Those of you who were following the Becca fiasco have been asking what ever came of all that.
For those who have not been following it, what happened was basically this:
Someone named Becca left a comment that rubbed me the wrong way. I replied to the comment which rubbed her the wrong way. She claimed to know me. She said her husband's name was Christian who was a closeted homosexual who'd killed himself 6 months ago. I couldn't remember anyone by those names.
After some more private correspondence, she decided that she perhaps has me confused with someone else.
A Man of No Importance
When I was packing up to move out here, Matt called me. It had to have been only 2 or 3 days before I left Cedar.
He asked if I'd like to be in a play reading. I said, "Well, sure!" He said, "Okay. You'll get an email. Bye."
I was privileged to be a part of the very first in a play reading series that Matt has created for his theatre.
Not only that, A Man of No Importance is a gorgeous play. It's about a man in 1960's Dublin who is a bus conductor, puts on community theatre with his bus patrons, and is closeted and in love with the driver of his bus. The play's journey takes the audience through the demise of his production of Salome while, simultaneously, the townsfolk and his spinster sister find out that he likes 'fellahs'.
Because it was a staged reading and not a full on production, there were only 5 rehearsals before the one-time performance. I sobbed every time we did a run through. When the lead character, Alfie, comes to terms with his sexuality, he feels wonderful and alive, only to be humiliated moments later. Then the play ends with a gorgeously tender moment with his cast and sister.
Ashley-on stage-sobbing. I just had to tell myself it was what my character would have done. So that's what I did.
Thanks, Matt, for that opportunity. I worked with some incredibly talented people. Every role was filled by a top notch actor from Southern California.
Also, thanks to the director, Jason James, and cast & crew.
She joined up with ROTC at school. And she loves it. Uh, could there BE anything better for her???
She turns 13 next week. My 2nd teenager. Shit.
In case you were wondering, I haven't heard anything about him seeing the blog or some such related news. Whew.
I left my purse and keys in Matt's car which was with him at work. Since I was stuck at home for the day, I had a (one) glass of wine at 11 am. Which means I was drunk at 11:05. I made a chocolate cake from scratch in my underwear. I danced in front of Matt's mirror while the cake baked, and I ate chili cheese Fritos. I'm sorry you weren't here to enjoy that.
I love you.