On the 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month…

11
Nov/090

…Julia posts a blog.

Yesterday Evan, Jean Ann, and I hopped onto the St.Charles streetcar, heading to Uptown and our rehearsal space. There we were reunited with Cecile! We had a very successful dust-off/run-through, and then headed to Tulane and the WTUL studio for our radio interview! It was a fun and entertaining conversation with DJ Jerry (and his silent partner in crime DJ Chase) of the show “Careers in Science”. (It’s a music show with nothing to do with science. Well, occasionally it does, when Jerry geeks out a bit. He’s a physics major.)

After a very looooooooong streetcar trip back, we walked back to the Marigny via Bourbon Street. I don’t know why I thought Bourbon Street was just known for Hurricanes and jazz bands, but there are also dozens and dozens of strip clubs and sex shows. Sometimes (okay, often) there is common knowledge that I am not aware of. But now I know. (Side note: the scantily clad ladies in the doorways of these establishments all looked genuinely happy and excited to be there. Has Hollywood made me assume that all strippers are miserable, down-trodden sad-sacks? If these girls were blue, they were extremely good at manufacturing sunshine.)

We then teched the show! The Marigny Theater can be aptly described as “charmingly seedy”. After lights and some video, we called it a night (we have to go back today), and joined a party of other Fringe artists to drink rum and sweet tea and exchange show flyers. It was a classic “it’s a small world” party: I ran into a friend from improv, three guys who know a friend of mine from Bard, and a dude who grew up five blocks from my house who then moved to the burbs and became friends with my BFF from kindergarten. Oh, fringe festivals!

There was late night revelry at the bar in our theater. Yes. The BAR in our THEATER.