OC Weekly Theater Awards

            Last night was the 9^th annual OC Weekly Theater Awards, held at the lovely Julianne Argyros Stage at South Coast Repertory. So what, you say? Well, friends and neighbors, I was there. It still seems strange to me, but it’s true. I was there to support the home team. Go, Hunger Artists!

            It was a pretty good night for our little company. “Assassins” won for Best Ensemble. God! I wish I had auditioned for that! Argh!

            Random Moments: I’m in the drink line (there was an open bar, what a bad idea!), when this attractive blonde walks over to me and gives me that “Acknowledge me” look. I was at a loss. Then she says, “You threw me over your shoulder and told me I needed a hystectomy?”  FLASH! “Holy Crap! Kristina Leach!”  Kristina & I were in Christopher Durang’s “The Nature & Purpose of the Universe” together about a million years ago at OCC. As I seem to recall, I also kicked her in the ass in that show. Ah, memories!

            Kristina won for best new play for her “The Medea Project” at The Hunger Artists. Small world, eh?

            I ran into Wendy Braun, who was in my first College Play, “The Adventures of Tom Sawyer” she was Becky Thatcher to my Injun Joe. The last time I saw her was at a very memorable Vampire game.

            Jeremy Gable won for Best Actor. I think. I was in the Bathroom when it happened; I just caught him walking off stage. Pisser! He’s a Hell of a human being. I hate him so much!!!

            There are more tid-bits, but my brain is dull today.

            Go Team!

 

 

JHO

What would Boba Fett do?

I realized that something was missing from my life. There was a hole. An emptiness. Only one thing could fill it.
Boba Fett.



I remember dressing as Boba Fett for Halloween when I was in 6th grade. It was the cheap little plastic costumes you get in a bag. It was 1983.
We couldn't afford to get the Boba gun, so my Dad cut out a piece of Cardboard and I spent an afternoon going over it with a Magic Marker. I think I kept the mask on all day. It was the coolest thing I'd ever had.
I was Boba Fett.
In High School we played the Star Wars Role Playing Game. Obviously, I played a Bounty Hunter. I think my name was Tranis Mylar (Never could come up with cool names). It was fun, but the best was yet to come.
Joe Maiz was the Guru of Gaming in my group of friends. He worked at Gamesmanship in South Coast Plaza and had EVERYTHING. He ran everything. And one spectacular night, we had about 8 people (OK, 8 guys, we rarely had girls playing) who all waned to play Star Wars. Joe wasn't sure what he wanted to do. I was flipping thru the book and saw the description of the man.
"Can I be Boba Fett?"
It was a joke, but Joe got an evil twinkle in his eye. He dragged me into the next room and we hatched our evil scheme.
Everyone got their dice and sodas and we started playing. I sat there in silence for probably half an hour. Joe was beautiful...
"You see Boba Fett walk in..."
"What does he do?"
Joe just turns to me. I start talking...
"He walks over the the bar and..."
"Holy Shit! You're Boba Fett! We're fucked!"
The rest of the game is unimportant. Just know that I was the Man. No, better. I was the Fett.
Somewhere around here I still have the Action Figure from when I was 10. He pops up now and again. Like a ghost.
I think I need some more Fett in my life.



JHO