It's been a long weekend. Good, but long.
Friday night was a disaster, show-wise. The costumes got there less than 15 minutes before we started - I was still doing preset during the opening number. And as a result, a bunch of the actors didn't realize that they were all missing stuff until five minutes before curtain - cue frantic search for hats and polo shirts under the tables and the like. Then, halfway through the second song, the fire alarm goes off. We weren't sure what exactly it was at first - I finally ended up sneaking out of the theater and sprinting upstairs before getting in an argument with a stupid Public Safety officer who didn't seem to understand that there were 60 or so people downstairs and I needed to know whether we had to stop the show and evacuate. Fun. The alarm finally stopped after two or three scenes. But after that, the actors were rattled. Plus, the conductor was filling in for the pianist, so he was shaky on parts and the band couldn't really see him. So stuff just kept going wrong - missed lines, fudged entrances, everything a second off here or there. It was ugly. I mean, the cast and the pit did a valiant job under the circumstances, but it was really hard after all the distractions to keep cool. So happy when it was over.
Saturday's shows were relatively uneventful. And I'm free! Whee! We did strike, and then Chuck and I headed back to Jersey City.
Sunday we tried for Wicked tickets on the lottery line. Failed. Ended up going to see Constantine instead. It was...not as bad as I feared. I'll leave it at that, I think.
I spent most of Monday trying to write a paper, and then we tried for Rent. After the day before, I didn't think we were likely to get anything - but both Chuck and I got called! (You sign up for two tickets, so I ended up giving my slot to someone else.) It was superbly nifty. Second row seats. I'd never been to Rent before, so it was really pretty cool. I liked the show a lot - some quibbles here and there, but overall it's a great musical and the current cast is impressive.
And so now I'm in the basement of the far reaches of the Equad, trying somewhat unsuccessfully to build a test stand for my clock. It's not going well so far. Sigh. I'd like to go get dinner and go to bed early, but that's just not happening. Ah well. Tomorrow I go shopping with my mother, and the next day I try to convince people to hire me to design new and exciting ways of dispensing Lysol.
Friday night was a disaster, show-wise. The costumes got there less than 15 minutes before we started - I was still doing preset during the opening number. And as a result, a bunch of the actors didn't realize that they were all missing stuff until five minutes before curtain - cue frantic search for hats and polo shirts under the tables and the like. Then, halfway through the second song, the fire alarm goes off. We weren't sure what exactly it was at first - I finally ended up sneaking out of the theater and sprinting upstairs before getting in an argument with a stupid Public Safety officer who didn't seem to understand that there were 60 or so people downstairs and I needed to know whether we had to stop the show and evacuate. Fun. The alarm finally stopped after two or three scenes. But after that, the actors were rattled. Plus, the conductor was filling in for the pianist, so he was shaky on parts and the band couldn't really see him. So stuff just kept going wrong - missed lines, fudged entrances, everything a second off here or there. It was ugly. I mean, the cast and the pit did a valiant job under the circumstances, but it was really hard after all the distractions to keep cool. So happy when it was over.
Saturday's shows were relatively uneventful. And I'm free! Whee! We did strike, and then Chuck and I headed back to Jersey City.
Sunday we tried for Wicked tickets on the lottery line. Failed. Ended up going to see Constantine instead. It was...not as bad as I feared. I'll leave it at that, I think.
I spent most of Monday trying to write a paper, and then we tried for Rent. After the day before, I didn't think we were likely to get anything - but both Chuck and I got called! (You sign up for two tickets, so I ended up giving my slot to someone else.) It was superbly nifty. Second row seats. I'd never been to Rent before, so it was really pretty cool. I liked the show a lot - some quibbles here and there, but overall it's a great musical and the current cast is impressive.
And so now I'm in the basement of the far reaches of the Equad, trying somewhat unsuccessfully to build a test stand for my clock. It's not going well so far. Sigh. I'd like to go get dinner and go to bed early, but that's just not happening. Ah well. Tomorrow I go shopping with my mother, and the next day I try to convince people to hire me to design new and exciting ways of dispensing Lysol.
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Date: 2005-03-16 03:06 am (UTC)From: (Anonymous)--Emily
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Date: 2005-03-16 03:37 am (UTC)From:Re:
Date: 2005-03-16 01:06 pm (UTC)From:In her defense - it really didn't sound like a proper fire alarm. The alarm wasn't actually going off in the theater - it was the kitchen on the floor above us. (This was in a tiny little black box, by the way.) Very poorly designed if you ask me - there were no flashing lights or anything down where we were, and it sounded more like a high pitched hornet's nest than an actual alarm through the floor. We ended up in an argument backstage over what the hell was going on. Wasn't sure until I managed to get upstairs and find someone, and then the alarm turned off anyway.
But yeah, she really should have stopped the show. Chalk it up to inexperience - I think it was the first time she was stage managing.
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Date: 2005-03-16 01:07 pm (UTC)From:I don't know whether to be glad Goose wasn't there that night or wish he was.
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Date: 2005-03-16 01:13 pm (UTC)From:no subject
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Date: 2005-03-16 02:26 pm (UTC)From: