Tomorrow, tomorrow...
It's provenz' world, we just live in it...

Provenz' arrived so he could make some cuts on the script and do some
audio editing of the phone calls and work with me and victor.

He won't be around for tech or preview, which is tomorrow, because he
has a stand-up gig somewhere. Balls. I hate telling people what to do
from stage, so I'm not looking forward to doing tech.

We made a bunch of cuts on the script yesterday and got it down to
fighting weight. I think it's nearly perfect. There are two phone calls
and I would bet that one of them will be cut by the time we leave
Scotland. But, we'll be in previews and that's what previews are for.

The communal aspect to the flats got to me a bit yesterday and I found
myself getting cranky. I also get SUPER tired around 2pm and MUST sleep.
Provenz', victor and I went in to my room and provenz' made more cuts
and I stole a nap. We read through the script and it gave me hope.

We cut a bunch of slides from the powerpoint thing and that's good. I
wasn't sure I wanted them and having provenz' say "no" was just what the
doctah ordered.

I broke down and went and had indian food for lunch. It was 5 pounds and
was fucking yummy. I felt fed for the first time since I've been here. I
kicked caffeine last year but there seems to be no caffeine free stuff
readily available (hi, free market!) so I've been drinking the odd diet
coke.

Last night we went to Negotiant's, a restaurant which was,
coincidentally, recommended by our friend Mark McLain Wilson. IT RULED!
I HAD A FANTASTIC CHICKEN BURGER AND FRIES!!!! I also had a latte that
approximated a good cup a joe. We met up with Anil, who will be reading
the Donald Abayomi letter. He had tested for Ajay's pilot this year.

Provenz' and I sat at the table and made more cuts on his mac which
crashes a lot. Who says macs are stable?

About six other comedians provenz' knew showed up. I feel a bit
intimidated. I have such respect for good stand-ups. They are revealing
all and teaching and they don't have some bullshit they're filtering it
through (if it's done right) and beign around them makes me feel like
I'm an imposter. One of the guys, whose name I'll learn someday, was
really, really cool and we got along great, though it was difficult
hearing him because of the drunken conversation about ACTING Victor and
Anil were having.

I hate drunken conversations and I hate talking about acting, so when
the two collide, it makes my skin crawl. Seriously. It's just the most
pointless conversation and being drunk when you're having it makes it
even more pointless. Oy.

We had to leave.

About 1am, we left, Provenz' and I leading the way while Anil and Victor
compared acting in film to acting on stage. Fascinating. Scintillating.

We got back to my room and set all the crap up. Anil is great great
great and is going to rock. Having someone there who didn't know
anything about it was great for us. It bumped up the performance a bit
and gave us all some comfort, I think. One forgets that one has
something that's actually good and funny. And this is good and funny.

It may be one phone call too long, but it sure is good.

Anil left after his bit and Provenz', victor and I went through it beat
by beat, making it even better and more specific and reminding us about
beats we'd forgotten.

We tech tomorrow from 12-2:59 and do our first show at 3. Holy balls.
Holly dog balls.



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