Tirednesse

We did runs of the show each of the last two days - first on the stage of a standard-issue 1960's high school auditorium with an audience of 300 empty chairs - then yesterday in the drama room for Alison's dad: the drama teacher. I went into yesterday's run thinking it would be low key, but somehow bringing more energy to it than I actually have - perhaps because of the apparently delighted high school student who lingered a long while by the drama studio's glass door-window, and even went to get a friend! The runs were good - the show is under an hour - the sound cues are working okay except that a boombox is not the ideal way to cue them or hear them. But now. But now! Last night I collapsed into idle consumption, letting You Tube decide my time for me as I linked from Chriss Angel clip to Chriss Angel Revealed clip. Not the way I like to live, usually, but entirely necessary for those two hours before I got up the strength to soak my blackened feet. I drove to the St. Laurent Centre to see "Fracture" but the mall was closing and there were sketchy dudes around and I couldn't figure out where the theatre entrance was (apparently it's UNDERNEATH - yeah, that makes me feel secure at night with sketchy dudes and a mall that closes at 9:30 pm out of what can only be fear) so I pretended that the suburban drive was all I really wanted, and went home to Farley Mowat (I've been reading a copy of "The Boat Who Wouldn't Float" that a library threw out). I wanted to go to Dows Lake but didn't. I can't get photos on my website to behave properly (sorry! I'll post press and rehearsal photos here at the The Blog if need be). I have a line run in 10 minutes. I have to pick up the posters, and POSTER THEM. The good news is: the sun's out, and I get to look at Parliament all day. The peace tower gives me goosebumps, in a good way.

The show opens in a week! All my publicity mentions this site. Let's hope for more traffic...

'til next,

Alex