Two nights ago, Teresa and I performed the “Steve Versus Teresa Recital” at the home of Donna Cardon. Lots of people were “confirmed guests” on Facebook, but of course, the actual turnout was quite different. Though it was just a few friends and family as our audience, we still performed a great show with the help of Curtis Wiederhold. We had everyone vote on their favorite musician, and Teresa won by two votes. I’m happy for her.
Yesterday morning, Teresa and I auditioned for an Intermountain Healthcare commercial. The part was for a couple with a baby, so we brought along Ariah as well.
Sam Peavler got back from Hawaii, and her friends came over to witness the opening of her mission call. Teresa and I had gone to Kinkos to photocopy the envelope, and with some other crafty work of the family, we had Sam believing that she’d been called to the “Disney Land West Mission.” It was funny. In reality, she’s been called to the Lobuch, Texas mission. That’s where Christy and Tom live. Coincidence?
In the evening, we went to Brian Randall’s apartment to help him with a short. Actually it was a staged proposal. As Brian planned, I directed him and his girlfriend in a Casablanca-esque parting love scene. The script was written with me as the author, but Brian wrote it. He had a black back drop set up, and a makeup artist decked them out to look entirely black and white. It was cool. I thought they were going to look like the Munsters, but through the camera, they looked exactly as if in a black and white movie. I don’t know why one would go to all the effort to fake black and white when it’s so easy to make a black and white movie, but the effect, at least on set, was very cool.
Anyway, the script had him giving her a flower at the end, but he actually gave her a ring box. Unlike our rehearsals, the one shot we had at it was packed with extra emotion, real emotion, and the ending, of course, was sensational. With lots of kissing. Which we took as a yes. I’m eager to see the finished product.
Tonight was Nefi’s birthday party in Centerville. He wrote an elaborate murder mystery script for a whole lot of characters, based on similar murder mysteries I’ve written for parties. Everyone was a Disney villain at a villains conference. Mickey Mouse (Nefi) walked in to mock us in our inability to kill him. He was so audacious as to raise a shot glass and drink to our disgrace. But alas, the drink was poisoned, and he collapsed onto the table. Because this was a delightsome outcome, rather than trying to prove our innocence, we tried to prove our guilt, sorting through the evidence as revealed to us on our character cards. It was very fun. After that, a lot of us played a game for what seemed like an hour in which we tried to guess what Thad Gillespie was thinking. That’s all there was to the rules. So it really became an exercise in randomness. Of course, after probably a thousand guesses, none of us were any closer in guessing the mystery object. A fun exercise is to see how many truly random things one can quickly spout off in a row. No one could get past even four before they would start to repeat themselves in one form or another.
I, Teresa, Zach and Shannon played similar games on the drive home. Then Teresa led us in an RPG in which Zach and I were at a theme park called Sprinkler World. It was quite funny.