You know what I'm horribly addicted to right now? Butterfinger crips (sadly in the miniture size, as that's all that was on post-Halloween sale). I should've bought more.
Dress tech yesterday went remarkably well, especially considering how tense cue to cue was the day prior. As a result, I no longer need to gaff-tape anyone's mouth shut.
I'm afraid to fold my laundry because all the pieces I can see have red fuzzy all over from my towels.
My box spring went on temporary loan to the theater about three days ago, and ever since I've been sleeping on the equivilant of a mattress on the floor. (Sure, the mattress edges are still on my bed frame, but the middle is not.) I have had the most vivid dreams since this occurred, probably because I'm not getting decent sleep and just haven't realized it yet.
I am still frustrated from this afternoon, which was one of the most stressful (and, yes, frustrating) cue to cues I've ever done. Anywhere. And, naturally, I'm frustrated that I let myself *become* so frustrated, and thus short with some cast members. Also, I wanted to gaffe tape others. I do not think this is how professional stage managers act. At least, not out loud.
I love how tech week affords me the ability to ignore things I don't want to deal with. "Sorry, I'll be at the Rotunda all week. I'll deal with it if I can, but otherwise it'll have to wait until Monday." This also works out because I always run out of things to do on Monday. Tech week is the ultimate win-win, except for the figuring out where to call cues and creating the proper timing and trying to have patience with 13-year-old actors (I assume that one'll be an issue).
Also, I eat a bunch of Zingers out of the breakroom machine since I've convienced myself those are the official food of Tech Week.
In other parts of the world, I need to write back someone from August (and someone from March), put together a Christmas list that isn't half put together on a rehearsal report, and stop drafting entries to Best Buy's black Friday contest. Either write the whole thing, or forget about it. Also, I should stop looking at all pictures of London, pictures of Humane Society kittens, and pictures of scuba equipment, because that one's just too random.
I wished my cast a happy Guy Fawkes Day yesterday, and it saddened me that nobody else knew what I was talking about. I figured between the other angliophiles (and the comic book nerds), I'd run into someone.
I consoled myself with a baked potato for dinner, even if I didn't roast in in the embers of a bonfire like they did in olden days. Or maybe even today; I'm not really certain since I have no first-hand experience.
Speaking of things (unsuccessfully) blowing up, this morning a beeping noise was coming from the kitchen table, and my half-awake state convinced me that it was inside the new phone books bag. As in, some diabolical mind had rigged phone books to explode once people brought them inside. (It was Deb's phone alarm.)
polling station, shortly after 7 a.m. (somewhere behind me as I voted)
"...I just don't understand how other states have so many issues. Look at this, you have the i.d. and people have to sign in, so you know they're only voting once. And that computer has the clicky wheel thing, so there's nothing to punch. But I guess I should just remember that everything's better in Texas."
Remember when I used to actually post consistantly? (I think it was in college.)
I guess the biggest discovery of the week is that, when using dissolved epson salts to become frost in your hair, you should allow plenty of time to let them reform before you leave the apartment. That way, you can actually see how iced out you are before the rest of the world does first. (Or, maybe not, as it was a big hit and people actually knew what I was without me bringing up Titanic myself.) Also, you will continue picking out bits from your eyebrows for days to come, as a result from slathering on more salts than needed.
While some would say I'm in it for the candy, what I like most about Halloween is the ridiculous dressing-up. Not only did I have my crazy complicated costume (yay! alliteration!) for the evening, but I also put together a costume for the day. Sure, that one was equal parts free candy and wanting to wear a wig at work (I've got to get my money out of my Hannah Montanta merchandise). But, then there's the week of pulling things together, and all the dressing up at the costume sale a few weeks back, and it all adds up to another reason why I'm still seven.
I sometimes wish stage managers got to have costumes matching the show (but in black) if only because that's one of things I would love best about being an actor. Would it cancel out having to audition and learn lines and trying not to throw up before every show? Not really, which is why I'm satisfied with teching. Maybe I'll just start theming my blacks on my own, and then the industry can follow.