Are you ready for the summer? No, really - are you?

Today, I


1. Finally made Mike his Monster Squad shirt

Finally, a shirt that looks cool and is totally factual.

2. Finished reading IT (bad news: Richie Tozier lives... little racist bastard)
3. Watched the final episode of King of the Hill.
4. Purposely forgot about the many years of getting every rock and pebble trapped in between that "shield" of hard plastic and my delicate footsies, and decided that what was missing in my life were Jelly sandals; and then I ebay-ed them into my life.

Here they are, ready for the summer.

5. Confirmed that my dream bike, the Huffy deluxe cruiser, while not perfect, would be okay for riding around town. Whew.

All I need is someplace to ride the bike to. Oh, and the bike.

So.... now what? I just finished up my spring work (Alice/Wonderland and Singin' In The Rain) and have work lined up for the fall into winter (Sleeping Beauty tour), but as of right now, my summer looks kind of... well... dead. For this little southern actress, June through August is a big empty stretch of thumb twiddling.

I mean, there are lots of things to look forward to in the next few months ( The Downtown Drive-In, for instance) (a possible trip up to Wisconsin, for another instance) (a crafting explosion in our little apartment for yet another instance) -
but I sure would like to know what the hell I'm gonna be doing in between vegan chili/fancy margarita parties*.


Right now the only thing I have lined up are a bunch of discount books from Little Professor Bookstore.

And my 29th birthday.

Yikes.



*A one woman gathering in my living room where I drink tequila and margarita mix and eat Amy's Black Bean chili straight out of the can.

Get all up in my business (or - What I've been up to)

Here it is - my morning off, after a weekend of performances and 12 hour rehearsal days... and yet I  have been up cleaning since about 7am. I am not sure what is more freakish - that I am awake after so little sleep, or that I am cleaning. Shudder.

Since I do have a date with my bed, I am keeping this short and sweet and to the point.

I have one more week of Alice left at the BCT. It has been an interesting and fun run, and a beautiful show to boot - I liked everyone I worked with, and that is always a blessing in the theatre world.

I also open Singing In The Rain this Thursday. If you wanna know what's up, then you really ought to get your sweet can down to the RMTC Cabaret theatre and check it out (ticket info here). I seriously sit offstage in all my Lina furs and sparkle watching the tap numbers with a big idiot grin on my face. No foolin'.

Photo from last weekend's umbrella/ticket giveaway in Railroad Park

If you want updates of both, including photos and promotional videos (and of course, random status updates and things I find on the interweb that I deem important*), please friend me on facebook and follow me on twitter!



*cat videos, mostly

It's not that I don't love you...

It is just that my life has been full of theatre, doctors' appointments, medical tests, cat scans and sleeping whenever I get a chance. I promise that I will post a full run down of the magical medical adventures of Jessica Clark, as some people were concerned as to whether or not I was okay (This in: tests show no brain tumor. Yay! But my head still may explode. Boo.), but I will save that for later.

Instead I will shameless promote yet another musical where I dance in my underwear and use a funny accent. THE BEST LITTLE WHOREHOUSE IN TEXAS!!

You shoot on the Yee, not the Haw.

It has been a fun experience and has made me happier than a rich Texan. If I owned guns, I'd be shootin' them in the air, yelling "YeeHaw!".

We got a five star review, thank y'all very much. There's even a shout out to yours truly. And the audiences have loved it too, I tell you what! Tickets have been going fast for this one and there is only one more weekend to purchase them. So get on it if you are in the Birmingham area, or just love theatre road trips.

I mean it now. Pull those boots up, put away your nervous pants, and come on out for a little harmless fun. You can't just stay home watching the Dolly Parton film version (although Charles Durning has a very entertaining number in it). I didn't study all those King of the Hill episodes for nothing. So have a beer and pretend it's a Lonestar and come on down to the theatre.