BRING ON THE WEEKEND >>>
You're not going to believe this! It's crazy! So, like, you're reading The Prefunk, right - a weekly primer for the weekend designed for you and your liver - but I'm not even in the office today. NOT EVEN CLOSE! (Well, kind of close, but I meant mentally.) I took the day off. I'm at home resting and recuperating. But you're still reading this! It's like magic, only it's not really that close to magic. It's, like, technology, or something. Basically, I wrote this on Thursday and it didn't post until Friday. It's fucking crazy. What kind of magic is that?
The bottom line: Even in vacation, I can't forget my Prefunk obligation to you.
Because I care.
So here we go ...
7:30 p.m. Friday-Saturday, 2 p.m. Sunday
Look, not to toot my own horn or anything, but I hire freakin' talented people. Not only can Christian Carvajal write (his trip back to high school and his atheism story are personal favorites), but the man can also crush small beings with only a hunched stare of disapproval. There are chunks of hopeful but ultimately untalented theater types in his stool. It's vicious, and at times unsettling - but you can't deny the man's talents. Even more impressive, despite his skills, Carvajal actually takes zero satisfaction in panning a play - the duty pains him, but he soldiers on. I hear he can also cook.
But, most importantly to this Prefunk, he can act.
Carvajal is currently cast as Bob Zelnick in Tacoma Little Theatre's Frost/Nixon. And, no asshole, that's not the Kevin Bacon role. It's the fucking Oliver Platt role. Who? Oliver Platt! You've never fucking heard of Oliver Platt? Jesus. Never mind ...
Frost/Nixon opened Thursday, Jan. 13 at Tacoma Little Theatre, and by this weekend any kinks should be sufficiently worked out. It's a play worth seeing, and Carvajal has invited all of Tacoma to dissect his work.
PREFUNK: In preparation for your trip to Tacoma Little Theatre for Frost/Nixon, I suggest beefing up on your appreciation for our 37th President.
Start here ...