Wednesday

Turns out the lighting designer wasn't entirely to blame for the all the confusion (see my last post); it's the stage manager. It's her first time in the space, too, and she's discombobulated. I think she actually tried to schedule a weekday rehearsal, before realizing it would involve a lot of pissed-off actors and some truancy. ;D

I think it'll be a lot of fun working on a Christmas show. The costumes aren't much to look it - everything's all Welsh and sepia. But the music is lovely (they have a harpist and a lot of Welsh carols I can't understand, but enjoy anyway). And I was struck by a brilliant thought while looking at the funky half-a-Christmas-tree on the set: We want to buy Richard's son and his fiancee a Christmas tree, but it's hard to find one that isn't skinny or pre-lit. Solution: Buy a skinny tree for us, and give them ours! No, I don't like to part with it so soon, but I'll know it's going to a good home, and we'll have a tree that's actually suitable for our teensy-weensy home! Doy. Why didn't I think of that days ago? (DON'T answer that)

Not much else to report. The brutal Arctic winds finally died down today, meaning I didn't nearly die on the way home from the theatre. That's a plus. I was able to stroll the ave. and stop at the video store, even. Someone finally had the brains to release Michael Apted's 7 Up films as a set. These are documentaries that follow the same group of people from the age of 7, checking in on them every 7 years. Apted says it's a pain in the ass to do, convincing everybody to cooperate once each decade, but it's a brilliant idea, isn't it? I think he just released 56 Up. For years, I've only been able to find 35 Up and 49 Up.

I'll be posting a couple of reviews tomorrow. Right now I'm just gonna have some dinner and get to bed early. *yawn*