A Taste Of The Honeymoon..

Just a taste... We had an amazing time.

THE LOOOOOONGEST WEEK EEEEEVER!

I'm not kidding. Father Time must've stroked out and left his hourglass set on slow motion. I've aged 5 years in the last 4 days! Waiting. Waiting. Waiting.

My first class on Monday morning flooded into the room, fell into their seats and then energetically exclaimed, "Mr. Cobb, Spring Break Starts Friday!" I knew it was going to be a long week.

Tomorrow is Good Friday. Good Friday as in, 'GOOD, it's finally Friday! I can get on the plane and finally go on my Honeymoon! GOOD, school is finally out and I can take my wife to San Francisco and we can have a wonderful time! GOOD GAWD, I thought Friday would never get here!"

Of course we still have to clean up the apartment, drop the Toooter off at my folks', dye Sara's hair, do some laundry, pack our bags and get up at the butt crack of dawn before we board our plane to the West Coast!

My First Show In Over 3 Years!

I was, after all, offered the part of proscecuting attorney David T. Wilentz in the Colonial Players' production of John Logan's Hauptmann. I did not expect to be cast, as you may read in previous posts, but I am excited about being a part of this show. Also I will be playing the part of a man whom in his day was the youngest attorney general appointed in New Jersey State history. (I believe that to be an accurate statement.) The research alone on this show is going to be amazing...

If you don't know much about the Lindbergh kidnapping, you live in the Annapolis area, and have a free night during late April early May you should come and see the show.

My First Call-Back In Over 3 Years...

So I got a call-back for Hauptmann audition. I wasn't expecting to be called back, as I've stated earlier, but they wanted me to read for a specific part if I was feeling up to it after my Lithotrispy. Well, I didn't sleep to well last night and I had a rough morning but by this afternoon I felt as if I could stand on my feet and read from a script for a little bit.

Once again I am happy with the way the audition went and felt like I showcased myself pretty well for the director. However, she did ask to speak with me after the audition. I have a huge conflict with the rehearsal schedule! Sara and I are leaving on our honeymoon starting on Good Friday and won't return until March 30th. I've known this all along, and I realize that it could hurt my chances of being cast in the show. It's just one of those things...

Apparently, my memory sucks!

Or their have just been such incredible advancements in the field of lithotripsiy. Years past they lowered my body into a tub of water; submerged. Today I lay on a table with a little section that had some water resting in it, which I lay my side over. I barely got wet, woke up within the hour, and now I feel much better than I thought I would. Don't get me wrong, there's still pain. Once the anesthesia wore off I was thankful for the painkillers but nothing quite like the hell I remembered.

Mmmm, I could use a Painkiller, right now. (The tropical drink - not the pill.)

Out Patient!

Tomorrow morning, bright and early, I will be heading to the Maryland Kidney Stone Center, up past Baltimore for a simple out patient procedure. Lithotripsy! Basically, they focus sound waves on your kidney to break up the stones. I read somewhere a description that referred to this procedure as practically painless.

Bullshit!

If I remember accurately, from previous Lithotripsies, you wake up from the anesthetic feeling like you've been hit by a bus, then you must void your bladder for the recovery room staff so they can be sure that of your urine flow. (The urine in question actually comes out looking like bloody, grainy, nasty pomegranate juice.) Then you spend the next few days wondering how every single muscle in your abdomen and back can hurt without any ribs being broken, then you start to wonder if maybe the idiot doctors zapped you too hard and, indeed broke a rib, so you pop a painkiller zone out and start to forget about the pain for awhile until you rip a huge fart that threatens to force you into unconsciousness it hurts so bad, as your scream fades into a whimper.

Painless?

I'll update you on how accurate my memory is within the next day or so... hopefully.

My First Audition In Over 3 Years!

The play Hauptmann is being staged by the Colonial Players here in Annapolis. It basically tells the story of Bruno Richard Hauptmann, the man who was arrested and convicted of the Lindbergh Baby Kidnapping.

Here are the highlights of the audition - I got up to read for the first time and realized that my zipper was down; there was no hiding it. A dude got up to read and his German Accent sounded like a cross between Kermit the Frog, and the Count, from Sesame Street. I read the 23rd Psalm in German... I do NOT speak German! A younger, bigger Denver Pyles lookalike showed up to audition wearing a black T-Shirt with Melvin The Martian in Silver Sequins!

Other than that, I think the audition went fairly well. I don't expect to be cast, for a number of reasons, but I was happy to have auditioned, and think I made an impression for future shows, maybe.

It's Their Favorite Song

In all of my years serving tables, and bartending no gratuity or verbal praise EVER made me feel as good as I felt today when the kindergarten class brought me a bowl of 'stone soup' which they had made in cooking class. You see, they recently had read the children's story and wanted to bring me a bowl because I taught them the 'Soup Song' in my music class. We can't have a class without singing it, they love it so.

Damn My Lobster Grip

Today I went to the firing range with my best friend to shoot off a couple rounds on his new 9mm hand gun. It's from Czechoslovakia! It's pretty bad ass if you're into guns; many people are. The range was full. I saw young men, old men, hunters (I'm guessing they were hunters from their clothing and ponytails.), couples, and even a few dad's with their young children. Everyone was their with one purpose in mind. We all wanted to shoot a deadly weapon at a paper target. *

I'm not that good a shot. It's been over ten years since I last held a gun and apparently, according to the information on my hunting targets, I have a Lobster grip. That means I squeeze too hard on the gun and most of my shots pull down and to the right of where I aim. It happened a lot.


My best friend, though, is pretty good for being a new gun owner. He has good grouping, and very few of his shots went astray (less than mine). We spent some time at the range and then left feeling a little tired and sore. My arm still feels a little numb.

* TARGETS: There were bull's eye targets like the one we started on, hunting targets and then, of course, you have the human targets. Some of these include human silhouettes, cartoonish portraits of thugs, or even skeletal terrorists. I think the most disturbing thing I saw today was a man and his 10 year old child shooting at a skeletal Osama Bin Laden - complete with beard, sunglasses, turban, and a machine gun. (We too ended up shooting at the skeletal terrorist target, but that's okay because it made us giggle... oh yeah, and we're not minors.)