Well last night was...difficult.

There were two shows, you see, a seven o'clock show and a midnight, that were planned before anyone quite realized that the show was as long as it was. I was really hoping that no-one would come to the second show, but all kinds of people did. In costume. That lunatic woman with the fangs was back. I'm sure it would make her life complete if T.J. (who plays Dracula) would fuck her.

The audience for the first show was extremely weird. Not weird in a Halloween-y way, but in a "having conversations during the show" kind of way. They were normal for the first act, but were babbling like brooks for the second. They must have gone upstairs to the bar at the interval. Fortunately, they walked (staggered) out halfway through the second act.

Of course, the worst part was the fact that these idiots were friends of Peter Rabbit's! Well, former friends, now. And they are actors, too, so the idea of being that abominably rude to the people on the stage, whether you like the show or not, is unthinkable!

And I know--I've kept my mouth shut through some real stinkers.

Just at the end of the first show I realized that I was almost done with my book (Interesting Times by Terry Pratchett), I had read the paper, and I had left this week's People magazine at work! I would have nothing to read for the second act!

I was quaking in fear at the thought of actually having to watch the show (the entire show--not just my favourite bits and the bits that cue the lights), but the house manager kindly lent me a book to read during the second show. It was a dreadful book, but quality was not an issue here!

The second show was like some hideous deja vu. A very very long deja vu.

I spent the first act napping. I'd put my head down on the desk and listen for my cue. Didn't miss a one, either. By the second act, I realized that it was getting too dangerous to do that, and I couldn't count on Rebecca to wake me, since she was doing the same thing. So I read the terrible book. It was a lifesaver, no matter how grisly it was. Come the third act I couldn't even read. I needed one of those Clockwork Orange eye opening thingies. I just read the script along with the actor, counting how many pages were left.

Both Rebecca and I kept whispering "Act faster!"

At one point, Rebecca turned to me and said "If I ever suggest a midnight show again, I hope somebody kills me!" and I said "Well, if I'm involved you know you can count on me!"

One year ago today:
"Get the fuck out of my way, old man"

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