back on the vineyard
If the Ukranina interns don't stop giggling, I may have to beat them with a stick...
Well, that's not really how my trip started, but it's all I can think about at the moment, and what sent me scurrying back to the office computer to vent. Everywhere I go, there they are....fuckin giggling. I swear to the gods, I don't know what is worse, the high pitched squeeling, or the damn spiders everywhere.
But, I should start somewhere near the begining. It all started with my parents in the back of a car in 1977.....wait.....not that far.
So Maria and i got in the car with the two Ukranian interns in the back, and headed up I-95 to Martha's Vineyard. Nothing real exciting about the trip other than Maria likes to go ludicris speed, and that was fine by me. We missed the stupid 8:45 ferry by 30 seconds, and so had to eat dinner at an overpriced resteraunt...again, not very exciting. Got on 9:45 ferry, and read Maria's tarot cards, then spent the time explaining how they work, the spirits and what not.
Got the the Vineyard and were taken to the Inn, which surprisingly was really freakin nice. First time i have ever been treated nice here....but as I told Maria, it was her fault. Had i been alone, I'd been out in the shack with the racoons. We drank a bottle of wine and talked about boys, men and sex....all the good things to talk about while drinking.
Next morning up bright and early....well, early for me. Which is any time before noon. Got to The Yard and immediatly went to work rehearsing. Spent a good hour in a dressign room pretending I was a mezzo, and then watching Wendy stage Maria in the Queen's Aria from Flute. Then we went thru our dresses and picked out what to wear, jewlery and shoes and all that crap. next to a the theater to set the pieces on the stage, then a cue to cue with the dancers and actor, then waiting around, getting ready and the show. Then we had to shmooz. Gods do I hate to fuckin talk to people I don't know about non-important drivel. They all asked if I was a mezzo......brilliant.
Maria left the next day at ass-early-5am. I got to stay a few extra hours in the luxurious bed with a giant white comforter and white sheets. I knew it wouldn't last. When i finaly dragged myself back to reality, i cleaned up, left and wandered down the Main street towards what I assumed was the middle of town. I was right....happens alot. I found a cute little outside cafe and ordered up a cappuccino and a toasted blueberry muffin. It would have been better with company....but it was the first nice day in a while, and iw as just happy to see sunshine.
Not much happened that day, other than a bit of work to do, tryign to find a place for me to sleep at the Yard, and running away from spiders like the little bitch I am. I did get a chance to go to the library. Oh, did i mention there is no TV here at the Yard? ha. just lovely. so, to the library i went, to find some sort of way to entertain myself. My card had expired and I owed 24$ in fees. A librarian I know from the yard waved the fee for me, cause i am cool like that.
The production manager had his birthday and grilled some food for everyone. I stayed in the office to get soem work done till Wendy banged on the window and told me i had to come out and be social. fuck me side ways. I hate being social. Especialy here. The only ones on the compound are freakin young pretty dancers.....gods, leave me out of that. I went out, walked around with Wendy for 15 minutes until she decided she was too cool to stay, and left me alone. I fled inside to a glass of wine and my reading. I tried to go to bed a bit later, while the interns giggled....I hate them.
The stars here at night are amazing. There is that. though standing outside alone looking at them is slightly depressing.
Next day, work. Gah. Wendy's bitch. do this, this , this,a nd that, oh, and don't forget to do, oh yeah, when you have a minute....BAH! Got thru 1/5th of the damn score. lovely. When do we actually work on staging? who the fuck knows. Got told i had to go to a champagne dinner with her. A normal person might be excited by this....I wasn't. I just wanted my book and solitude. NO such luck.
The small restaraunt was nice, and the food and wine very good. We sat at a table with two older women Wendy knew and chatted about this and that. The more I drank the more charming I suppose I was and they said they were so glad I was there. They need more friends I think. The chef came out and talked to us, and Wendy said he was flirting with me. Maybe one day i will learn how to pick up on that. We left with one of the older women driving....and she was drunk.
We barely made it to Wendy's small house, and she jumped out and waved us on. Good gods, I sat the entire way praying the the spirits to just get us home in one piece. The older woman at one point was driving on the wrong side of the road, and when i finaly told her to get back in the right lane, she said "oh...i just wanted to drive over there just to see." ummm, what now? Then we almost drove straight into a stone wall. I got home in one piece, but jesus h. christ i was shaking. Ran to bed. listened to Ukranians giggling, vowed to kill them one day....fell asleep.
Woke up with migrain and back-ache. It;s fuckin cold and rainy here like I can't describe. No heat makes you crumble into a horrible position all day, just to keep warm. I shoulda brought a sweater, or a blanket....or a freakin Taun-taun.
Worked all day today on the Dido score. at least we got some damn work done. Went thru the entire thing, though Wendy tried to stop a few times and i told her to sit the fuck down and finish. Amazing i am able to talk to people the way i do....one day i am gonna get my ass kicked.
Couldn't practice today, freakin lighting people re-hanging stuff in the theater, where the only piano lives. SO i tried to read....and the giggly drove me mad.
So here I am, at the begining, or the end...bah. My head still hurts.
Well, that's not really how my trip started, but it's all I can think about at the moment, and what sent me scurrying back to the office computer to vent. Everywhere I go, there they are....fuckin giggling. I swear to the gods, I don't know what is worse, the high pitched squeeling, or the damn spiders everywhere.
But, I should start somewhere near the begining. It all started with my parents in the back of a car in 1977.....wait.....not that far.
So Maria and i got in the car with the two Ukranian interns in the back, and headed up I-95 to Martha's Vineyard. Nothing real exciting about the trip other than Maria likes to go ludicris speed, and that was fine by me. We missed the stupid 8:45 ferry by 30 seconds, and so had to eat dinner at an overpriced resteraunt...again, not very exciting. Got on 9:45 ferry, and read Maria's tarot cards, then spent the time explaining how they work, the spirits and what not.
Got the the Vineyard and were taken to the Inn, which surprisingly was really freakin nice. First time i have ever been treated nice here....but as I told Maria, it was her fault. Had i been alone, I'd been out in the shack with the racoons. We drank a bottle of wine and talked about boys, men and sex....all the good things to talk about while drinking.
Next morning up bright and early....well, early for me. Which is any time before noon. Got to The Yard and immediatly went to work rehearsing. Spent a good hour in a dressign room pretending I was a mezzo, and then watching Wendy stage Maria in the Queen's Aria from Flute. Then we went thru our dresses and picked out what to wear, jewlery and shoes and all that crap. next to a the theater to set the pieces on the stage, then a cue to cue with the dancers and actor, then waiting around, getting ready and the show. Then we had to shmooz. Gods do I hate to fuckin talk to people I don't know about non-important drivel. They all asked if I was a mezzo......brilliant.
Maria left the next day at ass-early-5am. I got to stay a few extra hours in the luxurious bed with a giant white comforter and white sheets. I knew it wouldn't last. When i finaly dragged myself back to reality, i cleaned up, left and wandered down the Main street towards what I assumed was the middle of town. I was right....happens alot. I found a cute little outside cafe and ordered up a cappuccino and a toasted blueberry muffin. It would have been better with company....but it was the first nice day in a while, and iw as just happy to see sunshine.
Not much happened that day, other than a bit of work to do, tryign to find a place for me to sleep at the Yard, and running away from spiders like the little bitch I am. I did get a chance to go to the library. Oh, did i mention there is no TV here at the Yard? ha. just lovely. so, to the library i went, to find some sort of way to entertain myself. My card had expired and I owed 24$ in fees. A librarian I know from the yard waved the fee for me, cause i am cool like that.
The production manager had his birthday and grilled some food for everyone. I stayed in the office to get soem work done till Wendy banged on the window and told me i had to come out and be social. fuck me side ways. I hate being social. Especialy here. The only ones on the compound are freakin young pretty dancers.....gods, leave me out of that. I went out, walked around with Wendy for 15 minutes until she decided she was too cool to stay, and left me alone. I fled inside to a glass of wine and my reading. I tried to go to bed a bit later, while the interns giggled....I hate them.
The stars here at night are amazing. There is that. though standing outside alone looking at them is slightly depressing.
Next day, work. Gah. Wendy's bitch. do this, this , this,a nd that, oh, and don't forget to do, oh yeah, when you have a minute....BAH! Got thru 1/5th of the damn score. lovely. When do we actually work on staging? who the fuck knows. Got told i had to go to a champagne dinner with her. A normal person might be excited by this....I wasn't. I just wanted my book and solitude. NO such luck.
The small restaraunt was nice, and the food and wine very good. We sat at a table with two older women Wendy knew and chatted about this and that. The more I drank the more charming I suppose I was and they said they were so glad I was there. They need more friends I think. The chef came out and talked to us, and Wendy said he was flirting with me. Maybe one day i will learn how to pick up on that. We left with one of the older women driving....and she was drunk.
We barely made it to Wendy's small house, and she jumped out and waved us on. Good gods, I sat the entire way praying the the spirits to just get us home in one piece. The older woman at one point was driving on the wrong side of the road, and when i finaly told her to get back in the right lane, she said "oh...i just wanted to drive over there just to see." ummm, what now? Then we almost drove straight into a stone wall. I got home in one piece, but jesus h. christ i was shaking. Ran to bed. listened to Ukranians giggling, vowed to kill them one day....fell asleep.
Woke up with migrain and back-ache. It;s fuckin cold and rainy here like I can't describe. No heat makes you crumble into a horrible position all day, just to keep warm. I shoulda brought a sweater, or a blanket....or a freakin Taun-taun.
Worked all day today on the Dido score. at least we got some damn work done. Went thru the entire thing, though Wendy tried to stop a few times and i told her to sit the fuck down and finish. Amazing i am able to talk to people the way i do....one day i am gonna get my ass kicked.
Couldn't practice today, freakin lighting people re-hanging stuff in the theater, where the only piano lives. SO i tried to read....and the giggly drove me mad.
So here I am, at the begining, or the end...bah. My head still hurts.