drama – a fugue in 2 parts…

Opening weekend for the show was fine.  “Fine”, as in, “Whatever”.  After a fairly stressful tech week – where The Diva continued to surprise us with her failure to remember even the most basic lines, blocking or music – she managed to pull a massive rectal extraction on opening night and not fuck up beyond repair.  A good surprise.

Suppose it might have been a case of her setting the expectations low so that even a marginal improvement would be met with “bravo!  you didn’t suck out loud! yay!”  Maybe she’s more clever than i gave her credit for…  But still got many comments from local theater folks along the lines of “What the fuck is up with Diva?” regarding her inability to dance, sing, move or act…  They’ve all seen her do better, and are wondering “whazzup”…

Full house opening night, with nearly full houses on the following Saturday and Sunday.  Not that difficult when you are dealing with a ~100 seat theater.  But it makes us feel all warm and squishy inside to know that there are butts in seats.  Whatever…

No major disasters on Saturday and Sunday.  Although it’s harder than hell to generate much energy for a fucking matinee performance…  Whatever…

For me?  Even a bit more challenging as the “real” trailer park had ventured north on Sunday for the performance.  My niece, DQ, and her husband BJ brought Mom up to see the show.  After the family reunion in July, a nearby cousin* decided to join up and she drove in from another city to meet up with the family.   Was nice to see her and her husband.

Rounding out the clan-attack?  My adorable step-niece, JS, and her partner, R.  This would be the young woman spawned by my eldest sister’s second husband, G, the transvestite, suicidal bank robber…  i love this kid.  She’s been through real shit, and has managed to maintain a degree of functionality that is astonishing.  Further proof that one can escape a trailer park…

But the real trailer park drama was percolating about 60 miles to the south all weekend.  My sister, T, aka “The Miami Hurricane”, blew into town to visit Mom on Friday.  How did i find out she was coming?  A random message she sent to my cousin on facebook saying “hope to see you when I’m in town next weekend”.  No advance notice.  And no one from The Park had bothered to tell T that Mom’s savings are about to be blown to build a mega-trailer.

Given that Mom’s living arrangements are changing fast– excavations are already underway on the outside of her house to add the addition so that DQ and BJ can move in – i thought it important to pre-warn T before she arrived.  T** has a deep and abiding disgust for DQ’s ability to manipulate Mom’s finances to suit her purposes.  But T does NOT have recent situational awareness*** since the rest of the crew treats T with kid gloves.  Due to her pesky tendency to “lock and load” on the bullshit that happens in The Park…

Attempting to head off a Category 5 Hurricane from the southlands, i tried like hell to get in touch with my sister during the week.  Didn’t hear from her until i got an e-mail Friday at noon saying “we’re on the plane.  been a busy week.  will call you when we land.”  But given that i have this pesky day-job – never mind the nightly rehearsals – i wasn’t able to connect with her before she hit town.

As Mom explained it to me, T was beyond pissed off about the plan.  Seeing it as pure exploitation, T actually told Mom “I’d rather DIE than live with them…” and “Shit, it’s much worse than I thought”.  Ouch.  Mom tried to explain that given the options, it seemed the best way forward… But T is not always the best listener when enraged.

In the end, i’m going to have to bite a silver bullet and try to talk T down from the ledge.  i promised Dad i’d ‘look out’ for them.  My role is to keep them from killing each other.  Much like the Soviet Union kept the residents of the Balkan states from slitting throats, i’ve got to re-engage and educate my sister so she stops the sabre rattling and let’s it be… and threaten force from time to time to keep them in line.

Whatever….

wishing like hell i could make myself give a damn...

wishing like hell i could make myself give a damn...

* Eldest daughter of my gnarly and bitter Aunt Helen.  Cousin is very cool.  Sweet of her to come to town to see the show…

** T is the bipolar lesbitarian professor.  When Dad was about halfway through his bout with cancer, she waged war on my niece DQ in a manner that i still struggle to forgive… ah, but that’s a future post….

*** Shipped her a quick e-mail, mentioning that we needed to chat.  That Mom seems happier than she’s been in years, despite the appearance of financial exploitation it seems the best path forward.  Oh, and mentioned that DQ had a miscarriage earlier in the week (announced via Facebook) and suggesting that she go easy while in town…

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14 thoughts on “drama – a fugue in 2 parts…

  1. annie – DQ announced both the pregnancy and the miscarriage via FB. have seen other acquaintances announce break ups, and being laid off. just ‘ouch’. Wishing i could abdicate NOS. Seriously, would be delighted to hand off the crown…

    ginny – sweet cream of jeebus on a toasted rye cracker… onwards….

    unbearable banishment – they all came up to see the show. very sweet, really. but T hadn’t bothered to check with anyone about plans for the weekend, so she headed to the airport while they all piled in the car and headed north. i had everyone over for lunch before i headed to the theater, and they all had a chance to visit more before coming over to the show. it was very sweet. just the random “hurricane” that made my brain melt this time…

  2. Re the Diva; I had a similar experience in a season of Kiss Me, Kate, where the STAR was a complete flop yet bounced back in another theatre the next year to win the award for best actor here in Western Australia. Go figger!

    As for the park – where is Tennessee Williams now he is needed? A streetcar on a glass menagerie’s hot tin roof – – – 😉

  3. what does sweet cream of jeebus on a toasted rye cracker taste like? would it be improved by the addition of peanut buttter? would it be a travesty to have it on wholemeal instead?

  4. Well, at least you are on their friends list and can see the announcements. Which is more than I can say for all but one member of my family. Can’t say I’m sorry about the miscarriage. When I heard about the pregnancy I thought “Oh, no, not again!” I don’t know how you keep your sanity. I must remember to thank my sister who has the NOS role.

  5. i believe if anyone can handle a bipolar lesbitarian professor it’s you Ms. Daisy… and Nursie if i’m ever down under i’ll introduce you to the sweet cream of Jeebus, you bring the crackers, jeebus there’s something wrong with me.

  6. I don’t tolerate silly, enraged, manipulative, wacked out people any more. Could explain why my “friends” are facebook are very limited.
    You have a greater sense of duty and a shit load of patience more than I ever will.
    hope you’ve had some time to relax.

  7. archie – she’s now stepped into the realm of ‘over acting’. painful, but less painful than the ‘deer in the spots’ look as she mucks her lines…

    nursemyra – tasty. i hear it’s very nearly a religious experience. oh, and EVERYTHING is better with peanut butter…

    silverstar – she was actually on birth control when she got pregnant. wasn’t trying this time. and she was somewhat relieved as well – said it never felt right. but the emotions are tough. hormonal misfires for awhile…

    kono – “handle” is too strong of a word, but i’ve “managed” her before. mostly running interference… oh, and the dear nursemyra IS down under. in australia, that is!

    hisqueen – not patience. fear of failure. fear of breaking the promise i made my dad. i’d have a hard time looking myself in the eye if i didn’t try really hard to keep the peace. doesn’t mean i still won’t fail, but i’ve got to try…

    awalkabout – ah, you remember. thinking that there will be no ‘post show let down’ this time. relief. buckets and buckets of relief. mixed with a lot of sleep.

    uncle keith – totally. you know, that guy is such a pervert…

  8. dave – thanks! only two performances to go, and i can’t wait to get it behind me. not likely to have video, but there may be a few more pictures that pop up… was surprised by a standing ovation from a sold out house last night – from an audience that laughed through the whole show. almost makes it worthwhile…

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