I Was Cured

I think I was still feeling the frustration from that shoot on leaving work yesterday. Not even writing about it was enough to purge the ketchup and bile sandwich on poop bread that was the bad taste of Tuesday’s shoot. I was being ridiculous about it, holding onto it for far too long, but then the Mariners game let out about a minute and a half before I walked past the stadium on my way home.

Do you know a good way to beat that frustration hanging around you like a lead shower curtain of shame and rage? Well I can tell you that being suddenly surrounded by 20,000 drunken nimrods from the ‘burbs is not a good one for me.

I charged through the city sidewalks, sidestepping jerseyed clowns and wearing a scowl that after awhile actually hurt my face. After awhile though, I didn’t care, this scowl was keeping people out of my path. I actually watched a person begging for change begin the body movement of their act and upon seeing said scowl, became quickly deflated and set their eyes towards the next target.

I was trying to get home quickly, knowing what was on the schedule for me.

On the flip side to Tuesday’s exercise in the sort of frustration that begged for self-inflicted wounds, the loving yin to the video shoot’s suicidal yang, the cast for the new show I’m doing met up for an initial read through last night.

This is a cast that for the most part has worked together before, a cast that already has a fast and saucy short hand, a cast that has touched each other inappropriately a number of times.

After the necessary “your mom” jokes and spankings, general horsing off, we sat down and got into business. Actors were actorating and the director was taking charge and steering us towards the vision she had in mind. I got a little taste of my love of acting and it was enough to wash away what felt like the flavor of sour cream and marshmallow caked to my teeth like the morning after a late night Mexican food/Easter candy free for all that is the example I’m using now for a bad taste up in there.

Anyhow, it’s good to be actively doing something that I love, and it’s good to have this group to remind me why it’s something I love.