**RAIN, RAIN, GO AWAY** (!!!)
This really wierd little thing happened to me during "Don't Dress for Dinner" (The last show I did). I only had five Q's for the whole show (exuluding the preshow and intermission music) and their were was like 45 min. between each of them. So I'd sneek out of theatre during most of the time. (Hey, it was a comedy that ran for three weeks four or five times a week. By the end of the run, the motherfucker just wasn't that entertaining anymore.) Pete's character didn't go on until lhalf way through the second act, so he was usually stuck waiting around doing nothing for a long time as well.
Now Pete is, to his disadvantage as an actor, a fairly big (as in tall,round, and meaty) guy. THis gets him type cast a whole lot. In fact, having three shows with him onstage I've done with him in the last year and half, I must admit, he only seems to play a slightly more avanced version of the character from the previvious show. In the first show I did with him, he played an S&M bondage gimp who was only intelegent enough to grunt, moan and whine as means of communication. After his revival of the living theatre repetoire (oooppps! How did that their?!
) The next show he played the brizker style slave of a hermetic wizard who lived in a deep dark cave. He'd had his tongue cut out, and was so dangerous he had be in Shackles. In this he played the biker husband of of a women who did cooking for some kind erotic cuisne company (Bare Bones Theatre Group is for the whole family!). Laun (My director) had him dressed up like one of those switchblade and bike chaining wielding punk rockers you see trolling the streets after dark in rhythm to Herbie Hancock or Grand Master Flash in Regan Era movies about California and Manhattan: BRIGHT red psuedo-spiky hair, sleeved on both sides, chain connecting his noise ring to one of his man ear rings, some of which were safety pins anf fishing lures, "...rips and zippers all in [his] shirt, real tigh t pants..." (but no minnie skirt 
) (I must admit that I've know the man all his life, and didn't he was a freak until I saw him at night...)
This really wierd little thing happened to me during "Don't Dress for Dinner" (The last show I did). I only had five Q's for the whole show (exuluding the preshow and intermission music) and their were was like 45 min. between each of them. So I'd sneek out of theatre during most of the time. (Hey, it was a comedy that ran for three weeks four or five times a week. By the end of the run, the motherfucker just wasn't that entertaining anymore.) Pete's character didn't go on until lhalf way through the second act, so he was usually stuck waiting around doing nothing for a long time as well.
Now Pete is, to his disadvantage as an actor, a fairly big (as in tall,round, and meaty) guy. THis gets him type cast a whole lot. In fact, having three shows with him onstage I've done with him in the last year and half, I must admit, he only seems to play a slightly more avanced version of the character from the previvious show. In the first show I did with him, he played an S&M bondage gimp who was only intelegent enough to grunt, moan and whine as means of communication. After his revival of the living theatre repetoire (oooppps! How did that their?!
) The next show he played the brizker style slave of a hermetic wizard who lived in a deep dark cave. He'd had his tongue cut out, and was so dangerous he had be in Shackles. In this he played the biker husband of of a women who did cooking for some kind erotic cuisne company (Bare Bones Theatre Group is for the whole family!). Laun (My director) had him dressed up like one of those switchblade and bike chaining wielding punk rockers you see trolling the streets after dark in rhythm to Herbie Hancock or Grand Master Flash in Regan Era movies about California and Manhattan: BRIGHT red psuedo-spiky hair, sleeved on both sides, chain connecting his noise ring to one of his man ear rings, some of which were safety pins anf fishing lures, "...rips and zippers all in [his] shirt, real tigh t pants..." (but no minnie skirt ) (I must admit that I've know the man all his life, and didn't he was a freak until I saw him at night...)
mia:
I just meant panties in general... not for my sets.. like in normal everyday life.. you know. that kind of thing. yeah.
morgan:
maybe guys have more time on their hands to invent stupid euphemisms. or something like that.