things finally got hard.
Dec. 5th, 2010 06:32 pmOpening night is this Friday.
ANXIETY.
We might not have publicity posters. The floor may not be painted. The lights are definitely going to be crap, and we have a nonexistent closet.
Last night I dreamed that my costume designer was trying to talk me into changing all of the clothes into dresses made out of 2-liter Sprite bottles. And I was agreeing with her. My dream-self thought it was the best idea ever. My dream-self also thought that the play was secretly about saving whales, though.
Despite the fact that it seems like my designers are out to get me - death by frustration is not a pleasant way to go - I think this may actually be a good show. I think. I hope.
I CAN'T TELL ANY MORE.
Friday I was so tired I fell asleep while walking. I tripped over a curb and woke myself up, then got home, and slept for twelve hours.
My props person is criminally incompetent, so I gotta go buy whipped cream, a baby monitor, and frozen peas.
I love theatre.
ANXIETY.
We might not have publicity posters. The floor may not be painted. The lights are definitely going to be crap, and we have a nonexistent closet.
Last night I dreamed that my costume designer was trying to talk me into changing all of the clothes into dresses made out of 2-liter Sprite bottles. And I was agreeing with her. My dream-self thought it was the best idea ever. My dream-self also thought that the play was secretly about saving whales, though.
Despite the fact that it seems like my designers are out to get me - death by frustration is not a pleasant way to go - I think this may actually be a good show. I think. I hope.
I CAN'T TELL ANY MORE.
Friday I was so tired I fell asleep while walking. I tripped over a curb and woke myself up, then got home, and slept for twelve hours.
My props person is criminally incompetent, so I gotta go buy whipped cream, a baby monitor, and frozen peas.
I love theatre.