You have to imagine that title as a sign with two arrows going in opposite directions. Then it's funny.
The show has completely taken over my brain. Last week, I had a dream about sleeping through rehearsal, and last night, I had a dream about checking out the basement of The Coffeehouse.
I called The Coffeehouse last night, and they agreed to let us use their basement for the performances for free. Now, it's been almost two years since I've been in their basement, so I'm going to check it out today after work, around 4:00. Then I have rehearsal with the cast of Act II at six. I haven't had a rehearsal in five days and I'm starting to get a little twitchy around the edges.
But at least we have a space. We might not end up using the Coffeehouse basement if it sucks and if something better comes along, but I feel better knowing that we at least have a Plan B. And... the show takes place in a dilapidated apartment. And the only thing I remember about the Coffeehouse basement is that it's very dilapidated. We're building our set pieces on Friday, and we're rehearsing Act I all weekend so they'll be off-book by Monday.
They've re-arranged a lot at my office, and they got rid of the office that just had computers for the student workers. What does this mean? Well, it means my unsupervised access to the Internet just became highly supervised. It also means I have to listen to crappy music or no music at all... bleeccch.
Oh! And this is also somewhat worth mentioning. At my job, I update ISU alumni contact information in a computer database so they can be solicited for donations. It's boring, but they don't hassle me much. This in exchange for minimum wage. But I digress. I wanted to mention that right now, we are adding graduates from U-High, which is my old high school, into The System. So, sometime long after I'm gone, ISU is going to call me and ask me to give them money. This... would be amusing if it weren't so... gross. I can't explain why, but working at Rambo House has made me see fundraising as something sinister.
Meanwhile, people keep asking me when I'm leaving, which is funny because it almost seems like they're asking, "Why aren't you gone yet?" I leave August 28. It's too soon and yet, too far away. My two major projects for the next six weeks are: #1. The show. #2. Packing.
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