we're baaaa-aaaack!!

The "Jack" show is coming back -- woo hoo!! As much as I was thrilled & proud to be a part of its 1st incarnation, I am twice as excited to herald our return: Jack 2.0!! All About Jack: The Impersonators of Jack Nicholson is BACK for a second run at Theatre 68 in Los Angeles ... AND a Two-Night Stand in San Francisco!!

Have you ever wondered what makes Jack Nicholson tick? Where he came from? What his famous movie roles would've looked like, translated through the minds & bodies of 8 Jack impersonators? Then THIS is the show for you!! Come with us on a wild ride through his "discovery" & early days in Hollywood, his iconic performances & renowned eccentricities. Eight Jacks & one vivacious vixen take you on a tour of the life-and-times that you will never forget!!

Tickets for L.A. here:
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Tickets for S.F. here:
https://www.brownpapertickets.com/event/80545

(Okay ... sorry for the shameless pandering, but I'm incredibly proud of this show. Come & see us -- you won't regret it.)

utter nonsense

And yet, it makes me giggle.

via here.
(Amsterdam is so pretty.)

Besides, it's better than navel-gazing, self-indulgent whinging ... isn't it?

so this happened ...

Yeah, I know. I kind of suck lately. Sorry ... I'm doing my best.

Anyway -- this little exchange took place between me & one of my castmates last night. (Have I told you that my play is coming back? I haven't?! What's up with tha... oh, right.)

Cast Dude: Hi there, Married Lady!

Me: Dude, I'm gonna punch you in the f**king face!!

Ahem. Allow me to explain. I've been getting some "weird vibes" from people since I got married. (And non-Californian readers, please forgive that uber-Cali-ism. The fact is, it's as accurate as it is embarrassing.) To wit:

Cast Dude: Whoa!

Me: That's NOT. My Name.

CD: I know!

Me: Nor is it my defining characteristic.

CD: Okay. Chill.

Me: You f**king chill.

Okay, so I'm having some issues. For example: the paperwork that's necessary to officially change my name came in yesterday's mail, and I'm ever-so-slightly clinging to my identity as I know (knew?) it. I thought I was totally down, but now I'm freaking out. I don't know yet if any of these feelings are valid ... but I'm nonetheless having them.

And it's not helping that some of my friends (all guys, whatashocker!) are treating me like I have something contagious. "Don't get to close -- she's got Marriage!!" And while I "may" have over-reacted just a tad, Cast Dude had addressed me on four previous occasions as Married Lady, and I let him know that I wasn't kosher with that on three of those. For f**k's sake, people -- if I'm on the brink of giving up my last name, can I at least keep the first one?!?!

So ... there you have it. I'm here, I'm thinking about things I should be blogging as my days get too crazy to make it actually happen ... and I'm freaking the f**k out. All in all, just another day in the life.

Oh, and my play is coming back!! I'll tell you all about it. Soon-ish.

getting back into the habit

Okay, so in between sorting through thousands of photos & trying to decide what to call this blog after the recap posting is done ... I have a few more favorite pics to share.

Me & my hot-ass MOH, Our Lady of the Holiday.
The Mr. & I having a sweet moment at the post-ceremony dinner ...

... and a not-so-serious moment on the beach in Malibu.
I know I've been terrible about reading & commenting on so many of my favorite sites out there. I've got nothing remotely resembling a good excuse -- I've just been hormonal & sulking. But I still love you & I'm shaking off the cobwebs, I promise.

2122 ...

That's how many pictures I'm working my way through. Slowly, sure ... but c'mon. This is more of a career than a job. And it doesn't help that our photog did such an amazing job that I love every 3rd shot.

Here's one of my favorites so far -- I'd been dancing for hours, surrounded by my favorite people. I had no idea my hair had fallen down, nor did/do I care.


Another reason for a picture of my back: my agent got me an audition to be the new spokes-chick for Botox. Yes, really. So don't anybody hold their breath for more photos ... 'cause I'm going back to bed.