Spare us the Cutter
Conquering myself until
I see another hurdle approaching.
Say we can,
Say we will,
Not just another drop in the ocean.
These are the lyrics of the song that got me through today (The Cutter, Echo and the Bunnymen). I've had a rough couple of days, not sleeping well, emotionally wrought, physically exhausted, lonely down in the pit of my stomach (to get really fucking dramatic about it). And still no audio posts. I must say, my faith in technology has been deeply shaken.
We rehearsed one of the more physically taxing parts of the show first thing this morning (yes, boo-fucking-hoo, I'm getting paid to wear frog flipper-clown shoes), did the other tough part, suffered through 45 minutes of notes (all of which consisted of variations on "you MUST do this" and "It needs to be bigger for the large houses". All of which I promptly forgot. But not really. Or did I?) and etc. etc. through the day.
I retreated into the headphone space to reset the emotional equilibrium during lunch, which worked pretty well. Basically I just sort did my level best and kept plugging, as did we all. Katie and Meagan started losing their shit entirely right around the time we usually lose our shit (4:30 PM or so) and Bryan declared rehearsal DOA at 5:40 PM. Productive day. Long day. Thank God we have tomorrow (today) off.
So why am I still up? Well, we (the cast, most of us, anyway) went out, saw Idlewild (awesome, kind of predictable, but fun as hell... hey, Pete, I heard you've got a copy of the soundtrack. Hook a fella up?) went out for a beer. I figure I'll go to sleep in a minute, here, and sleep until I'm done. You do what works for you, we'll chat tomorrow. Two moments stand out during the movie which had nothing to do with the movie itself - Meagan, on her way to, I'm guessing, use the restroom during the film, loudly trips over somebody in the front row's popcorn. Grace and dignity. Then, another guy in the front row falls asleep and starts snoring. Katie gets up, walks down in front, taps him on the shoulder, and kindly asks him to cool it. He apologizes, and the theatre breaks out in applause. She's my hero.
That's it. See you on the other side.
I see another hurdle approaching.
Say we can,
Say we will,
Not just another drop in the ocean.
These are the lyrics of the song that got me through today (The Cutter, Echo and the Bunnymen). I've had a rough couple of days, not sleeping well, emotionally wrought, physically exhausted, lonely down in the pit of my stomach (to get really fucking dramatic about it). And still no audio posts. I must say, my faith in technology has been deeply shaken.
We rehearsed one of the more physically taxing parts of the show first thing this morning (yes, boo-fucking-hoo, I'm getting paid to wear frog flipper-clown shoes), did the other tough part, suffered through 45 minutes of notes (all of which consisted of variations on "you MUST do this" and "It needs to be bigger for the large houses". All of which I promptly forgot. But not really. Or did I?) and etc. etc. through the day.
I retreated into the headphone space to reset the emotional equilibrium during lunch, which worked pretty well. Basically I just sort did my level best and kept plugging, as did we all. Katie and Meagan started losing their shit entirely right around the time we usually lose our shit (4:30 PM or so) and Bryan declared rehearsal DOA at 5:40 PM. Productive day. Long day. Thank God we have tomorrow (today) off.
So why am I still up? Well, we (the cast, most of us, anyway) went out, saw Idlewild (awesome, kind of predictable, but fun as hell... hey, Pete, I heard you've got a copy of the soundtrack. Hook a fella up?) went out for a beer. I figure I'll go to sleep in a minute, here, and sleep until I'm done. You do what works for you, we'll chat tomorrow. Two moments stand out during the movie which had nothing to do with the movie itself - Meagan, on her way to, I'm guessing, use the restroom during the film, loudly trips over somebody in the front row's popcorn. Grace and dignity. Then, another guy in the front row falls asleep and starts snoring. Katie gets up, walks down in front, taps him on the shoulder, and kindly asks him to cool it. He apologizes, and the theatre breaks out in applause. She's my hero.
That's it. See you on the other side.
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