What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stranger

Keys to the Kingdom August 31, 2015

So the  theatre that I worked at on the resort wasn’t at all like Dirty Dancing. Mostly because Patrick Swayze wasn’t there to be all sexy, but also because the actors and the servers were not allowed to socialize.

The servers were never allowed to come into cast housing, and fraternizing after hours was looked down upon in the hope you don’t get fired sort of way.

Of course, as with all rules, there were some really good reasons.

Like the time an actor had sex with an underage server.

Or the time the actors and the servers discovered that, with their powers combined, they had the keys to the kingdom.

See, the theatre folk had the keys to all the theatre buildings: the theatre itself, the rehearsal space, the prop shop, the set shop. You know, all the places where illicit fun can be had. The servers had the keys to the place where the karaoke equipment and beer kegs were kept. I think you can see the story starting to build. (more…)


The Sad Tale of the Drying Rack (Or The Time My Husband Dumped Me) April 9, 2014

Filed under: Marriage Mayhem — meganorussell @ 10:00 am
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When I was in college, I was like most: young and naïve. I was wholly against alcohol, loud noises, and all things that belonged in a party. Unfortunately, I was also a performance major as was my boyfriend. We would go to IHOP, watch movies, and do all sorts of college freshman things. And considering that my best friend was Mormon, we were all moving at the very same speed.

Then my boyfriend was cast in a show. Songs for a New World to be exact. It was a very small cast performing in a show about life experiences. My boyfriend was the youngest in the cast, so they all lovingly took him under their wing. But their wing involved scary things like alcohol. (more…)


Tipsy Tiara August 17, 2013

Filed under: Hi-Ho the Glamorous Life — meganorussell @ 10:00 am
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When I was working at the Astor’s Beechwood Mansion in Newport, Rhode Island they took their living history very seriously. We didn’t have a script for our tours. We had a giant binder of history we had to learn. We had to learn about the politics and manners of the time period. We had an entire day of family tree lessons. It was intense.

At the end of our two-week-long history boot camp, we did something called a live-in dinner. That meant that the returning cast members acted as servants and the new cast members played their aristocratic characters. We were going to spend a full seven-course meal in character in the year 1891. Sounds amazing, right? (more…)