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Okay, real update this time. Haven't been online much for the past few weeks, this past week especially, as 'Jekyll and Hyde' went into tech and then opened this past weekend. The show overall is going great, second performance was a bit of a slump as always, and Sunday's matinee lacked energy but otherwise I'm very happy with the way things have turned out so far. Despite my desire to just act and leave all the tech to others, I've gotten roped into essentially being a backup stage manager at least for the purposes of some of the more heavy-duty scene changes. Unfortunately, this puts me in a position of responsibility, which means now that everybody and his mother are now coming to me about anything and everything they have questions about, regardless of whether they have to do with scene changes or not. I've actually had people ask me costuming questions...-_-; It's kind of funny how easy it is to tell the difference between someone who is an actor at heart and someone who is production staff at heart - the techie is the one who doesn't look completely lost when something goes wrong. =P Ah, well.
As regards my personal life, nothing of note to report - all the girls in the show are either too young, spoken for, or both. There's nothing quite like finding you have an incredible rapport with a girl 10 years younger than you who has a boyfriend you'd like to kick in the teeth soley on principle. On the other hand I did run into a girl I used to work with, and I'm fairly certain she liked/likes me, but I really don't think we have strong enough chemistry to make up for the fact that we don't have much in common. Or maybe this is just my way of sabatoging things before they start, as usual. Call our toll-free number to cast your vote.
All this, however, is incidental to what happened on Saturday night at about 11 pm. My ex-sister-in-law calls to ask me to come with her to take Gillian to the emergency room. She'd been experiencing a rash under her diaper for a couple of weeks now and some of it had developed into boils, one of which started to bleed continuously on Saturday and ended up having to be lanced. My mom went with us (thankfully, because I suck at forms and paperwork), but in terms of keeping things calm she wasn't much help if only because she ended up trying too hard (likely because she was fairly worked up herself). Gilly's mother was, naturally, borderline hysterical, which left it to me to be the calm one, which sucked because I felt near to tears myself. They put Gilly into what they call "conscious sedation", that is that while she was techinically awake she couldn't feel anything or focus on anything. To be frank, some of the expressions on her face immediately after the drugs kicked in were pretty funny (if a little scary), but I'll never forget how she looked after the medication really settled in - it broke my heart to see my darling baby lying there looking like the most pathetic thing on God's green earth. The only things that kept me from crying were knowing that she'd be just fine and that if I lost it it'd just make those with me that much more bad off emotionally.
As of today, all reports indicate that Gillian is fine, however. I actually saw her on Sunday and she was bright and cheery as ever, and when she went to the doctor yesterday to get the packing changed she was reportedly very good about the whole thing. Likewise the whole business has been good for the reason that it forced her mother to finally potty-train her (since she couldn't/can't wear diapers until everything is cleared up down there). So it seems to be turning out alright, but needless to say I was rather maudlin and grumpy backstage during Sunday's show. I think people were actually afraid to pester me with questions...which was another hidden bonus to everything. XD
Anywha, we've got a full row of performances this weekend as well, starting Thursday (and two on Sunday), so I'll still be pretty scarce.
As regards my personal life, nothing of note to report - all the girls in the show are either too young, spoken for, or both. There's nothing quite like finding you have an incredible rapport with a girl 10 years younger than you who has a boyfriend you'd like to kick in the teeth soley on principle. On the other hand I did run into a girl I used to work with, and I'm fairly certain she liked/likes me, but I really don't think we have strong enough chemistry to make up for the fact that we don't have much in common. Or maybe this is just my way of sabatoging things before they start, as usual. Call our toll-free number to cast your vote.
All this, however, is incidental to what happened on Saturday night at about 11 pm. My ex-sister-in-law calls to ask me to come with her to take Gillian to the emergency room. She'd been experiencing a rash under her diaper for a couple of weeks now and some of it had developed into boils, one of which started to bleed continuously on Saturday and ended up having to be lanced. My mom went with us (thankfully, because I suck at forms and paperwork), but in terms of keeping things calm she wasn't much help if only because she ended up trying too hard (likely because she was fairly worked up herself). Gilly's mother was, naturally, borderline hysterical, which left it to me to be the calm one, which sucked because I felt near to tears myself. They put Gilly into what they call "conscious sedation", that is that while she was techinically awake she couldn't feel anything or focus on anything. To be frank, some of the expressions on her face immediately after the drugs kicked in were pretty funny (if a little scary), but I'll never forget how she looked after the medication really settled in - it broke my heart to see my darling baby lying there looking like the most pathetic thing on God's green earth. The only things that kept me from crying were knowing that she'd be just fine and that if I lost it it'd just make those with me that much more bad off emotionally.
As of today, all reports indicate that Gillian is fine, however. I actually saw her on Sunday and she was bright and cheery as ever, and when she went to the doctor yesterday to get the packing changed she was reportedly very good about the whole thing. Likewise the whole business has been good for the reason that it forced her mother to finally potty-train her (since she couldn't/can't wear diapers until everything is cleared up down there). So it seems to be turning out alright, but needless to say I was rather maudlin and grumpy backstage during Sunday's show. I think people were actually afraid to pester me with questions...which was another hidden bonus to everything. XD
Anywha, we've got a full row of performances this weekend as well, starting Thursday (and two on Sunday), so I'll still be pretty scarce.