FOUR SHOWS LEFT!

and then it's over. um. this sucks. most times the end of a run is a goooood thing, natural course of things are to, eventually, end. but i'm not done with this. and i don't know what to do about it. i know what i WANT to do about it.............
TOUR TOUR TOUR!!!!!
but the how, where and whens are beyond me.
these are times that i wish i had a bit more of the business/pushy/seller in me. you know these people, that have no qualms about dealing with what they do as a commodity worth selling, relentless, confident, striving for fame most times.
and what i learned at the end of my year and a half brain-fart up in new york (no offense my ny lovelies) was that i am NOT one of these people. i have no strive for fame, no thirst for it....famous people are miserable, neurotic, just plain not-of-this-world. and i like this world. i like being a waitress, serving people, having some f%cking perspective about how lucky i am to be doing what i love.
so, like i said, tour? YES, please. but how? i'm all shrugs.

hey, thanks for letting me vent.

another round of my clan came last saturday. THE mom of all mommies, sistah deb, brotha bob, in-law bros steve and brian, niece abby, nephew joe, and four family friends. i have been playing to this crowd since i was three in my living room, doing my incredible rendition of olivia newton-john's 'hopelessly devoted to you.' i always feel my best when i am playing to them, for they were the first i wanted so desperately to make smile and be entertained. it was an absolute treat. AND surprisingly i had a good house superbowl sunday. i was not expecting that. so thanks for that.

so, like i said, four days left. tell your friends. i want to tell them a story.

love you mean it.

reviews, siblings and my days off

okay okay. i read the reviews. i was weak. curiosity gnawing at my insides. they never get to me, i always read them. but this show i was all 'NO NOOOO!!! this is too too precious to me, too close, raw nerves all over!!' but i woke up tuesday morning and thought 'kim, shut the f#ck up, get over yourself, and read them.' that's what i did.
and they TOTALLY GIVE EVERYTHING AWAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
in their defense they were VERY supportive of the show, they dig what we have created, incredibly humbling, you couldn't ask for anything better.

but some are absolute spoilers.
this show is a like a ghost story, a weaved tale, and you're not supposed to know what is to happen.

i am most likely being a big baby, too sensitive, 'raw nervy' and all that.
maybe i shouldn't have read them.
now i feel lame.

but all will be better because #5 and #6 of my 8 siblings are coming into town tonight to see the show. they're not named '#5 & #6', they're Scott and Liz, but those numbers are their chronological titles....i'm #9. i am very very psyched, they are the first of my family to see it.

and my days off are fantastic, and muchly needed. i was debating on whether or mot i wanted to do back to work at my coffeehouse for those days...but then i came to my senses. i love tryst, don't get me wrong, but i love having that time to myself, to just be, read the paper, do sudoku, see a movie, etc. this monday, for instance i am going to go see 'there will be blood', you know some light hearted fluff, good-feeling flick will do the trick. :)

i have to clean my apt now, scott and liz should be here soon. yay!!!!!!

have a great weekend!

DRUM ROLL PLLLLEEASE...

We are OFFICIALLY officially open! feels like i have been open since tuesday, but apparently last night was the real deal. this has been one hell of a week and i am extremely tired. i now have three wondrous days off to let my mind, heart, and body hibernate.

Interesting thing happened last night. someone walked out.
RIGHT in front of me, literally inches from me.
in not giving anything away, there is a point in my 'urban legend' that, from what Lovely Laura (playwright) has told me, has affected people so much in the various 'workshop readings' of this show that they had to leave, get up and walk out of the theatre. i never thought that would happen, and IT sure as shit DID.
and right as it was happening, i was okay with it, my character understood, I understood, and i took a moment of acknowledgment, gave her time to leave the space, and pressed on.
folks, this show is powerful, at some points unbearably sad, but i promise, it is well worth getting through those points and staying for the rest of the story, promise promise promise.

so, like i said, at the time i was okay with it, but i REALLY hope it doesn't happen again. i felt bad.

i'm off to go do absolutely nothing for three days.

playbill online!!!

and yet more buzz buzz buzz
last night was an OVER-sold house. yowzaa! and the night before was about 20 people for the invited dress. the crazy thing is that i loved both the light and heavy houses in there own way, which is an awesome discovery for me. some shows just don't work or don't feel right with a light house, but i could do this show for ten people, and it would still rock for me. i friggin love that.

.....but don't get me wrong, folks. i still want all those seats filled. girl's gotta eat. :)

invited dress TONIGHT!!!!

Awwwww yeah it is ON! Finally I can start talking to some people. it has been soooo very lonely, telling my story to a bunch of chairs, and Matt, Andrew, Marie, Laura, John, Jen, Kristi with the occasional Howard, Brian, Sheetz and Elissa but STILL. my stuff is getting REALLY OLD with them, i need fresh blood! .....and i mean that in the least vampiric way possible ....maybe...mwahahahahahaha!....ha!...heh...cough cough.
ANYWAY...
How do I feel right now? Hmmmm. A little bit of all these things: nauseous, giddy, full, prepared, jittery, honored, humbled.
That list will shrink once I get closer and closer to tonight, minimized into a sharp focal point, where all i will have to do is walk out on stage and let it happen.

But right now i have to go to the bank and then to the CVS to pick up some dental floss. You shouldn't neglect your gums, kids.

Love you Mean it.

yoga. lots of yoga.

i am going to be as spry as a ten-year old gymnast in no time!! yoga is my savior through all this. keeps me centered, warm, dare i say, pliable, and most importantly OPEN. anytime i feel my crippling doubt seeping its way into my shoulders, i rush to that lovely green mat, put my hands in prayer and proceed to do as many sun salutations as is needed or time will allow.

namaste, indeed, my lovelies. namaste.

tech week is underway.

washington post on line...

check it out. buzz buzz buzz.