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Becoming a Man:
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The Last Session
(yes, again)


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NO BUSINESS LIKE IT...

4 November 2001

I feel like getting up and bursting into a rendition of "There's No Business Like Show Business," but I'll spare you the pain. This is a 3-show weekend, so I am feeling like a real theatre critic about now.

Before I could be a theatre critic, though, I spent some time studying to be a medical assistant (I am nothing if not versatile). I know that Dr. G is going to be having me do another blood pressure this coming week, so I made arrangements to visit my old office and practice on some people there, so I at least had a clue what I was supposed to be doing. I didn't want to have to tell another patient she was dead.

I actually sort of accurately measured blood pressure. At least I know now what I'm listening for, though I still haven't mastered the technique of letting the pressure off of the cuff slowly enough to accurately get a reading. But I'm sure that will come in due time.

It was weird being at the old office. I hadn't set foot inside the place since I walked out 5 years ago, leaving behind my eloquent letter of resignation. The place is full of new faces, and parts of it have been rearranged, but the tension is still in the air, the stacks of charts are still everywhere, and people still look frazzled and angry. I was glad I didn't work there any more.

But it wasn't a weekend to work. It was a weekend to play, and I got home just in time to grab a quick bite to eat and head off to Play #1. This was opening night of the university's production of Little Shop of Horrors, on which I wrote the feature article last week (Friday morning, I also turned in another feature article about the high school show which opens next week.)

I'm glad that I'd been to rehearsals because it was fun to see the improvement that had taken place during the week of dress rehearsals. The choreography was snappy, the set was completed, the orchestra had been added, and the show was a delight from start to finish.

As we walked out of the theatre, I heard a voice over my shoulder saying, "What did The Enterprise think of the show?" It was my editor, who was there with his wife. I'm hoping he agrees with my 5-star review.

Much of yesterday was devoted to writing the review itself. This one wrote fairly easily, but it's always a struggle to get it to sound just the way I want. After a year of doing this, some phrases are getting to sound too repetitious and I was looking for a new way to say "wonderful." Then I remembered that years ago, when I was doing publicity for everybody in town, I bought a book called "Words that Sell." It's a fantastic little book that is just a gigantic list of words, divided up into categories. Different ways to say "fun" or "exciting/stimulating" or "Romantic." About 40 different categories, along with a section on opening lines and closing lines. It's designed primarily for people trying to write copy to sell a product, but it works quite well for writing theatre reviews as well. Instead of "wonderful," try "marvelous." In trying to describe a dance number, use "a knockout," or "stunning." It was fun using the book as a tool to make the review a bit more satisfying to me. The last several plays I've reviewed have all been "knock outs" and I'm getting a little bord with the same old hyperbole. (It was also helpful in writing this review, that I was watching the movie of Little Shop of Horrors at the same time!)

With the review finally submitted, it was time for Saturday's show. This was one I wasn't reviewing. We had tickets to the Lamplighter annual gala, which we look forward to each year, and which I helped to write for 10 years. But this was also the night when Ned & Marta were available to see The Last Session, so I sent Walt off to the Gala, and I went to San Francisco with Ned and Marta to introduce them to TLS. My friend Olivia met us at the theatre, because she hadn't seen it either.

We took our life in our hands crossing the Bay Bridge. But there were no terrorist attacks, either going or coming. I was also pleased to note that the Golden Gate Bridge was still standing as well.

It was a quite satisfying night. The lobby was filled with people waiting to get into the theatre and the response to the production was wonderful. I always listen for the hush that comes over an audience that let you know they are really hooked, and it came, right on schedule. As I looked around, there were people wiping away tears, and there was audible sniffing as well. Good. They "got it."

At intermission, Olivia commented that she had the unusual experience of visiting the rest room and finding a line for the men's room and nobody in the women's room. This was because you probably could have counted on the fingers of one hand the number of women in the audience. I smiled to myself, thinking of the date in the coming weeks when I'll be bringing my cousin and her husband to the show. I'm sure they will never have encountered so many gay men in one place before in their lives.

Today will probably be the least enjoyable of the three shows. I'm reviewing A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum here in Davis. This is a theatre company whose productions range from quite good to abominable. I'm hoping that Forum will fit closer to the former than to the latter.

But before I go to the show, I have to spend some time at the office. I promised Dr. G that I'd work on the books on Sunday, since I wanted to leave a bit early on Friday. So I'll be back there trying to sort out what I'm doing again.

With all this switching of hats back and forth I'm beginning to feel schizophrenic.


One Year Ago:
The Last of Peggy

(Club Photo has started deleting
photo albums after 90 days,
so the photos which were once there,
have been removed now)


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