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Episode 17! 2 (The Re-Do)

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For show notes, click HERE

I guess I left one of the tracks on mute when I uploaded the podcast.  It’s all fixed now!  Sorry!!

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Wow, only 3 more to go…

I am such a sap when it comes to closing weekends.

I have spent the last 2 months with a bunch of wonderful people bringing to life this coming of age story.  I am a little sad that it’s now coming to a close.

I have a process that I tend to go through when it comes to Opening and Closing nights.  About a week before the show opens, I have my little panic attacks and butterflies.  Then come Opening Night, I am fine, just excited to get things under way.  Then during the week of Closing, I feel the pangs of sadness hit me.  I get a little sad, because there are people that I probably won’t ever see again.  This always happens though.  You can promise to keep in touch, but eventually things begin to slip, and you just lose track.  So I make sure to say my thank you’s to the cast on Opening Night.  I would be a hot mess if I had to write those cards during the week of Closing.

So while I am living in my verklemptiness,  I look forward to meeting up with those same people on Friday to begin closing out Bless Me, Ultima.

For those of you who have yet to see it, you have  three opportunities to catch this show.  You will laugh, and if you have a heart, you will definitely cry.  The end of Act 1 messes me up, every time.

Get your tickets HERE or go to TeatroVision.Org and click the “Buy Tickets” link.  Showtimes are 8 PM on Friday and Saturday and 2 PM on Sunday.  The theatre is located on the corner of  Alum Rock Ave and King Rd.  Let me know if you can make it so I can look of you in the lobby.

I hope to see you there!!

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As I pulled open the door to the Mexican Heritage Theatre’s cast entrance, I could tell that the mood inside was not only playful, but incredibly positive.  I know you are probably thinking “Well, duh!”

So let me backtrack, Tuesday at work was just a funky, junky day, to be brief.  So when I got to the theatre after work, I wasn’t in the right head space to feel or “see” that there was some weird energy going on around me.  I carried with me all the frustrations and problems of the day as got my costumes on and props prepared for the run of the show.  This would be our first true run thru of the show with the lights, and sound and set changes all happening.  Because of this important point in the rehearsal process, I had an even harder time finding that calm one usually needs to find the character that you are about to bring to life. So I was still in my own little world even after I stepped onto the stage for the first time.  This is always bad.  Always.  As I walked off stage, I FINALLY began to get into the swing of things.   But the mood felt odd.  Still.  I thought it was something that I had brought with me, but as the night wore on, I realized that there was something more going on here. I couldn’t put my finger on it, though. As we get to the intermission break, I begin to hear grumblings in the dressing room and BOOM!!!  Now I know that we are officially in the dreaded Hell Week.  Sarcastic Hooray inserted here.  For those of you unfamiliar with the term, we loving refer to the week before Opening Night as Hell Week.  This is the week where everyone is needed for what seems like forever, as we stand around for lighting cue set ups, and the stop and starts of scenes to test set changes, costume changes that may or may not work due to how fast some of them are, and organizing where you need to have your props set for minimum travel time.  While this whole rehearsal process has had it’s ups, it’s also had a few things that have become a habit.  Those habits were the foundation of the anxious energy that was in the building.  Add the stress from the past weekends events, and the new challenges of the run, and you have people who were seriously on edge, and by Act 2 Scene 8, things had reached the point where people were getting angry.  So after the run, the group had a pow-wow and a whole lot of frustration was let out!  Luckily the people who voiced their frustrations used well thought out criticisms and made valid points. So as I left the rehearsal that night and drove home, I wondered what the ramifications of the event were going to be on the next few nights.

Before today’s run thru of the show, we all took a moment to get on the same energy and wave length.  And even though I was late (What? I have to work.) and made it into costume 15 before places, I was able to share and focus my energy and dedication to the cast and production.  So when we hit the stage, there was a few minor hiccups, but things sailed and we made it with a show of 2 hours running time.  I did break my bottle of booze, so the props manager had to make a snap choice and gave me a plain old cork to use.  Minor crisis averted! Personally, I screwed up two of my lines.  One of them, I am supposed to say “Puro vaquero” and it came out more like Puro Cabrone, I don’t even know what that means.  The other line I missed was more like I jumped on top of my cast mate’s line.

Everyone who participates in this process is important.  Allowing them to the chance to talk openly and constructively made for a positive change, while bringing up those issues that need to be handled.  Even more important, as long as the words they use aren’t voiced as personal attacks, the lines of communication stay open and fixes for those issues begin. Just like any other problem.

So even though the last two nights have produced two different performances, I am totally confident that we’ve got a show kids!  Woo hoo! Get your tix now, guys. Click on the picture above to order your tickets and there’s an early bird special.  If you get them ahead of time and not wait til your at the door, you can save a  couple of bucks. Maybe donate it to a good cause.  Like Teatro!


During rehearsal tonight, I happen to be passing by the table that the director and the stage manager tend to work from.  I looked down and began to stare at this neat picture of Death…on a cart.  I think it was possibly a chariot, but it looked like there was no way to hook up a horse to it, so I am gonna call it a cart.  Very long bones, Death has.   I know weird thing to notice, right?  So I picked up the paper (cuz it was a photocopy from the web, I thought) and underneath it there was a book.  And I already forgot what the book was called.  Crap! Anyway…I began to flip through the pages, without any true interest in the book as I was killing time before we got started.  After flipping all the way through and not really seeing anything that caught my eye, except to find out that the Death Cart was a photocopy from the book, I put the book back on the table.

As I begin to walk away, I looked at the cover once more and I recognize that little picture of a boy just sitting there.  Then, I hear in my head, my nina’s (or godmother’s) harsh shrill voice!  She’s calling me a child of the devil and telling me that I am possessed.  Then I begin to remember how I got a spanking out in the parking lot of that little place in Bakersfield where a statue of this kid is located.  That creepy ass little kid statue.

Let me backtrack a little bit.  I was baptized apparently and I think I’ve mentioned before that I used to spend the summers in Bakersfield.  Bakersfield if you don’t know is as hot as…well, hell! Back then, in the early 80’s there wasn’t much in the way of shade in that place.  I only remember one big community pool, a lot of running around in the sprinklers, and burning sidewalks and roads at 7 in the morning.  I would stay with my nina and listen to her yell at her daughters that they couldn’t have this or that. I don’t recall ever needing to go to church, ever.  But there was one time when she wanted to go and see this thing what I always thought was called “Santonio Toucha.”  I didn’t know Spanish then either. And they spoke it so fast, I hated having to stay there for 2 and a half months.  I didn’t know what they were  talking about half the time. I have since come to learn that the little bugger is called “Santo Nino de Atocha” I was close. It translates to the “Holy Child of Atocha.”

I don’t remember what the outside,  or inside actually, looked like. I just feel like it was small.  If I had to compare it, I would say that I felt like I was in something that was that size of a crypt or small mausoleum in a cemetery.  There weren’t other people in the place.  Just my nina, Cecilia, my Uncle Robert, and their crybaby daughters, Angela, Rita, and Lena.  I remember walking into the room and half of it was enclosed like the picture above.  You were supposed to walk through the gate and kiss the statue’s feet or shoe or something like that.  I remember watching my cousins do it, but not my Uncle.  Then my nina tried to make me go in the gated area.  I remember not wanting to go and holding my ground as she began to shove me through.  I grabbed onto the gate, not wanting to go near that thing.  Finally, she pulled my hands off of the gate and picked me up and carried me up to the statue.  I went NUTS!  I know I pulled out some of her hair, because I still hear about it from my cousins on the extremely rare occasions that they are in town. But I flailed and screamed and cried for everything that I could so that I didn’t have to touch that oddly shiny little boy sitting in his gown.

This picture is just a small ceramic statue for the tourist to have.  The ones in the shrine areas are pretty big.

Thankfully my uncle said “Let him go! He doesn’t want to do it.” So my nina dropped me and I “teleported” outside of the gated area.  Hell yeah! It was instantaneous.  As soon as my feet touched the floor, I was already at the gate.  She did her thing, and whirled around and grabbed me by the arm, under the armpit as she dug her nails in as was her custom, and was screaming at me that I had the devil in me as well as the things I stated previously.  As soon as we were out of the (room?) (building?) whatever the hell it was, she whipped off her  chankla.  Urban dictionary has a great entry for it! It reads:

a flip-flop, sandal or slipper. 

If you’re hispanic, you know all of the above are known chanklas and considered sloppy attire.

Gangsters are notorious for wearing them with white tube socks & shorts when having bbq’s at the park.

Abuelitas are also known for slapping you with a chankla if you get out of hand.

Vas a salir con esas chanklas? 

Te voy a pegar con me chankla si no te sientas!

Don’t make me take my chanklas off! (spanglish)

I don’t remember how many times she hit me, but I do remember having large red welts up and down the front and back of my legs.  I don’t care if I did have the devil in me, I was not going to touch that thing, and still won’t to this day.  Of course, now it’s a different matter, but that thing is still gives me the willies.
On a different note, I will begin posting pictures of the Bless Me, Ultima rehearsals on my Facebook page.  Check ’em out here!  That’s all for now!

Knowing when to say “Enough.”

Have you ever gotten a plate of food that was just too much for you to handle?  Has anyone told you that you had “eyes bigger than your stomach?” How about that “you have bitten off more than you can chew?”

Welp, that’s me in a nutshell.   I think of all these things that I want to do, and yet never get to doing them because I always seem to never have enough time.  Without whittling out the very little amount of sleep that I already get, what else could I cut in order to get everything done.  I can’t cut back on TV because I have already done that.

I always want to help and I jump at the chance when people ask because I truly do want to help.  Sometimes I have to wonder though if I am really helping them out.  I guess I have to better utilize what little time I have or try to multitask MORE.  I don’t think it’s possible to do that though.

The reason that I bring up this whole issue anyway is because as I am reading the book version of “Bless Me, Ulitma” I am learning that there are major events left out of the play that actually help me make sense now that I know about them.  I am reading the book in pieces each night before I go to sleep.  Granted, it is an easy read, but I only have those few minutes before drifting off to sleep to get some reading in. I confess I have actually been reading it ever since we started rehearsals, and I STILL have about 40 pages to go.

I KNOW that sometimes my eyes are bigger than my “stomach.”  I just have to figure out how to tetris it all into MY time schedule.   Do you got any suggestions?  I’ve got the “To Do List” thing going and while that helps to remind me what needs to be done, unexpected interruptions make it hard to control all the time.

So what do you do? Or are you like me and try to cram everything in all the time and in effect really harvest nothing of true value?

Somebody just throw water on me already, will ya?

What a world! What a world!