The Great Move-Out
Today we packed 35 boxes of lights and assorted accessories for lighting. We decided that 22 lights on the spiffy new lighting cart is quite sufficient, and two dozen cables will be in the ugly hamper for use next year, and everything else is getting boxed up. 35 boxes and we didn't even touch the 80 or so Source 4s...so much more to do. And that's just in lighting. I don't want to think about costumes, and Erika and Holly have been entombed in the basement for two days boxing props and it's still not done.
I have one final remaining, and then I have no more academic work to do for my undergraduate degree. Home free after Friday. Too bad I sold my soul to Larry for Senior Week, but what else is there to do in Chestertown than breathe the dust and who-knows-what in the theater.
I have one final remaining, and then I have no more academic work to do for my undergraduate degree. Home free after Friday. Too bad I sold my soul to Larry for Senior Week, but what else is there to do in Chestertown than breathe the dust and who-knows-what in the theater.