My Way of Life
We had another fantastic show last night and we seem to have fianlly gotten into a groove. The only problem we seem to have is with people who look at us as strange invaders and the funny thing about this is the pottery class instructor, who wears and looks just what you think a man who teaches people to make vases and ashtrays would like, has been the most ‘unwelcoming’. As a matter a fact, he’s been a total asshole.
I was under the impression that people who worked with clay, which comes from the earth, had a spiritual, lovechild sensibility about them. I was wrong. I’ll never forget the day we were downstairs in his ‘area’. We originally put our costumes in the basement level of the Berger mansion thinking that it would be closer for quick changes. I had just put on my Suzanne Pleshette/Annie Hayworth costume, make-up and wig and I was on my way to put the final touches on my Annie hair when BITTER CLAY MAN in his clay covered apron stepped out of the clay workroom and looked at me and rolled his eyes and sneered with total disgust and contempt. He did not try to hide his judgemental gaze and even had the gall to give me a haughty gaze. It figures I would get the one nasty, bitter, cranky pottery instructor in the city. I was too shocked to say anything to him and it was our first week there so I didn’t want to make any waves. I wanted to march right up to him and yell ‘How dare you judge me, CLAY MAN!’, but I didn’t. He has continued to sneer and give my house managers and various cast members a hard time but has yet to say anything to me. I can see the Sun-Times headline now-
CLAY MAN ASSAULTED BY SUZANNE PLESHETTE IMPERSONATOR-
Emergency room doctors removed a pottery vase from the rectum of 43 year old pottery instructor….
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Why didn’t you? It’s free publicity!
Oh David, another missed glorious oppurtunity.
Chances are, he treats everybody like shit. .
He’s probably just bitter and jealous because you’re putting on a well-received, well-attended show, and he’s stuck in a basement teaching five crabby, incontinent oldsters how to make coil pots.
Aaron, I hate it when you talk about yourself like that!
We love you!
I’ll have you know that all my oldsters are fully continent…
Shouldn’t the headline read “Female Impersonator”?
Unless there’s something about Mr. Cerda that I don’t know . . .
oh…he’s ALL male.
I guess you missed the night he yelled at us for not knowing how his world operates (we put something on what CLEARLY wasn’t a table) and then he proceded to kick, KICK our costumes out of his way. He must be more important than all of us put together…
Someone needs to butter his stairs…capisce?
Looked like a fucken table to me. Or the time he yelled at our kind stage manager and h.m. that we can’t prop the door open…Jay very politely explained to him that we were given permission by the park to do that and the cast already has to climb two flights of stairs thanks to him. What a sad, sad little man.