Opening night has come and gone and no one was naked nor did poo water seep into the theatre. All in all I think this show was a success. Looking back on the show, sure didn't want the girly sissy crew but I'm walking out of this with something. I've got a lot closer with the actors. They're more than props that eat and wrinkle their costumes. I really enjoy working with them. Sure there is an asshole or two in the bunch, but hey, so goes humanity. There are a few assholes on our side of the show too. I've also left with some mad pressing skills and a new contempt for spandex.
Outside of work i finally found drinking time. I didn't think that existed any more... Catch is it was an opening night party. ha ha. I am pleased to report that although I was in a large crowd of fellow drunkards I didn't drop trou once! And you guys didn't think I could keep my new years resolution! I win.
Going back I think I should explain the poo water ordeal. Poor outsiders. I left you hanging... So I pretty much live in a building chock full of technicians. We are electricians, carpenters, welders, riggers, painters, seamstresses and computer techs. We can do almost anything. I would have said everything if the plumbing didn't fuck up. It's a painful sight seeing repair men making their way into our DIY haven. It took them almost two weeks to fix the problem. In the mean time there was a gaping hole in the floor which we were affectionately calling the poo pit. When you haven't had proper sleep in weeks and your freaking out because your show is going on in two days and there is still poo water all over the place the phrase poo pit is effin' hilarious. The poo pit was transformed into the spooky poo pit when they had green running lights. It was at that moment that I realized that hysteria did hit during this show. I was worried I had surpassed that insanity.
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