gin, cointreau, rum, syrup, absinthe, lemon

Tonight I went to an escape room/immersive theater hybrid with two people I love dearly ... and five (who turned into six) complete strangers.

Tonight I cracked open a safe (first with tools, then while listening for clicks) ... while absolutely every other person was on the other side of the room, involved in unlocking a cabinet.

Looks like we have an even 1/1 split on outgoing/introvert Hannah.

chips and green sauce for breakfast ... at 10:30a

I didn't plan my mini vacation with this thought in mind, but happy Texas-versary, self. I've had mixed emotions about Houston over the past eleven years, but every time the chance pops up, I continue to stay. (I don't think it's just because I have too many books to move, at least not anymore.)

Is the Deeper Deep Magic that all the ways this show tried to destroy me only made me stronger?

Last show this morning. Super expensive and complicated sound board was not receiving signal from computer and no one could figure out way, so we busted out the touring equipment and started half an hour late. (And, with zero direct booth feed and prep to adjust sound levels on the fly to boot.) But, leaving the booth open to the house meant I could hear the audience reactions, and leaving a headset mic on backstage (for additional onstage pick-up) meant I could hear the actors as they lived their backstage lives, too. Thinking back on it (y'know, ten hours later), it was all my favorite things about Grace and the Rotunda that I don't have in my beautiful soundproof booth now.

Anyway. Nothing like a massive problem to get everyone to focus up and put out a great performance.


[...And then I finally was able to leave the theater, and I slept for 2+ hours. It was glorious.]