Our show is not particularly tech heavy. The fanciest thing in it is the slide projector, which we thought would be a big hassle.
Of course, we got the projector in plenty of time. But you know what's great with a slide projector? SLIDES. And? When the slides you ordered 10 days before don't make it to you in time for your technical rehearsal? Because you ordered them from the States 'cause they were cheaper and they promised a 48 hour turn around time? But they LIED?
Crazy contingency plans are spawned. Bricks are shat. Angry after-hours calls are made to the U.S. Postal Service. It was looking dire. But then - just as we were poised to spend more money we don't have getting an entirely new set of emergency slides done for the show tomorrow night - the slides arrived. And they are beautiful.
Whew.
That's it. Next time we do a show, it's gonna be a barstool and a bottle of water. And maybe we'll wear pants.
Slurpee count = 24
Deep breath, relax, you will be fine :) Nothing like a little scare to get the heart rate up. Good thoughts coming your way.
Posted by: Kristen | July 05, 2006 at 03:13 AM
Lady, I wish excellence and fun on you, your costars (especially that future handlebar mustache!) and crew.
Also, I feel like you need to get yourself an entourage. I'm just saying.
Posted by: Melissa | July 05, 2006 at 09:55 AM
Kristen - I'm feeling the thoughts. They feel like good, no barfing thoughts. Thanks!
Melissa - Thanks! And good idea re: the entourage. Must get ON it.
Posted by: roro | July 06, 2006 at 07:44 AM