There's something that I've noticed both in myself and in others, and it is that dancers (while generally very sleek and fashionable) before and after class or rehearsal, turn into hobos. We put on our dance clothes--our tights, leotards, sweaters, then we layer on sweatpants, sweatshirts, stocking caps. We wear big chunky boots. Especially in the winter--all attempts of cute outerwear are off.
That was me yesterday. I had on my tank top, long sleeved tech top, dance pants and tech socks. Then I layered knee high socks, sweatpants, an old sweatshirt and a knit cap over that. Then added my giant down sleeping bag coat and mittens. It inspired this tweet:
It's imperative that when going to a dance class or rehearsal in winter that you Dress Like a Hobo over your dance clothes.-- Erica Reid (@drunkmonkeyshow) December 9, 2013
One of the shows that I am working on right now is in a suburb that is about 40 minutes away. In rush hour traffic, however, it can take up to an hour and 45 minutes. The director gave me her insider info on the best way to get there, and it worked wonders last night in getting me there in just about an hour.
I have a hard time eating before a rehearsal--it's the same as a race. You don't want anything heavy that can upset your stomach, but you don't want to work on an empty stomach. I didn't eat enough before I left yesterday, so I had a granola bar and some water in the car. As I was approaching the rehearsal space, I realized that I was super hungry and also had to pee. Luckily for me, I saw a Panera. I pulled over and parked.
I went into the Panera and saw all the options of bagels. Bagels are perfect pre-rehearsal foods! I picked an everything bagel, and ordered it plain, untoasted, unsliced. The total was $1.14. The employee asked if I had a Panera preferred card, and I told her I did not. She gave me a discount anyways. The total was $1.08.
I pulled out my wallet, and got out a dollar. The one I pulled out happened to be torn in half and taped back together. I got out 8 cents. After I paid, I then beelined it to the bathroom. When I left, I thanked the employee, who tried to avoid eye contact with me.
And I realized that for this wealthy suburban bread cafe, I was, in fact, a transient hobo. A hungry lady who rides the rails and has to pee. They must have been so scandalized.
Everyone's keys are important to them. Everyone's keys are a glimpse into their lives and personalities. My keys are kind of noisy--I have about 6 keys that I use, and then I have 2 bottle openers, a watermelon slice with a happy face, a Beavis key cap that I use as a keychain, an a few other small things on it. Fuzzy has a lot of keys, and a lot of loyalty/ discount swipe cards on his keys. Growing up, my mom had a million keychains on her keys, linked together with many rings, that trailed it seemed down to the floorboard of the car when she was driving. A lot of them were round and acrylic and one of them had a bunch of crazy colors and writing that said something like "These keys belong to an overworked, overdrawn, overwrought, overlooked but still basically fun person." My dad would always tell her to take some of the rings off the keychain, cause he was afraid that it was weighing down the ignition of the car.
I went to Vicksburg a few weekends ago to go visit with my mom. We went to the Christmas Market in Jackson, we went to the park. On Sunday, Fuzzy went out of town, so it was just me and Trish all day. We did some cleaning in her apartment. We moved mom into her current place a few years ago, not knowing what her life was going to be like, there, so now that she is settled, I took a look around and decided that somethings weren't needed. There were baskets of stuff that hadn't been touched since the move, so I thought we should go through them. They were all dusty, and mostly included things that weren't needed--old notes I'd written her, some old receipts, manuals for equipment that no one would ever need. At the bottom of one basket, I noticed that there were some keys. One set of them, I showed mom, and she didn't know what they were, so I threw them away. I picked up the other set, and once I had them in my hands, I had an instant physical reaction.
"Oh, here are Dad's keys."
She said she was wondering where they were. They were so familiar. My dad's keys were iconic to him. He always had them, and if we were at home, he always kept them in the same places. They were very simple--only keys. There was always the red one. I have no idea how many he used regularly--he had several jobs in his lifetime. But the weight of the keys, the feel of them in my hands--they brought back all these floods of emotions and I instantly started weeping. I was surprised at how much an inanimate object could make me so emotional. I looked at mom, who was also teary eyed, and we just sort of nodded at each other.
My dad passed away six years ago today. Six years. This time of year is always hard, even when I try for it not to be. I get a little more emotional, I have a little less patience. I cry at everything. This weekend we've been in Texas with Fuzzy's family, and the Christmas parade made me cry, as did the man who took his two parents out for ice cream the other night when we were in the ice cream parlor. As did almost everything else this weekend. My family always loved Christmas, and I still do, even though it is harder now than it used to be. Our family has changed, things have gotten harder, and now we are spread all over the world. But I am so thankful for the life that I have had, and the ways that my parents and brother have helped shape who I am. I strive to be a giving and nice person to everyone, and I think that trait is one I got from old Dave. My dad was pure love. I will always treasure the love and laughter and warmth and cats and laughter and music and love that the Reids shared.
I miss you, Daddy.
I had SnoBiz just yesterday. In his memory.
Here are some photos of me as Mrs. Lancaster in the super fun early-sneek-peek run of Plucky and Friends this past November at Gorilla Tango Theatre. All of these photos are by the awesome Oomphotography! Also, most of my wardrobe is thanks to the amazing Jean Brudevold, including the dress she described as having "magnificent swirl." It sure did!
The amazingly talented cast! All photos by Oomphotography.
Just the FAQs was just named Reader Recommended this week by the Chicago Reader. Though my area of expertise wasn't mentioned in the review, I will take some credit for the following, which I have highlit in bold:
This comic British-style panel show operates under the principle that there is only one thing better than sharing odd and interesting facts: getting other people to believe odd and interesting facts that you just made up. Six panelists, each claiming to be an expert in something--such as 19th-century German philosophers or cult children's TV programs--are divided into two teams of three. Players present facts and the opposing team must determine if they're true. The team with the most correct guesses wins. The vibe is relaxed and the panelists are witty. It's like hanging out at a really fun cocktail party. And you learn things that will impress your friends! Like, did you know Stephen Sondheim once considered creating a musical based on Groundhog Day but decided against it because the original was perfect? --Aimee Levitt
I had a blast on the show (thanks for having me, guys!) and it's good to know that I was witty, being 1/6 of said panel.
Come see SNORF! November 16th at 2pm at the Playground, $5!