Meeting and Partying

Last night Nosedive had a production meeting to discuss future endeavors for the company, including (but not limited to): an upcoming fundraising holiday party, space-hunting for the next play, Suburban Peepshow and taking The Adventures of Nervous-Boy to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival. I found it to be a very good and productive meeting; Pete and I both left it feeling much (much, MUCH) better than when we entered it.

Regardless, we here at Nosedive Central have a lot of work in store for ourselves.

One of the items addressed at last night's meeting was our ticket price. For the past five years, we've held steady at $15 per ticket (not including service fees from TheaterMania's ticketing service). It looks as though that, despite the long fight to keep our ticket prices lower than the norm, starting with Peepshow, we will be raising our ticket price from $15 to $18.

It sucks, I know, but with rents for theatres and rehearsal studios going up and, it's one of those rules of the game. Nosedive needs to keep up with inflation to help mitigate our financial losses.

So, tickets for plays are now $18.

We had always known that it was going to be a matter of time before this happened and we've been trying to delay it for as long as possible, but the day has finally come.

I knew you'd understand.

I'll also briefly mention the holiday party: Nosedive plans to have a fundraising party on Saturday, December 16 in East Williamsburg/Bushwick (at the Casa del Kid Sister and Nosedive Resident Alien) to raise some dough for Peepshow. In addition to serving food, booze and holiday merriment, we will be showing the newly cut DVD of The Adventures of Nervous-Boy [insert triumphant fanfare here] as well as bizarre comedy geek show acts performed by the members of Nosedive [insert noises of confusion and apprehension here].

I will be offering more details on this site the closer the date arrives. It should be a fun night.

Okay, that's it for me this week. Have a good weekend, folks. Don't put anything in your mouth that I wouldn't.

A truly odd duck,

James "Quack-Happy" Comtois