The Latest…A Beach and a Movie!

November is my birthday month.  It’s kind of a weird time to have a birthday as it usually rains on November 19th, and it’s so close to Thanksgiving, we might as well just merge the two occasions, but that’s okay because I have the whole month to celebrate.

November 2-5th – Pajaro Dunes

Okay technically the weekend beach trip with my mom and sister was not a birthday present for me, but whatever, close enough! Look! Pretty!

Sunrise…. sunset…okay, just sunset. I do not rise that early.

Me, in my natural habitat.

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Low Tide. Best time to look for seashells and sand dollars.

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The ocean owns my heart.

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Right after I got back from the beach I went straight to a friend’s house for a game night.  Then I crashed when I got home, went to work for the next couple of days but then took two days off to work on this film and feel free to donate to our movie! I play a snarky waitress.   🙂

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Some of the crew and cast.

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It was a night shoot, which is always challenging, but my hours weren’t too bad. I was home by 3am.  That’s nothing compared to when I was a stand-in for Neve Campbell on the movie “Scream“.  We had at least a month of 12-hour night shoots.  I would arrive on set at 6pm and we would wrap when the sun came up.  Then I would drive an hour and fifteen minutes home.  At least it was light outside during the commute. I was so young then.

Now I’m reworking my script for my full length one woman show “Late Bloomer”   while also picking up my script again for my new show “Confessions of a White Mexican” which I will be performing a 20 minute excerpt of in January at the Marsh Theater in Berkeley.   Check this blog later for more info on that show.

Now if you will excuse me, time to watch Saturday Night Live!

Ciao!

 

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Mahalo

Well, this past month and a half has been crazy for me.  I had three solo performances, I was cat sitting for three weeks, I had a friend’s wedding and bridal shower to attend and I work full time. I was exhausted. Then my 26 year old niece Brittany decided to get married in Hawaii. *Sigh*  She forced my hand.  Fine, Brittany, I will go to your wedding in Hawaii. Let me just pencil that in.

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I never meant to take a vacation, it was strictly family business. Who’s thirsty?

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Rachel understands. I’m gonna need her and Joey to get me through the turbulence.

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Decompress from all that airplane stress.

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This is okay, if you like that sort of thing.

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Sisters at a rehearsal dinner.

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I will have potatoes on the side.

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Breakfast is the most important meal of the wedding day.

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Brittany, I remember you when you were a baby. I feel old.

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All part of the fairy tale. We were at a Disney Resort, after all…

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Baby’s all growns up.  *sniff*

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Proud parents. My brother Mike: “Thomas, if you hurt my daughter, I will kill you.”

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Okay, he didn’t say that, but doesn’t it look like he’s saying that?

You can’t tell from this picture, but Brittany’s bridesmaids were crazy. And they sure do like to line dance. All 13 of them.

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Recovering the next day in Cabana #9.  This pasty white girl avoids the sun.

Me trying to take a selfie before dinner time.

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Hawaii at night is my favorite.

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I’m getting hungry as I type this.

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Aloha.

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“LATE BLOOMER” in SF on Sept. 30th!

Come on out and see my latest solo show, “LATE BLOOMER” in San Francisco on  Saturday, September 30th.   A story about the world’s youngest 35 year old who dodges every rite of passage until her wisdom teeth can’t take it anymore!!

This performance is part of the YES TO EVERYTHING SERIES and comedian Heather Gold will also be performing.  http://www.heathergold.com/

For more information see below:

YES to Everything returns with three weeks of premiere solo performances by Heather Gold, Nikolas Strubbe, Eric Rubin, Dalton Alexander, Theresa Donahoe and Aimee Tomczak who write and perform in their own theatrical pieces. These six artists have devised original works, some with location, current events and audience engagement in mind. Each night is a different double bill that runs the gamut, from comedy to storytelling to visceral movement.

For more details, schedule and show descriptions, visit ftloose.com. Pay what you can $15-25–no one turned away. Buy advance tickets here as these shows sell out. Share on facebook.com.

Footloose Presents at SAFEhouse Arts, One Grove Street at Market near Civic Center BART, San Francisco, Fridays and Saturdays, September 22 through October  7, 2017. All shows 8:00 pm.

Theresa Donahoe is a Bay Area actress who writes and performs her original solo shows. Being the baby of her four siblings, she developed a unique set of coping skills. Like waiting around until somebody else solves her problems. She can dodge every rite of passage and remain the world’s youngest 35 year old. Or can she? Her wisdom teeth cannot take it anymore…the kitchen sink is clogged…her dad wants her to move out. See the funny and fast talking Theresa get in and out of stressful situations with aplomb. Cat Nanny 911! was Theresa Donahoe’s first short work and enjoyed a sold out extended run after debuting at All Terrain Theater’s Women in Solodarity showcase in April, 2013. Other short pieces followed when she collaborated with David Ford and Jill Vice at The Marsh. Late Bloomer is Theresa’s first, full length solo. It debuted in March at the 2017 Rogue Fringe Festival in Fresno and is making its Bay Area premiere at YES.

 

 

 

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NEXT SOLO SHOW IN SF ON 9/23 and 9/30

WELCOME TO MY BLOG! GLAD YOU ARE HERE!

Come on out and see my latest solo show, “LATE BLOOMER” in San Francisco on Saturday September 23rd and/or Saturday September 30th.   This performance is part of the YES TO EVERYTHING SERIES-For more information see below:

YES to Everything returns with three weeks of premiere solo performances by Heather Gold, Nikolas Strubbe, Eric Rubin, Dalton Alexander, Theresa Donahoe and Aimee Tomczak who write and perform in their own theatrical pieces. These six artists have devised original works, some with location, current events and audience engagement in mind. Each night is a different double bill that runs the gamut, from comedy to storytelling to visceral movement.

For more details, schedule and show descriptions, visit ftloose.com. Pay what you can $15-25–no one turned away. Buy advance tickets here as these shows sell out. Share on facebook.com.

Footloose Presents at SAFEhouse Arts, One Grove Street at Market near Civic Center BART, San Francisco, Fridays and Saturdays, September 22 through October  7, 2017. All shows 8:00 pm.

Featured solo artists are:
Heather Gold (SF Sketchfest, SXSW, The Future Starts Here on AOL)
Nikolas Strubbe (Speakeasy, MythBusters, Circus Avalon, We Players, Burlesque Idol Australia)
Eric Rubin (SF Sketchfest, Tourettes without Regrets, Sacramento Comedy Fest, Piano Fight)
Theresa Donahoe (Rogue Festival, The Marsh,  All Terrain Theater)
Aimee Tomczak (Stagewerx, The Marsh, American Bandstand)
Dalton Alexander (
FACT/SF, Transitions Dance Company with Theo Clinkard and Dog Kennel Hill Project)

HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE!

Theresa D. aka Late Bloomer aka White Mexican aka Tmoney

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Confessions of a White Mexican! Monday, 9/11/17 in Berkeley.

Hola Mis Amigos!

Como esta? Did I say that right? I don’t know. Come out this coming Monday, 9/11/17 and watch me struggle to find my Mexican roots!

I will be performing a 20 minute excerpt of my new solo show “Confessions of a White Mexican”. This is a class performance and I will be going on 4th out of 6 (maybe 7 performers) that night. Each piece will be approximately 20 minutes. No intermission.

DONDE? The Berkeley Marsh Theater, 2120 Allston Way, Berkeley (off of Downtown Berkeley BART)
CUANDO? Monday, September 11, 2017
A QUE HORA? Doors at 7pm, show begins at 7:30pm. I go on fourth.
CUANTO CUESTA? $10 at the door only. No advance online sales.
PORQUE? Because it’s awesome to support the arts and I’m funny!

Hope to see you there!

(And check this blog next week for future performance dates for my current full length solo show “LATE BLOOMER” in San Francisco!)

Hasta Luego!

Theresa D. aka White Mexican!

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Next Performances May 8th and 22nd

Where does the time go? Ever since I got back from the Rogue Fringe Festival last month I haven’t had a whole lot of time to catch my breath.  Sure the most stressful part of the month was over, but all of a sudden there were baby showers and birthday parties to attend to and I am so grateful that I was available to attend events that had nothing to do with my show.  Frankly, I was getting sick of myself.

Speaking of sick, then I got sick. A post-stress release, if you will.  A late Spring cold assaulted me followed by some peri-menopausal PMS systems, but I will spare you those details.  Let’s just say I wasn’t feeling 100% or fully recovered.  But now, I can exhale, for a minute and finally have time for some restful introspection, which I so desperately need for future inspiration.  But the restful period is short lived and now I have two more performance dates lined up (excerpts only).  Some of you have seen excerpts of this show awhile back, but I have made a lot of changes– so come on out if you can!

Both of these upcoming shows are part of the Monday Night Marsh Series at the Marsh Theater in San Francisco.  I will be performing “Late Bloomer” alongside four other solo artists- each piece is approximately 20 minutes and I go on first!  Hope to see you there!

“LATE BLOOMER”

Monday Night Marsh Series

May 8th and May 22nd

1062 Valencia Street @ 22nd street-three blocks from 24th & Mission BART

Doors at 7pm, show at 7:30pm, $8 at the door or you can buy tickets online here

 

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Confessions of a Fringe Virgin

Well, they say you never forget your first.  It can be uncomfortable and awkward while all of your senses are being tapped to exhaustion because you haven’t gotten the hang of it yet.   However, for the sake of writing, I love first impressions.  It’s when I am paying the most attention to details while my mind is racing a hundred miles an hour, overloaded with stimuli, lest I become jaded later on down the road, and take it all for granted.

I have been working on my one woman show “Late Bloomer” for a couple of years now, only performing excerpts, here and there, testing material. It wasn’t until this past February that I finally ran the entire show in front of test audiences,  story only, without technical cues,  hoping it would all come together and make sense before I took it on the road to …

Fresno, California.   Being from the San Francisco Bay Area,  where entertainment is hustling every night of the week,   I was a little surprised that the Central Valley agricultural town of Fresno, which I had only visited once in the early 90’s (it’s grown so much since then), had a Fringe Festival.

What is a Fringe Festival you ask? It’s an annual event (can be as long as two weeks) that showcases  artists and live performers (actors, storytellers, singers and dancers) from all over the world.  It can be a good place for new and seasoned performers to take their show on the road and try and gain a wider audience .  I had heard some festivals were better than others-and that Fresno’s Rogue Festival was a good one.  So I applied online in a “first come first serve” basis back in October 2016 and miracle of all miracles, my crappy spotty internet service (translation: hotspot on my phone) came though and I solidified a spot in the festival.

Kicking it into high gear, I hustled to get my show into shape by the March 2017 deadline. I met with acting coach and fringe goddess Jill Vice, bi weekly, then weekly as it got closer to showtime. I performed the entire show in front of friends, in their homes and in coffee shops. I got feedback. I made changes, I got more feedback, I made more changes- right up until the week of the festival.  I made postcards. I wrote a blog. I advertised on social media even though I do not know a soul in Fresno.  Then I prayed and packed my bags.

Soon I was heading east on highway 580 and  cruising in familiar territory until I drove past the last town of Alameda County- Livermore.   Then all my radio stations went out.

I made my first pit stop in the town of Tracy to use the bathroom in a Carl’s Jr.  I  figured I could also take this moment to learn how how to sync my iPod to my car stereo.  I rarely  take long drives and this was a new car for me and  how hard could it possibly be?

Hard.  I can hear my mother’s and grandmother’s voices in unison inside my head, “Did you read the manual?”  You see, my 93 year old grandmother, mi abuela, bought this car, “el carrito” a couple of years ago-brand new and then stopped driving altogether a year ago and then I bought it from her.  She and my mother kept insisting I read the car manual, but who really does that?  (Although I probably should at some point because I still can’t figure out how to change the Spanish music presets on the radio.)

After accepting defeat that I would not be syncing my iPod, I got back on the road and settled for the three C’s of valley music- Classic Rock, Christian Rock and Country Rock.  I fiddled back and forth between radio stations playing the game, “guess what genre of music this is by the opening chord progression or first vocal.”  Many times the Christian and Country songs sounded the same until I heard the lyric “boots” or “savior”, then I knew what I was listening to.

Not so with the classic rock, which I was the most familiar with as I sped down highway 99 blasting Def Leppard, Boston and Pat Benatar.

But that nostaliga wore off quickly.  And now I was stuck behind big rigs.

I drive a very small car (remember it was a little old lady’s car) – a 2015 Ford Fiesta.  And I always hate driving alongside big trucks because it feels like I am stuck in their blind spot and at any time they will just make an unpredictable lane change and slam into me. So I had to constantly speed up and pass them- squealing in fear each time I did.  I told you I don’t drive long journeys much. Thank God it wasn’t raining!  Don’t get me started on driving in the rain…

Then my lower back apparently couldn’t take the strain of sitting still for so long as I had to pull over again in the town of Chowchilla just to stretch and pee. I posted on Facebook about my travels when a friend replied: “When you get there- say hi to my friend Wendy, she owns Mia Cuppa”.

Mia Cuppa is a coffee shop in Fresno that has a stage in the back and was one of the official performance venues of the festival.  I made a mental note to go meet Wendy at some point.

Roughly three and a half hours later I arrived at my air bnb,  a yellow house right in the heart of the Tower District where the festival was being held.  I explicitly booked a place that was “in the middle of everything and walking distance from a Starbucks.”  I’m a bit of a convenience rat but as I would find out later, this personality flaw comes with a price.

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I unpacked and settled into my new home away from home.  I walked to the corner food joint, “Irene’s” and put some postcards in there and ordered a hamburger. Then I walked around the main drag putting up postcards any place I could….

FRESNO STARBUCKS

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…until the “teaser show” that night.

What’s a teaser show? It’s a preview night basically- the night before the festival actually begins where performers get on a stage inside a theater and give a two minute tease of their show.  And I, like a beginner, did not sign up to be part of the teaser show in time.  Cut me some slack, I was a fringe virgin!

COULDA WOULDA SHOULDA PERFORMED HERE

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So I settled for handing out postcards to audience members while they waited in line outside the theater before the show began. “How old were you when you got your wisdom teeth pulled? 18? Well, I was 35, let me tell you a story…”

After repeating my elevator pitch a thousand times I made it into the theater and sat in the back and watched an hour and a half of two minute teasers.   Now, this theater was HUGE and I was in the back- and the performers had one little mic.  They would have to find a way to fill up the room.  A major challenge for any of the solo performers, but one person stood out to me.

A man who looked to be in his forties with dark blonde hair grabbed the mic and proceeded to tell a story about how he performed at a fringe festival in Australia and because there were so many shows going on all at the same time, no one came to his.  His show was outside, under a tent, and in the back, for whatever reason, he could hear a group of crickets.  THE MAN LITERALLY PERFORMED HIS ENTIRE SHOW TO A BUNCH OF CRICKETS.

I fell out of my chair.  Boys and Girls-if you can perform you entire full length one man show to a tent full of crickets- is there nothing you can’t do?  This guy was my new hero.

After the show I met cricket man, Martin Dockery, in the lobby and found out we would be performing at the same venue (fringe festivals have multiple venues where shows are spread out all day long).  I had so much to learn from him.

It had a been a long day, the drive, the anxiety, the postcards, the people, so I crashed hard in my home away from home that night and as I begin to drift off into sleep…

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP!

Did I mention there was a nightclub across the street from the Starbucks that pumps up the jams til 2am?

MY NEW NEMESIS

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This club was cranking it out every night of the week, which I normally would have been cool with (and to be honest, I got used to) and it wasn’t even the sound of the heavy repetitive bass line that woke me up at 2:30am every night, but the  spillover of drunk people hanging out in the parking  after the club closed. I felt like a cranky old lady “YOU KIDS BE QUIET!” I wanted to yell, but this was Fresno and also I don’t like confrontation.  So I called the police.  Night night.

The next day I would continue flyering my show-putting up as many postcards as possible to the businesses on the strip before I tucked myself away back in my bnb to get ready for my first performance on Friday night, March 3rd at …9:30pm.  Um, what?

Way to put a positive spin on a late time slot

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For a festival, this is a bit late in my opinion but also, it’s a bit late for me to keep my energy up for an hour after being awake all day, so I was a little nervous I would be too sleepy in my performance and that no one would show up to see it.

LET’S DO THIS- PERFORMANCE #1 OF 5

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But fortunately for me, that was not the case.  I think I had like 9 people show up to see a complete stranger perform a show and my energy was just fine.  In fact, that night was the first night where I ran the entire thing with my lighting and sound cues- ever.  And it didn’t totally suck. Such low expectations, I know, but shoot, I’ll take 9 people.   They seemed receptive and I felt honored that they would come out.

Then there was the next night.

Feeling a bit better about my show, I felt confident that my second evening’s performance would draw more people as this time I had an 8pm time slot.  But when I came out from behind the curtain to take my place on stage…

CRICKETS

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Okay, I’m kidding.

There were actually two people.

Two people, who I knew, who came down from the Bay Area, bless their hearts, and if they hadn’t come down, I would have gotten my baptism by fire of performing for metaphorical crickets.

Fortunately for me, my friends laughed in all the right places and they had never seen the entire show with all its bells and whistles before, so it ended up being their own private showing.  And I acknowledged that at the beginning of the show.

You know, it was too bad that there wasn’t more people that night because I think that was one of my best nights-performance wise. To quote Gwen Stefani of the band “No Doubt”, when they hadn’t hit it big yet, “We had alot of great shows when no one was there.”

*Sigh*  Did I have to learn this lesson so early in my Fringe experience? Ouch.

Feeling depressed, I headed to my favorite watering hole to drown out my sorrows.

WHERE EVERYBODY KNOWS MY NAME (SORTA)

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I blame myself, really.  I hadn’t done a press release to the local papers because this was a brand new show, still a work in progress, and I was just in too fragile of a place to have some critic from the Fresno Bee rip me a new one. Like they did- to a couple of other shows -one show in particular.

Peter Aguero, a story teller from New York and regular host of The Moth performed his show, “Daddy Issues” during the festival and he was an audience favorite, with full houses every night. But the Fresno Bee dismissed him as the headline read: “There are Big Issues with Daddy Issues” and proceeded to tear him apart saying that he “has found a way to go through a therapy session and have others pay him for it.

Well,  the festival people were pissed.

At first, it was just grumbling among performers saying that the critics “just didn’t get it” and had no idea what it takes to put on a solo show. And then some of the festival’s producers  encouraged audience members to refute the review.  And then the producers themselves got involved and wrote passionately charged responses to the Fresno Bee newspaper.  But that wasn’t enough.

Outside the Vista Theater, while Aguero was performing one night,  out in the street, people started kicking down garbage cans and lighting them on fire and honking their horns.  Then others begin to march  yelling “Justice for Daddy Issues! Justice for Daddy Issues!”

It became chaos and Peter had to halt his show and then the cops came and then fights broke out, an ambulance showed up and then…

 

Okay, that didn’t happen.

But, people were pissed.

The next morning, on Sunday, I woke up still feeling discouraged by my extremely low audience turnout and googled “Fresno, Church“. I needed to be lifted up, so I got up and went to meeting!  Hallelujah!

I didn’t know a soul at this church but the music was great and the sermon was good and I even struck up a conversation with a nice woman and told her about the festival and she told me I should talked to this one woman “Wendy, who owns this coffee shop Mia Cuppa“.   Okay, this was the second person to tell me this, so I took it as a sign from God to meet her before I headed back to the Bay Area after the festival’s first weekend was over.

After church, a thought came to me.  Years ago, when I was in my twenties and trying to learn how to ski, I noticed I had a “falling problem”.  I have always had horrible balance my whole life -I have fallen off balance beams, bikes, and now– skis.  Now, I never mastered skiing, but I did become quite proficient in getting  back up (which I hear is really difficult?).  A friend would see me fall in the snow and I would just say, “don’t worry, I got this!” and I would plant my feet firmly, hip length apart, then plant the ski poles the same way and catapult myself back up-quickly.  It was a skill that I didn’t want to learn, but had to and I was sensing that I was learning a similar new performance muscle as well at this festival.

I performed my show the third time on a Sunday night at 8pm and thank God there were more than two people. I think there was 9 people– again. I was thrilled, but exhausted, and felt myself going through the motions of my show. By far my worst performance.  But people were kind.  And I felt challenged.  How does one keep their endurance up?

The next morning I packed up and checked out of my bnb to head back to Oakland for a few days.  One can only take so many days off of work when you have a 9 to 5.  On my way out I stopped by Mia Cuppa and asked to see the owner.   Wendy was sitting at a table by herself, probably working on something when I interrupted her.  We must have chatted for over an hour as we talked about common interests and she shared her vision for the coffee shop.  Feeling renewed and hopeful, I hit the road back to the Bay Area then hit a slight speed bump along the way.

Well, I don’t know what I was thinking- I mean, why didn’t I just listen to Google Maps on the way back?  Because I was curious when I saw a sign that said “San Francisco” pointing in another direction than the one from they had suggested.  So I took it. I mean why not?

Well Google Maps kept trying to reroute me, warn me.  Kept trying to get me to take back roads and get back to the highway we had come from but I was determined to try this alternate route.  I mean the sign said San Francisco!  Mistake. Let’s just say highway 152 is the loneliest road that you’ll ever meet and comes to a complete stop in the city of Los Banos making the drive extra laborious.   And when I finally hit highway 5, which I thought I was familiar with, it was the scariest 30 miles of my life- because there must have been five times the amount of big rigs than there were on highway 99.  Thank God it wasn’t raining!

Then it started to sprinkle.  Noooooo!!

My lower back started hurting but I was in the middle of nowhere – what was I thinking.  No towns on my right or left side.  Just green hills.  Pretty.  Pretty boring.  And I still couldn’t get my iPod to sync to my car stereo.

Three hours later I was home in my apartment, safe and sound.  I went back to work for two days.  Then I turned around and drove back to Fresno.  This time I took the recommended way and FINALLY figured out……

VICTORY FOR THE TECHNICALLY CHALLENGED

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I checked back into my same bnb and that night streamed the latest episode of the television show “Scandal”  on my computer since the place didn’t have a television (you don’t have a television? What’s all your furniture pointing at?).  I had two more shows left of this festival and was determined to just chill and reserve my energy. I was ecstatic that my new time slot would be 6:30pm.  This was the first time, when leaving to head to the venue to perform my show, that it was light outside.

That night’s show felt good.  And I think there were 10 people, a new record! But who’s counting? And Wendy and her husband from Mia Cuppa came out that night.  It makes it so much easier to perform when people are smiling in the audience.

On my final night’s performance I think I had 9 people again, because apparently that’s my lucky number and my acting coach Jill was in the audience. It was a decent performance and I was relieved it was all over,  when she came up to me and said, “Okay! Now I expect you to start writing on your next show and to continue to work on this one!”

But, um, me so tired…

I had spent the last few months being in an exclusive relationship with Solo Performance.  Solo was like a needy boyfriend who required all of my attention to the point where I had neglected all my other relationships.  I needed a TIME OUT from Solo.  It’s not you, it’s me. This wasn’t a permanent break up, more like a cooling off period.  Surely Solo would understand.

That night the festival had a wrap party and awards were handing out for sell out shows and full audiences.  What? No participation ribbons?  But I showed up and everything!

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The next morning I checked out of my bnb and headed to the hangover breakfast.  I finally got to just sit and talk to people rather than being in my obsessive head like I was all weekend.

BAY AREA CONTINGENCY AT ROGUE FRESNO FRINGE FESTIVAL

Irma Herrera, Me, Pearl Louise, and Barbara Selfridge

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I hightailed it home, did a load of laundry and crashed.  I would be back at work the next day and I would continue to feel hungover for the next two weeks.

As I was recovering from the whirlwind that is Fringe, I saw a picture I was tagged in on Facebook from my high school theater days and yes you are finding out how old I am:

I’M STANDING TO THE RIGHT OF THE GUY (MARC) IN THE TOP HAT

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During my senior year in high school I was in the Neil Simon Play, “Plaza Suite” playing the mother of a girl who locked herself in the bathroom on her wedding day.  The bride was played by Beckie Tetrault who I hadn’t seen in years and then this happened:

MISSED CONNECTIONS

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Beckie and I grew up in Martinez, CA (small town, one zip code, one high school) so the odds of us running into each other outside city limits are very rare, especially since like 70% of the people I went to high school with still live there.  There was even one other performer there from Martinez as well and um, that just doesn’t happen.   SMALL WORLD.

It’s been a few weeks now since the festival has been over and where do I go from here?  The Rogue took a lot of my energy, took a ton of my time, and while I don’t do it for the money, it took some money.  I would contemplate the pros and cons of doing more fringe festivals -and I was frankly feeling a bit discouraged when…

I got a check in the mail the other day from the festival.  Wait.

Did I actually make money?

That’s can’t be right.  Was it an accounting mistake?  Turns out some people bought tickets online, but for whatever reason, didn’t make it to my show.  Bless their hearts anyway.

Okay, maybe I will keep on doing this Fringe thing….

NEXT UP:

For all of my local Bay Area friends who wanted to see my show, I don’t have anything booked yet for the whole piece, but I will be doing 20 minute excerpts of Late Bloomer at The Marsh Theater in San Francisco on May 8th and May 22nd as part of their Monday Night Marsh Series.  So stay tuned!

 

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