One thing I didn't anticipate for this show was that I would be wearing glitter. You know, to give me that heavenly aspect and all.
It's not so much the wearing that I mind, it's the removing. Which I have found next to impossible. And what a sight I make riding the Belmont bus at 11 pm with glitter on my face. At least I'm heading in the right direction (Halsted).
The other odd thing is I'm not wearing my glasses in the show, which is quite a trick when your eyes are 6X and 6.5X (that's 20/600 and 20/650). I can't see a fucking thing. Honestly, my 20/20 vision spans a narrow range from 4 to 6 inches in front of my face. I'm sure it's pretty amusing to watch me do the crossword backstage, nose pressed against the newspaper. At least I can't see the people laughing at me.
I've worked without glasses before, but that was in a very short scene where I was doing a monologue, so things like eye contact and navigating my way around set pieces wasn't a big issue.
Here it's a little harder, but I'm doing it this way to create some semblance of a vague impression of an idea of Dick Martin. That and parting my hair on the side. And a thus-far pitiful attempt to grow sideburns.
But I think it's also produced a helpful side effect. The disorientation and detachment I feel definitely help put me in that zone of Dumbness where I need to go -- long trip that it is.
And I haven't broken anything or anyone yet. Except my leg, of course. Will definitely be breaking a proverbial leg tonight.
See? I'm even making very bad jokes, just like Dick Martin. Total immersion, baby.