So yesterday I came in early for a meeting with the Big Boss (Female Version). Not because I was in trouble or anything, but because I am the liaison for the show in August.

We discussed all of the details, the ticketing, the marketing, all the stuff that they need and when they need it by, it was like being a producer of an Off-Broadway show! You know, without any of the money or power.

Now I've just got to convince Le to change the show schedule, and we're set! After that, I'm planning on flapping my arms and flying to the moon.

I was planning on second-acting Troilus last night, because I'm only one floor up and our intermissions are about at the same time. However, after our show started, Mark came up in his street clothes, which gave me the hint that something was wrong.

Apparently, they don't do a show for only one person. Myself, I'll do a show for only one person without any problem, but this cast decided against it. Buncha babies. They would have had two people for the second act!

Actually, they would have had a third, because at 8.45p, this woman came tromping up to my door.

"I'm here to see the show! Where is the show?"
"What show? (she shows me a little yellow piece of paper) Ah, I'm sorry, Troilus was canceled."
"But where is it?"
"It would be in the outdoor theatre if it were playing tonight, which it's not, because it was canceled."
"How do I get to the theatre?"
"Um, when you walked through the front door, you would have had to go straight ahead, but the show was canceled."
"Well, what show do you have here"
"I'm sorry, we're sold out!" (I had people sitting on the risers!)
"I am a senior citizen and you are going to send me away? I took a taxi to get here!"
(at this point I'm wondering why she took a taxi to arrive 45 minutes late) "But I don't have anything to do with Troilus!"
"You won't let me in here!"
"There are no chairs! There is no place to sit down!"
"What show can I see"
"There might be something in the theatre down the hall, or on the fourth floor, but I'm not sure."
"This must be a very unpopular place!"

I finally got rid of her, but if this is going to be what it will be like when Troilus cancels shows, I hope they manage to perform most of them. I can't take their loony audiences.

So anyway, I managed to almost completely sell out of my concessions (woo-hoo! And I could have sold more if only I could have gotten things chilled faster) and, though I wanted to see Mark perform again, I was glad that I would be able to go home early.

So I went to drop off the box office with Philip where he works, and I walk through the door, and Bart is there! You know, Bart from Analyze This! Yay Bart! No going home early, that's for sure.

Bart is one of my favourite people in the world, and how I managed to not call him when I went home last Christmas, I don't know, but I'll never forget again. He bitched about my not uploading new entries here for an month, and poured liquor down my throat while saying "C'mon, how often do I come to New York?" because he is the devil.

I am wicked hungover this morning, (obviously, because when have I ever used the term "wicked hungover" with a straight face?) but it was totally worth it. And see Bart? I'm updating! I promise I'll call you next Christmas!

Today's horoscope:
You don't have to bend over backwards for anyone, but a certain situation does require extra flexibility. Be willing to consider other points of view, and be ready for sudden changes in the plan.

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