Gawd, that was the least relaxing weekend ever, again.

I need to figure out why I think weekends should be relaxing, I work seven days a week, for crying in the beer, there is no rest for the multiply-employed!

If nothing else, though, generally I get some sleep on the weekend, and sleep there was not and rest there was not and running around there was lots of. And now it's Monday and back to this job and I just plain feel kind of cheated.

On the other hand, I'm free of the laundry, so that's something.

On Saturday I brought in the laundry for the Last Time, and if you don't think I was doing a countdown (only six more times, only three more times...), you don't know me very well.

Admittedly, it was worse when it was cupcakes and laundry, both the constant doing and the constant carrying, but even just the laundry itself got very very old and tired after awhile. Or immediately. On the other hand, I made $208, so I'm glad about that, but I don't think you'll find me volunteering to do a show's laundry again anytime soon.

I'm glad I was able to say goodbye to everybody, though. They were a really dear bunch, and I never would have gotten so chummy with them had I not been doing their wash, which made me a part of their crew, not just part of the theatre staff. I will miss them very much.

On my way to the theatre, I got a call from Lauren in which she sounded like the Creature From the Black Lagoon, you know, if said Creature had laryngitis.

She was perfectly fine the day before, but wham, she was sick as a dog and wanted to cancel rehearsal. Fine by me, it was just her and me and Sheera, if it had been the rehearsal where one of the other actors would have been able to show up, I would have been annoyed, but just another three-hander, whatever.

So I went to the theatre and did the matinee, then went home for a few hours and just reveled in the feeling of being home in my very living room during the day. If felt very grand.

Went back into the city and did the evening show, sold lots of wine and water, this weather getting warmer really works for me in the concession line.

People are sad about there not being cupcakes, but at first I thought that Jim wouldn't allow food, and now I just don't want to deal with it when the box office is a hallway. Not "is in" a hallway, "is". A hot hallway, where they will melt. Fuck it.

There was a decent audience for once, as so far this show has been a gigantic flopperoo, but hey, if I can still make $13 on concessions with an audience of four, there ain't no such thing as a flop.

Yesterday I got up after about five hours of sleep (watched the Drama Desk awards the night before so that I will have seen them before the Tonys), and then went to the theatre. Not to Love Creek, to the theatre where I am during the week every single day.

And why would I want to be there on the weekend? Especially not dropping off laundry? Because the greatest and most prolific British playwright was giving a lecture and and acting class!

I'm not going to name him, because I really am trying to make it so that no-one looking for information on my theatre will come across this page, but most prolific should give it away to the theatre people out there. Personally, I've worshipped him since 1974.

I was comped into both events, which was nice, because frankly I would have paid if necessary. I walked into the lobby and spotted two of the girls from the box office, who totally snubbed me as I was trying to catch their eyes. Jesus, bitches, all I want is to find out if I need a physical ticket or not, I'm not planning on spending the day locked by your side or anything.

The nice guy in the box office gave me a really good seat, and I went in. It was an acting class using one of his plays and seven students from a graduate school, and it was really fascinating, not the least of which because I fell madly in love with the play and want to direct it and play the mother!

The students were good, the boys generally better than the girls, who were less well-cast in their roles. The mother character is supposed to be the power behind the throne, completely in control and unemotional, so that when she does snap, it's like the Sphinx roaring, startling and dreadful.

Unfortunately, the girl playing that role is a very emotional actress and was unable to hold back. I can hold back. It's always stronger to hold back rather than yell.

The best actor was the boy playing the waiter, who was actually several waiters, and was completely brilliant, a star waiting to happen. I cast Omar in that role in the imaginary production in my head, as it's a show-stealing role if it's done right.

After the class, I went with the Big Boss (Female Version) to her house to pick up the sandwiches for the reception that she made that morning (I was going to come round and help, but could barely get up when I had to get up, let alone two hours earlier), and there was a parade marching across the route between the theatre and her apartment.

It literally took us three times as long as it should have, even with keeping pace with her speed-walking, and I suggested taking the subway back--it's only one stop, but it would bring us across the parade route and we wouldn't have to go blocks out of our way.

It ended up being a brilliant suggestion that worked perfectly, partially because we were able to leap immediately onto a train just as we got into the station.

Back at the theatre, I got myself a seat for the second show, more of a straight lecture on playwriting, which was also fascinating and could have gone on for much longer. Especially with the question-and-answer period, since it took him ten minutes to answer any question, not many questions were answered.

But I'm just being greedy. It was a great day.

Afterwards, I bolted my glass of champagne and egg-salad sandwiches that came with my ticket that I didn't even have to buy (I love this job!) and ran over to the show.

I had covered myself for the matinee, and of course there were calls and problems and where was the float (I don't leave a float!) and someone had managed to break the door (Jim's gonna love that) and why is it that everyone besides me is a screaming incompetent?

The audience was a new low of three ($10 in concessions, though!). Deliver me from ever having one of my own shows on Tony night!

Then was rehearsal, with Alan at last, and Lauren was feeling much better. He's going to play the nun Jewish. Works for me!

Today's horoscope:
You're thinking fast, but the words might not be flowing so smoothly. Take some time to prepare what it is you really want to say, whether in a meeting or to a certain someone.

One year ago today:
"Because when you are singing live and you dance that hard, you get out of breath! If you are singing live, that is. Into a microphone. Not lip-synching. To a tape," and the kiddies will roll their eyes and say, "Whatever, Grandpa."

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