I recently received the offer to become the Assistant Director of The Seven at New York Theatre Workshop. The rehearsals begin in mid-December, and the show opens on February 8th, 2006.

This is very happy news.

I was very keen to continue working on this show; I had appeared in two workshops as a performer, and find the material fascinating, humorous, and just all-around fantastic. My only regret about acting in the show was that I always wanted to jump to the other side of the table, where the director and the writer were hashing out the story, staging, cuts, etc. I find that part of the job much more fun than acting, even though I do find that acting is amusing every once in a while. You know, for a bit of a laugh. But what I really wanted to do was... well... assistant direct it.

It's also the first time in *ever* that I won't be going back to the ancestral home for Christmas. This is a bit weird. As it has become something more of a family tradition and WAY LESS of a religious ceremony, I don't mind the date of Christmas being relatively flexible. We can celebrate Christmas on December 29th or on March 18th for all I care. I'm hoping that my family feels the same way. Or, that my family is able to make it out for a New York City Christmas.

Which, if it happens, would be most excellent. I even promised to... go... to... the Rockefeller Center Christmas Tree (gulp). O, Brave Soul am I!