Friday, September 29, 2006

Updates: Wedding Hoedown, Mortified.

First of all, regarding the question of wedding music in the previous post, we have arrived at a somewhat happy compromise. The classical guitarist will play, but we put the kibosh on "I Can't Help Falling in Love," "Ode to Joy" and other offenders.

For the processional, I tried to make "Hallelujah" work (I'm partial to the Jeff Buckley cover), but it didn't suit the short time frame involved for the aisle-trotting. It did occur to me that a song containing the lyrics "Love is not a victory march/It's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah" doesn't exactly say "happily ever after, babe," but hey, I like to keep it real.

In the end we decided to go with "Pavane," and here is the embarrassing admission for that one: I first heard that song on a Sex and the City episode.

Moving on, it looks like my flirtation with Mortified is done for now. Though everyone agrees it's hilarious how pathetic my obsession with Prince was, the SF show's producers seemed to disagree a little bit about what to do with me.

One of them was up for taking my entire diary and editing it into a monologue, saying she thought she could knit together all the funny stuff; her partner seemed to think there just weren't enough story threads there besides Prince, and that I needed to look into other diaries for more material.

I think I agree with the latter assessment, for the purposes of the show. What makes Mortified work is the way they turn everything into a little vignette, with multiple story threads and plenty of laugh lines. Entries that might be kind of funny to read to your friends wouldn't necessarily work as part of an onstage act.

Though a trip back to my other diaries is a possibility for the future, when it came to this particular purple polka-dotted diary, I just wasn't up for trying to turn a donkey into a thoroughbred of humiliation.

One possible additional "thread" that came up in my second audition was my relationship with my brother, who crops up from time to time as a thorn in my side. Here, for your enjoyment, is an entry illustrating said relationship.


January 25, 1984

Benny. That's his name. The person that's making life worse. And, by the way, he happens to be my brother. Mr. Jerk, that's him. He makes me cry almost beacause he gets away with EVERYTHING he does to me. It's like, if he shot me, I'd get in trouble for being within his target range. Like tonight, when I borrowed a piece of tape from him. OK. I jokingly turn off his light, and next thing I know, he's off on a spaz. He sat on me and really hurt me, making me say that he was great, and that I'm sorry (the little bitch). I'd already told Mom, and she said we have to work it out for ourselves. Nyah, nyah, nyah. See what I mean? It bugs me. It bugs me because if I did that to him (after he got off me, he was actually cheap enough to take the tape back), I would be punished or yelled at. He gets away with murder and I'm sick of it. No more.

4 Comments:

Anonymous Z said...

No More!

I love the drawing of the line --
"No more. This far, but no further. I will not go quietly into the night! Today, I stand and fight!"

Um, so what happened next?

7:57 PM  
Blogger hans q. bungle said...

fuggin' benny

11:13 PM  
Anonymous pbdotc said...

just you wait and see, benny!

9:20 AM  
Blogger Christina said...

Yeah, the "no more" is pretty funny since nothing changed until we learned to ignore each other and then learn to appreciate each other much better from the comfort of separate abodes as adults.

I once got an awesome response to my whining about the travails of being oldest from my sister, who has a five-year-old and twin three-year-olds:

"I didn't have any alone time with mom and dad because you and Ben were always around.

"I was also the just the 'CUTE' one or the 'DUMB' one. Maybe I should have had more expected of me and I wouldn't have the confidence issues that I have now. (Sad music is playing in the background)

"Okay, enough whining. I have to go because I am making Austin learn the US presidents while Carter and Ariana eat ice cream and jump on the furniture."

3:41 PM  

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