I performed a Puck monologue, because it was the only one I could bring up on such short notice. Then they had me do it as an old man would do it, and then as I would do it in talking to a deaf person. Then I had to tell a joke.
Here's the sad part. I couldn't think of any jokes, except for the one that's in To Gillian on her 37th Birthday about the bellringer. So I told that one. Doesn't that tell something a little pathetic about my life? That the only joke I have heard in a few years was in 1997 in a play I was in? My gosh, how pathetic! I need to get a life, obviously.
Anyway, despite it being completely unoriginal, the directors hadn't heard it before, and they laughed. Which was good.
Then when it was time to leave, they asked if Kirstin would like to audition too. That suprised me a bit, but I asked her if she was interested, and she of course got very excited. She did a somersault at their bequest, and then told a story that she made up off the top of her head. I was suprised to hear her tell it so eloquently. It was the tale of a mouse that rode a train down the drain of the bathtub to go to a restaurant there, and then got kicked out, because there are no mice allowed.
She's a very strange kid. I can't believe how old she's gotten. She has so many adult teeth now, and is so tall that she looks much older than she is! I can't believe she will turn 8 in August. My time with her is almost half over! I hope I'm getting it right.
Tonight I think I actually have an evening without anything to do. I'm stunned. I have no idea what I'm going to do with myself. I think I'll probably clean, do laundry, and marvel at my fate.
