Cape Cod Journal 01

For those of you who haven't heard my summer vacation is not going to be a vacation at all. I'll be working hard with my fellow graduate students as part of the main acting company at The Monomoy Theatre on...drum roll...Cape Cod. And while we're still about five or six weeks away from heading out there to begin our long, hot summer, we received our roles and scripts yesterday, and I thought I would just let you know what all I will be playing: The summer will begin with Fiddler on the Roof (June 22-July3), I'm just a villager in that and very happy about it; next is The Dining Room (July 6-10), this play is made up of an ensemble of several actors of which I am one; while some of the company will be working on The Lion in Winter (July 13-17), I'll move right into playing Elvira in Blithe Spirit (July 20-24); follow that with Lady Rowena in Once Upon a Mattress (July 29-August 7); and then immediately onto the role I'm most excited about, my very first Beatrice in Much Ado About Nothing (August 10-14); and finally after other members in the company finish The Cherry Orchard (August 17-21), I will conclude my summer playing Gloria in Three Men on a Horse (August 24-28).
There is much work to be done before I hit the Cape, but you can rest assured that I will blog about my adventures out there every step of the way so I hope you tune in! Oh my gosh, I get to play Beatrice! I'm absolutely thrilled!

Heather Does not Go to the Theatre

I feel already that the title of this post is misleading as every day I do go to the theatre. In fact, I tend to spend all day long at the theatre. The lengthy list of things to do never seems to end; acting class, voice class, movement class, seminar, teach acting, rehearsal for Olympic Village, see a show, read a show, discuss a show, it never ends. So this morning, as I have nothing theatre oriented to do until 4:30, I just took off. It's a beautiful sunny day, and I just drove off in my old pickup truck into rural Ohio. Out past where my cellphone worked, past Stroud's Run, to a tiny, tiny town called Amesville, Ohio that is quite literally nothing but a church, a bank, and a pizzeria. I stopped there, on the fringe of Amesville and hiked my way up a country road. There were butterflies aplenty, the sounds of woodpeckers in the trees, Redwing Blackbirds flitting in and out of the grass stopping only when hawks would pass, and a pair of haggard looking nags lazily grazing by a pond. Rest assured that while I miss Oregon, and I can't wait to get to New York City, the beauty of this middle-American state is not lost on me.