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Jun. 10th, 2010 12:13 pmYAY me. Did my daily blathering over on 750words.com and have won back my turkey badge for writing three days in a row. I had gotten up to "flamingo" for a ten day streak, but lost a couple of days over the weekend, so I am starting from scratch again. Mostly just been brain-dumping daily diary entries as I attempt to make writing a daily habit. And I've cranked out some extra fic along with it, so something in the ether is working...
Had a pretty solid show last night. A couple technical bobbles. The sound designer/board op is off at a wedding for two days, so one of our two backstage kids has been conscripted to the booth. Which means we're one dresser down, and the pivotal explosion sequence got all screwed up last night. Director is gone, and there's no one to yell at the stage manager, so...
I haven't yet beaten the girl who plays the boy to the theater. When I got there last night she was finishing up her history homework, and then moved on to practicing her flute in the dressing room. School hasn't quite ended around here, depending on which school you attend, so there's lots of homework going on in the corners. One of the backstage kids was working on her geometry homework which excited the BFF no end.
Which is a sort of a segue to the sucky part of last night. BFF's ex-girlfriend came, with a bunch of other teachers I THINK. Not really sure as I give her, and by extension their colleagues a wide berth. Velcro girl is totally stuck on the BFF. They broke up, what... last summer ... but they teach in nearly adjacent rooms and vacation together, and party together and ...
Frankly jealous as hell on a couple levels, but mostly that she gets to see him every day, and I just get the spare moments of his life. And since he claims never to HAVE any spare moments...
More than a bit of tension there, yes? So when she came backstage to wait while he changed out of his costume, I got the hell out of there. Even if I didn't hate her for screwing with his head for a couple of years ... she's an emotional leech, and gives me the heebie jeebies on some instinctive level.
Anyway...
Tonight's trauma will be enacted when my parents come to see the show and then they will pick it and me apart afterwords. Whatever.
Such is the state of my day.
Had a pretty solid show last night. A couple technical bobbles. The sound designer/board op is off at a wedding for two days, so one of our two backstage kids has been conscripted to the booth. Which means we're one dresser down, and the pivotal explosion sequence got all screwed up last night. Director is gone, and there's no one to yell at the stage manager, so...
I haven't yet beaten the girl who plays the boy to the theater. When I got there last night she was finishing up her history homework, and then moved on to practicing her flute in the dressing room. School hasn't quite ended around here, depending on which school you attend, so there's lots of homework going on in the corners. One of the backstage kids was working on her geometry homework which excited the BFF no end.
Which is a sort of a segue to the sucky part of last night. BFF's ex-girlfriend came, with a bunch of other teachers I THINK. Not really sure as I give her, and by extension their colleagues a wide berth. Velcro girl is totally stuck on the BFF. They broke up, what... last summer ... but they teach in nearly adjacent rooms and vacation together, and party together and ...
Frankly jealous as hell on a couple levels, but mostly that she gets to see him every day, and I just get the spare moments of his life. And since he claims never to HAVE any spare moments...
More than a bit of tension there, yes? So when she came backstage to wait while he changed out of his costume, I got the hell out of there. Even if I didn't hate her for screwing with his head for a couple of years ... she's an emotional leech, and gives me the heebie jeebies on some instinctive level.
Anyway...
Tonight's trauma will be enacted when my parents come to see the show and then they will pick it and me apart afterwords. Whatever.
Such is the state of my day.
