Captain’s Log 5,509
Opening night! Opening night! I was handed the keys to the “theatre” so I can get in early today and pace around to burn up some energy. Anyone who knows me will attest to the fact that I go into the “pacing zone” when I get keyed up over something. I need a good place to pace. And while I am pacing, I might as well set up some chairs.
Our final dress was fraught with errors, but that is why we have a final dress. One actor knocked it out of the park, but the rest of them were a bit on the tepid side. We also had an audience. It was interesting to see if we thought something was funny really WAS funny. Sometimes yes and sometimes no. Tech made some mistakes too, but that was to be expected.
I had a six-hour retreat yesterday that was “enlightening.” I spoke my truth about a decision I am going to make, and it was pretty clear they are also leaning in the same direction. So…..I shall be a vagabond again soon. I like being a vagabond. I get so much more done and I am TONS happier. I hope the web untangles nicely for all parties involved, but I have no expectations. I AM going to conference in Lincoln, Nebraska in about 10 days, and I intend to have a ton of fun and make the most out of the free trip.
The best comment made yesterday was during the tour of an energy-efficient kitchen. The dip next to me actually said to the tour guide, “I don’t use my stove. I store my shoes in the oven. I took the knobs off so nobody accidentally cooks them.” This person when went on to BRAG that she has never even heated up water in her house and she has lived there….get ready….TWENTY FIVE YEARS! Take out and microwave food ALL the time. I just cannot even imagine that. No fresh fruit in the house either. EVER.
But back to the fun stuff of doing THEE-AH-TURR! In addition to pacing, I also like to get my hair done. I was at Joanie’s shop by 8:00 this morning.
Doing my Marty Feldman impression under the dryer
I came home just as a huge wind and rain storm hit. Pulled into the garage just in time. The teeny hail is called graupel. Why do they have fancy names for everything? What is wrong with teeny hail? Graupel sounds like some sort of German sausage made from nasty bits of pigs.
I decided to treat myself to some artichoke & jalapeno dip for lunch (since I am not working I can be exotic with my food choices and toot a bit if the need arises). This stuff is the bomb! Not too hot for my mild tastes either. Served up some with a plate of pretzels and a glass of flat Diet Coke left over from rehearsal Wednesday night. Living at its finest.
Beyond good! It is…..heavenly!
It’s almost time to iron slacks and blouses and spritz myself all over with something that can last through all the anxious moments that are sure to plague me before this night is over.