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It was a very good weekend. It starts with Shrew, which is good, and photo call, emphatically not. Then Saturday is really good, with showers and blood oranges and a show with no strike and ronzas. Although we probably should have gone to Il Spazio's or El Vacquero. Then auditions, which were okay. I probably sang the worst in my group, but I also sang the loudest. Some say it works. Then cast party, which was odd. I guess I won. Yay, being a driver. Certainly wasn't designated, but with the not drinking, probably a good idea. Then Sunday, where I am not called back, and play Ptolus, which is plan A anyway.
And Monday, where I am called back to reality. I missed work by oversleep, I wasn't cast, and I have a nasty take home test, a ton of German (including FAUST IN GERMAN), and still a week before spring break. And it's not even spring. Which is why it's called Midterm Break.
At least it's only a week. I look to be cast on Tuesday in the one acts. And I'm light board operator for Bat Boy, circumstances accepting.
I need to run, but my knee hurts.
And Monday, where I am called back to reality. I missed work by oversleep, I wasn't cast, and I have a nasty take home test, a ton of German (including FAUST IN GERMAN), and still a week before spring break. And it's not even spring. Which is why it's called Midterm Break.
At least it's only a week. I look to be cast on Tuesday in the one acts. And I'm light board operator for Bat Boy, circumstances accepting.
I need to run, but my knee hurts.