatures, yes, summer has arrived in the Upper Left-hand - with a vengeance, and about a week early to boot. A few weeks ago, the general topic of conversation revolved around how rotten the weather had been, and when-oh-when would the warm temps arrive, because people were starting to go, well, a little funny in the head. This being Seattle, though, I'm guessing that if things continue at their current pace (although it looks like the daytime high temps are going to taper off just a bit over the next week or so), it'll be about three weeks before the same people who complained about the lack of sunshine begin complaining about the lack of cooling rainfall - it happens every year.

In other news: rehearsals for the show are going quite well, despite having to cut short our rehearsals this weekend - just couldn't compete against bad B-52s wannabes, and all-girl AC/DC cover bands (because, really, what says "Gay Pride!" MORE than an all-girl AC/DC cover band?) blasting away at us from down the street; which is just as well, because with the doors and windows closed our little theatre space resembles nothing so much as the inside of a rather largish toaster-oven.

Not that I'M complaining, mind you, just stating for the record.

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