The Tequila Phone Incident
I haven’t done much (read: any) work on this in the past few days, but I figured I do a little writing to a least keep the darn thing alive.
I’m in a play right now where I play an alcoholic woman who is drunk throughout the whole thing. This is more difficult to play than it sounds, especially if one is not drunk while attempting it.
Tonight, I thought I’d do a little method acting. 15 minutes before rehearsal, I was at the boys’ apartment, scouring the cupboards for alcohol. Matt was the only one home and on the phone. Here is the transcript that follows:
J: Matt, what do you have? ::sound of opening and slamming cupboards::
M: Jenn, I’m on the phone.
J: Ooo, here’s some tequila. Oh, wait, tequila is nasty.
M: Don’t drink it.
J: I thought you were on the phone.
M: I am.
J: Well, I have to use whatever you have . . . ::pours tequila into shot glass, positions self over sink::
J: I’m doing it!
::swallowing sound. What follows is a serious of high-pitched yells and gags and the furious opening of the refrigerator, as I frantically search for anything, ANYTHING to wash the godawful taste out of my mouth::
M: ::to person on phone:: Yeah, I’d like an appointment for a hair — FOR CHRIST’S SAKE, ARE YOU OKAY??
End scene.
After that fiasco, I couldn’t for the life of me locate my shoes and instead of borrowing any or risking being a few minutes late, I walked barefoot. Went through the whole rehearsal, barefoot.
It was an ordeal.
Thank you.
Posted by: Zosia | 04-13-2001 | 02:04 AM
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