Back in Portland. Weird night last night after an uneventful few days.
I went to Eugene on Friday for a feeler meeting with PGL about Retard Vampire. She read the script and likes it. She wants to play the female lead in a production we're tentatively planning for the winter. This is good. Bad is that we're already getting flak about the name fro venue owners and booking people.
Also bad—maybe bad, really, maybe nothing—is PGL wants me to change certain aspects of the thing: dialog and the like. I didn't let on how not into changing the play I am. She also has suggested (sensibly) a handful of ways we might skirt a title change without explicitly promoting the title. I'm open to trying.
Not sure how rehearsals will work. I'm uncertain if PGL is ready for me to live in her studio apartment every weekend. Possibly with Jonathan and other Portland-based cast members in tow. We'll see.
Also, be careful with this one, Williams. She's fragile. Don't turn this into ATS 2 unless you're very certain that's how you wanna proceed. Remember what happened last time you ignored my advice, Future Daniel!
Last nite was a trip to Zach and Kyja's house for beers. I had fun until I became maudlin for some reason, and then put Lydia Loveless on the stereo and fell into a K-hole. Or more accurately perhaps, a J-hole or an M-hole. I was sad, is all. I went in and sat with the ladies—incl. ML—but the melancholy overtook me and I drove home.
I found myself screaming in the car at two am. It was not especially cathartic. I parked in the driveway and texted HYM the song that had been messing me up so much, Bilbao. It's incredibly good. It hurts me so much. Thank goodness H was asleep. Who knows what I would have said in that state?
This morning was Sunday. I went to Eclectic Kitchen, ate breakfast, and have been sitting around here most of the day.
I'm still a little bummed about MJS and a little disappointed in myself about JNS. I wish I had a clearer focus or better handle on what I am trying to do here.
Tried to get BAH to call me yesterday. No dice.