6 July
Yesterday was the official beginning of Hell Week (though what with traveling 71/2 hours on Sunday and not even leaving the five boroughs, Saturday was vaguely hellish as well!).
And why is this Hell Week? Because I have at least one too many commitments to complete! The show and the weddings and work and the publicity pictures...
Did I mention the publicity pictures?
On Thursday I got a call from Philip asking me to take publicity shots for the new mainstage at LCP, and I agreed, realizing that I have absolutely no time to go to the darkroom. A colour roll, too. Have no idea how I'll do that one.
Anyway, yesterday was the kickoff for Hell Week.
First I had a rehearsal from 1-4 and, out of my three cast members, two were over 40 minutes late. They both worked until 5a the night before, so I understood, but I could have lived without it.
We had a runthrough, which was less than spectacular, gave notes, told them that I realized they were tired and sleep-deprived, but that they needed to not show that to the audience, then they ran it again and it was great.
I mean, just golden. The way I knew it could be.
Then I had five hours to kill before doing the publicity shots, so I figured that I'd run some fairly vital errands that I would be unable to do later, so I went to B&H and got 50 rolls of film (better too many than too few!), and while I was there decided to pick up some paper, too, as it's a good deal cheaper there than at my darkroom, so I got 250 sheets of 8x10, 250 sheets of 5x7, and 50 sheets of 8 1/2 x 11. Also, negative sleeves and print sleeves.
Costed over $300, but it'll be awhile before I run out. The more immediate problem was the fact that the bag weighed about 400lbs.
Staggered out with the giant bag, then went to Park Slope to pick up my film, the film that I dropped off months ago, when I had to go back to go to my home bank branch, then I stopped at the book store to buy the book that my mom had specifically demanded for her birthday. Which is Tuesday. Man, I love FedEx.
Then I decided to grab something to eat, so I went to the Purity and ate, then looked at my watch. It was 6p. Only two hours had passed.
I got so much accomplished, but time refused to pass!
So I just decided to go home. At least I'd be able to get rid of The Heaviest Bag in the World!
Went back home, dumped my stuff, watched Cynthia's preacher on TV (yes, from her home parish in Chattanooga! Her accent got incredibly thick as she watched the sermon!), then went back into the city to do the pics.
Fortunately, Philip said that the publicity agent wanted to pick out the shots herself, so that means that I can get the contact sheets made up for me and get them to her on Wednesday, and maybe it'll be okay that there is no fucking way that I can get anywhere near a darkroom until Saturday!
Why do I say yes to these things? I know why. Because I don't want them to find anyone else, that's why.
Anyway, I needed to write my column (a week late for deadline again) but a site I needed to access was down down baby, so I was fucked up the ass.
Sigh.
Hell week indeed...
One year ago today:
"There really isn't a good time for your teeth to be flying out of your skull!"
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