I am so very cold!!

They have been striking the set in the big theatre and carrying out flats all damn day, which means that the door that I sit next to all day long must be propped, even though it's freezing icy cold!

And yes, I know that merely a month ago 51° would be thrillingly warm, but it is April and I am spoiled and I am cold!

And it just started to rain, which means that it is now the fourth day in a row that I have managed not to bring anything with which to cover my computer bag.

How is it that I don't recognize cloudy skies as being something that water might come out of at some point, I don't know.

What's that definition of insanity? Repeating the same action while expecting different results? Something like that. Well, I'm clearly as crazy as a bag of hair. Or rather, as in Fever Pitch, crazy as a guy with a big bag of hair in his closet. Which is pretty crazy.

Maybe it'll stop raining before I leave...

I made another 18 cupcakes for the Sunday shows, because I had sold all but one the day before. There is nothing people love more than a cupcake, baby! The actors in the show certainly ate their share, but I don't care a whit who buys them as long as they are bought.

I made 12 chocolate and 6 white, and put coconut on one of the white ones. When I got up, it was stuffy, so I opened the window over the sink, and in galloping over to look out said window over the sink, Baldrick stomped with his big fat paw on the tea towel covering the cupcakes on the counter, smooshing that one coconut cupcake, so I had to eat it myself.

The sacrifices I make.

So yesterday was two shows again. Four show weekends really are not good weekends. Less so, I'm certain, for the people performing in all four shows, but pretty tiring for me in that I just have to be there for hours on end.

The matinee went well, but I didn't sell any wine, since it was a 2p matinee. It's amazing how much more willing people are to drink at 3p than 2p! Or maybe it's the difference between Saturday and Sunday. Anyway, it was a big crowd because it was the closing performance for the Kelly/Marguerite/Nicky/Geoff cast, and everyone ate lots of cupcakes.

I hung out between the shows and listened to ITunes, then Mark came to hang out with me before having to be at his performance that I was very sorry to miss, but it was a one-time-only contest thing, unless they won their evening, which Mark was really hoping wouldn't happen, not because he didn't love the show, but because Hamlet opens soon and Jim will get really pissed if he misses any more rehearsals due to this other show.

Shit. That was one sentence. I realize that I am queen of the run-ons, but that was a bit much even for me.

Anyway, it my last chance to see the other Shrew cast for the evening performance, but I hadn't booked an usher, so I couldn't go in at the beginning. Besides, I choose talking with Mark over almost anything, so I didn't mind missing the execrable accent that happened at the beginning of the play. Once he left (and the accent was over), I stood by the door and watched chunks of the play.

Brian, as the other Petrucchio, was quite spectacular. The night before, an audience member said about him, "That guy in the jester's hat is amazing! It's like he talks that way all the time!" And you know what? He did! It's hard to sound natural while speaking Shakespeare, but Brian did it.

I'll admit, when I first saw him, I thought, "That's no Petrucchio!" because physically he totally isn't. But when he was acting it, he not only was Petrucchio, he was the Platonic Ideal Petrucchio.

The audience for the evening show ate and drank less than I expected, so I only ended up with $51 for the whole day. Disappointing when compared to $83 for Saturday's two shows and $87 on Friday night alone, but I'm not complaining.

I made $292 this week on the concessions! I sold 70 cupcakes! I sold 42 glasses of wine! And I am in profit $138.09, so I am extremely pleased about the whole situation. Now next week probably won't be so good, since the two shows in rep are one-acts and a full-lengths without an intermission.

O, how I used to love shows without intermissions, since that meant that I could go home early, but now I think of them as times when I won't make any money, since people tend to buy less before the show that in the middle.

We'll see what happens. I'll make fewer cupcakes, or maybe brownies, I probably won't have to spend so much money of wine, I'm assuming everything I make will be profit, and then we'll see what happens coming up. I'm assuming that weeks like this past one won't happen very often, but everything is going to be money that I didn't already have, and every little bit helps.

So last night, after the show, there was a company party at the bar.

Mark had called me in the morning because he had forgotten the address of the theatre was that he was performing, and thought that he had given me a flyer (he hadn't, but the address that he thought it was was correct), and while he was at it, asked me if I were going to the party. I said yes, but after the whole thing with Connor's party, did not expect him to actually show, but he did!

We had a very nice time, though he did make the mistake of observing that his ex wasn't there, and I told him that wasn't a thing one should say, like going, "Wow, there's no traffic at all!" is always a guarantee that you'll be at a standstill within fifteen minutes.

And fifteen minutes later, she showed up! "I told you! It's like traffic, you dumb shmuck!"

We left soon after, but he didn't sprint out that door like a bitch or anything, and I'm sure she totally thinks we're sleeping together after watching us walk out together, but that's fine by me. The more people think we are, the more maybe it'll occur to him.

He kissed me goodnight and called me sweetie, and it was no more meaningful a kiss than anyone gives anyone, but it was voluntary, which means something to me, and I went home and dreamt about him all night.

When I woke up, I couldn't remember what was real--walking down the street holding hands=dream, a kiss and a sweetie=real.

I am far too old to be thinking like this, but you know what? It's me and that's the way it is. I will never be normal and have normal relationships, but sometime maybe one of my weird half-relationships will turn into something real. I don't know any other way to go about it.

Today's horoscope:
Bought yourself a muzzle yet? Has someone else? Either way, bet you're worried about what might pop out of your mouth next. Soothe your soul. Associate only with those who'll love you no matter what.

One year ago today:
Weirdly, even with the lemon-flavoured ass, I was obsessively chewing until I got to the end of the pack. Apparently, they put crack in it, because I fucking hate lemon cough drops.

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