Thursday, January 19, 2006
What a Relief
Okay, before anyone that knows me faints in shock, I am about to make a sports reference. For those of you uninitiated in my knowledge or lack there of in some arenas, this is the equivalent of George Bush stringing together a coherent sentence. (It just don't happen often.) Here it comes...
It seems only appropriate that as the world recognizes a great reliever in Sutter and his planned enshrinement in the baseball hall of fame, that we take a look at one of IF's absolute best key players, when it comes to stepping in and getting it done. He's also one of IF's absolute newest ensemble members. (Which I believe has all the cachet of a dog wearing his license, but hey we keep getting folks to come on board.)
Allan Ross first stepped in to play the heavy in a show filled with heavies, "Howya Doin Frankie Banana?". He then took an extended hiatus from IF and the stage, while he addressed his million other interests and projects like graduation and his true passion, writing. He came back to play a hopped up heroin addict whose death sends his brother on a mission of vengeance in the world premiere of "Lake of Fire." He finally got to try some lighter fare by playing the innocent love interest of a prostitute trying to go straight in "Sex."
This time around he sets the stage as the show opener Prologue. He later returns as the hairdresser to the rich and famous, Sura.
No matter what, no matter when, Alan is always ready to step up and tackle the roles we throw at him. He's always committed to giving it his best and finding the threads that the director needs to weave the story. That's what makes him a welcome relief and addition to our misanthropic family.
Off the stage, he rivals Sara, Markitwia and Lamont in their ability to know every freaking person you run into. Truly, any time you go out with any of this group you feel like the entourage, sans all the quick witticisms drolly thrown out by Jeremy Piven. You'd think that there might be somewhere you could go that they weren't recognized, but you'd be wrong.
I'm always in awe of this ability. I tend more to the brooding reclusive figure cloaked in darkness sitting in the corner. It's not that I don't like people, I just don't have the strength to keep up with vast responsibilities of being that excited to see so many of them.
Before I let you off the hook from these peripatetic ramblings, I would like to pose a question and ask you to comment to this blog.
"What does liberal mean to you?"
TTFN XOXOXOXOXOXOXO
and any other balderdash you choose to insert at the close of missive.
It seems only appropriate that as the world recognizes a great reliever in Sutter and his planned enshrinement in the baseball hall of fame, that we take a look at one of IF's absolute best key players, when it comes to stepping in and getting it done. He's also one of IF's absolute newest ensemble members. (Which I believe has all the cachet of a dog wearing his license, but hey we keep getting folks to come on board.)
Allan Ross first stepped in to play the heavy in a show filled with heavies, "Howya Doin Frankie Banana?". He then took an extended hiatus from IF and the stage, while he addressed his million other interests and projects like graduation and his true passion, writing. He came back to play a hopped up heroin addict whose death sends his brother on a mission of vengeance in the world premiere of "Lake of Fire." He finally got to try some lighter fare by playing the innocent love interest of a prostitute trying to go straight in "Sex."
This time around he sets the stage as the show opener Prologue. He later returns as the hairdresser to the rich and famous, Sura.
No matter what, no matter when, Alan is always ready to step up and tackle the roles we throw at him. He's always committed to giving it his best and finding the threads that the director needs to weave the story. That's what makes him a welcome relief and addition to our misanthropic family.
Off the stage, he rivals Sara, Markitwia and Lamont in their ability to know every freaking person you run into. Truly, any time you go out with any of this group you feel like the entourage, sans all the quick witticisms drolly thrown out by Jeremy Piven. You'd think that there might be somewhere you could go that they weren't recognized, but you'd be wrong.
I'm always in awe of this ability. I tend more to the brooding reclusive figure cloaked in darkness sitting in the corner. It's not that I don't like people, I just don't have the strength to keep up with vast responsibilities of being that excited to see so many of them.
Before I let you off the hook from these peripatetic ramblings, I would like to pose a question and ask you to comment to this blog.
"What does liberal mean to you?"
TTFN XOXOXOXOXOXOXO
and any other balderdash you choose to insert at the close of missive.
