I know I've said this before, but this was definitely the least restful weekend on record.

Saturday morning was the tech, afternoon was running the box office for the matinee, evening was performing in Fiddlin' and Burnin'. Sunday afternoon was running the box office for the matinee, early evening was running the box office for the first show, late evening was running the box office, directing my show, and running the lights for everyone else's show.

I'm so glad it's Monday and I'm back at work where I can rest!

Speaking of work, where I am writing this right now, there is a woman at the box office buying a ticket, which means that she is standing about three feet away from me, who is speaking so indistinctly that I cannot understand a single word that she says.

Obviously, she has some sort of medical condition, but it's kind of funny to listen to the conversation between her and Amber in the box office. It's like something from a Peanuts special.

"Hello, may I help you?"
"Waa waa waa waa waa waa."
"For which date?"
"Waa waa waa waa waa waa."
"No, I'm sorry, we don't have a matinee that day."
"Waa waa?"
"No, not on the 6th either, there are no Wednesday matinees until the 13th."
"Waa waa waa."
"Okay, can I get your billing phone number?"
"Waa waa waa, waa waa waa waa."
"Is that a 212 number?"
"Waa."

I am going straight to hell.

So yesterday I dragged myself out of bed at noon, exhausted, uploaded eighteen entries, deciding not to deal with putting up back entries in order but just to get caught up and deal with the older entries later (seriously! stop laughing!), sent out box office instructions, sent show announcements to the LCP list, and left the house half an hour late.

Startlingly enough, I also arrived to the theatre for the matinee half an hour late, but there weren't any patrons waiting, and I had an usher. I sent her off to make more programmes, though I thought that Mary Jane had made 100 the day before, she seemingly made 50 of each page, totalling 100.

When she came back, they looked like absolute shit on toast, all streaky like they were dropped in a fireplace on the way to the theatre, but she got a discount out of them rather then having them do them again and my having to sneak into the theatre and press them into the audience's hands as they watched the show.

So I was cleaning up the house, trying to find programmes that I could use again in a pinch, chatting with the girl who was running the lights. She also was directing a show in my evening, and I was going to run her lights for her, since she was also in the show.

She mentioned that the lights were just up and down, and there was a song she wanted to be played at the opening and closing, "I'll get you the script and cd on Tuesday." "Um, what?" "Tuesday, I'll get it to you then." "Yeah, um, we open tonight." "WHAT???!!!"

She had no idea that the show opened last night. She knew that it opened on the 13th, but somehow had it in her head that the 13th was Tuesday. So she frantically called her other actress, who fortunately wasn't busy and could wander by to perform, and all was well, but honestly.

It's like something I'd do! Silly bitch.

After the matinee, I wandered out to do the programme covers for the 9p show, realizing as I did so that I had brilliantly remembered the programme cover for once, while completely forgetting the programme sheet for my own show. Sigh.

I got to the other theatre for the 7p show (God, I'm so glad that yesterday was the last day of having simultaneous shows in two different locations!), and sold tickets to their enormous audience! I maxed out my percentage, that's how big it was! Woo hoo, I need the cash, and this weekend was a lovely shot in the wallet.

Then was the 9p show, my evening, which had exactly zero reservations. Trepidation was what I was filled with, of course, after the disasters that were Vanities and the first couple of days of Fiddlin' and Burnin', but we ended up with 15 audience members, which is entirely respectable.

I had to run the lights sight unseen for three out of the four shows in the evening, what with all these directors appearing in their own shows and so on, and us having a weirdly split tech, there's nobody else to do them and I wasn't there to practice. Not that there was much practise needed, since it's just lights up lights down and a general wash for both shows that aren't mine.

Of course, for the show of the girl who thought it was going to be on Tuesday, I managed to fuck up. I started the show, climbed out of the booth to go talk to my actors, came back, looked at where they were in the script, realized I had plenty of time, so I started counting up the box office.

Suddenly, I heard the last line. But what were they doing saying it so fast? Did they say it early in the piece as well? I just looked at them, and if they had stayed still, I would have just turned off the lights, but they were wandering around, looking as though they were going to speak, then they left the stage. Which was when I realized that the show had in fact ended, and turned off the lights.

I started the following show, then climbed back down to apologize, and that was when they told me that they dropped about five pages, which is why they got to the end so quickly. So, I should have been paying more attention, but it wasn't entirely my fault.

And since this show is clearly cursed (you don't know the half of it), the dropping of half the show and screwing up of the lights was only to be expected, frankly.

O yeah, and how was my show? It fucking rocked, man! Or rather, it RAWKED!!! as the cool kids say today. Or as they said about three years ago. I'm so cutting edge.

When Russ came in for call, I looked at him and said, quoting from the play, "Remember, I like it loud!" and he grinned, and then when he was on the stage, I got it loud.

It. Was. Perfect. I could hear Russ, they didn't rush, Maggie was peculiar and eerie, it was funny in a couple of places without getting too funny, and the ending was great. I was literally jumping up and down in the booth, I was so happy.

And Philip was there and he saw it, and said that we really nailed it, especially the pace, which is the hardest thing. The key with this show is, if you feel like you're going too slow, you're probably still going too fast. And the best thing about it is, I know for a fact that without my involvement, the show wouldn't have been any good.

Well, maybe it would have been okay, but it wouldn't have been You CAn Look But You'd Better Not Touch, it would have been some other show that isn't nearly as deep or as interesting. Not because I am such a genius, but because no-one on this earth knows this show like I know this show.

On my way home, I was so tired after the longest weekend in history, but I was elated. Nothing like having a perfect show to perk up your mood.

Look who's back? Cameron is back! And has been back for a couple of months, so there is lots to read! Yay! Look who else is writing again? Melissa! Also yay!!

What is with everyone jumping to Livejournal these days? Everyone seemingly meaning two entire people, but it feels like a stampede.

Today's horoscope:
Whatever a certain person is telling you may not be entirely true, but it's definitely what they believe to be true. So even if you have your doubts, at least you won't have to worry about someone deliberately lying to you.

One year ago today:
And I especially loved the message of the picture, which is the creed by which I am trying to live my life: When it's important enough, we can break our patterns. That's what I did, when it was important enough.

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