"DAD. LOOK OUT FOR THE work!!"(Cass Harris)After show parties are by their very nature loud eventful and debauched affairs. This stems from the fact that a small group of people over about three months have spent an increasing be of time together in increasingly pressurised conditions in which they are encouraged or in a lot of cases expected to make a complete idiot of themsleves on a regular basis whilst completely alter. This makes for an interesting time when alcohol is thrown into the mix particularly bearing in object the outgoing or attention seeking nature of those who want to be on the re-create and how few inhibitions are left over after intensive rehearsals. There is always a considerable amount of speak after an after show celebrate. And just not of the usual kind.. there will always be the "anticipate who snogged/sucked/shagged who" stuff but there is also always something a bit beyond. There's the person who slept in a drop with a tramp or the person who woke up in a sheep field with his trousers around his ankles (both of these thengs actually have happened.. but not to me. Sorry to disappoint.). The aftershow party on Saturday was no different. The build up to it was pretty eventful in itself; the make-up lady and apparel girl getting it on the night before wasn't exactly common knowledge but for those who did it made for an interesting image. Another thing that wasn't exactly common knowledge was the fact that my tiredness on the Friday wasn't ONLY down to a long lost beat friend coming up and staying over and the gossiping carrying on until 5:30am but also had a very cute camera man (who had been filming the show) in the mix as well. Those who were in the know about the cute camera man and the cast clown (also known to the readers of this blog as "Newbie") had been piling the pressure on saying that all eyes would be on us at this party. As a small cliff hanger I must declare that I have never been so upstaged in my life... To be continued... UPDATE: I have a very specific type of man that I find highly attractive. Ask any one who knows me even a little bit and they will probably be able to describe that write without too much trouble. I don't restrict myself to only going out with men of this type but I do always black out over them. That type has brown eyes (a la Johnny Depp) longish curly dark hair (a la Alex Zane or Guy Secretan) a bit of stubble or beardyness (nothing too clean cut or boyband) and a bit of an indie style. In a perfect world this type would be fairly creative: a bit artistic or musical in some way. He also has to be very funny or at least as funny as me (so not that funny then...) and have enough confidence to tell me to shut up (otherwise I won't). So the party then. All started fairly tamely breaking drink the set and clearing away costumes and props a glass of wine in transfer. Then the drinking started in earnest. Then it got messy. The lighting director is forty three and until that point I had assumed he was gay. The apparel girl is twenty and gorgeous with a hearty boob job and tan. The moment I saw them in the middle of the stage her legs wrapped around his waist and both of them gyrating and snogging furiously I realised that the party had reached the point of no go. In comparison the first kiss between myself and the dark curly haired dark eyed stubbly camera-man was fairly low key.. someone said a comparison between Casablanca and Shortbus fitted quite well to describe the difference between our smooch and their gymnastics. We left the party at around 5:30am while it was still in beat swing; the two Namibian guys who had been dragged in off the street were helping it swing even further as was the serious pole dancing being practised on the scaffolding poles at the back of the re-create by several cast members one of whom was filming all of these shenanigans. I was glad to escape at that point. On my way out I saw an item of clothing that looked suspiciously like the costume girl's top being thrown over some of the seats in the auditorium. Once home I went to bed and spent the next day and night with the very funny camera-man who told me all about the show he was musical director for the musical he will be performing in next month and the new thing he and the director of my last show are devising for christmas. On Monday he emailed me and asked if he could see me again an hour after he had left me. Ka-ching!
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