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Finally catching my breath!
First things first: we opened the show this weekend. And you know what? It's actually good. In spite of the pure hassle and extreme exhaustion, it all worked out. There are still some things I would have liked to see go differently, but all in all... it's a good show, and our audiences seem to be liking it a whole lot.
All the same, though, I will be glad when it's over so I can reclaim a bit more of my bandwidth.
Worth mentioning, though, is that since my last post, there have been two developments:
1) On Friday, one of the other crew members who came in rather late in the game was chatting me up when the lot of us went out for opening night drinks, and... he's nice. Like, really, really nice. And good-looking! He's Canadian, moved here years ago. He has a thing for all things vintage, but especially classic film (!!!), and he collects old phonographs and gramophones. And he's brilliant to talk to, a true conversationalist. I could be wrong, but there might be a little spark there. Time will tell, but I would definitely not turn down an opportunity to explore a possible connection with him. He's got lovely, smiling blue eyes. I'm such a sucker for blue eyes.
and
2) Joe has invited me to go with his "inner circle" group of friends to his birthday thing in New Orleans in January. It all seems pretty slipshod at this point--nobody's actually planned anything, like renting a house or anything. It's eleven weeks away. I'm tempted to jump in and take the lead planning, but that's a huge problem I have: always feeling responsible and always picking up others' slack. I don't know why I do that. If I catch even the slightest whiff of incompetence, disorganization, or underperformance in anything even tangentially related to something I'm involved in, I feel the need to jump in and fix, fix, fix. And most of the time, it's thankless. I've gotta knock that shit off. BUT, I am excited about even a potential trip to New Orleans. And I'm surprised Joe invited me... I think? I still don't know what to think or how to feel about that guy. Again, time will tell.
On top of all this, the trial preparation is under way and in full swing. I stopped by the office after the matinee yesterday, and everyone was beavering away. I spoke with the paralegal from New York, and she said everything was under control and told me to go home and get some sleep; she didn't need to tell me twice. I guess I got home at about 7pm, made myself a little dinner, had a glass of hot spiced apple wine, and crashed hard.
I'm not sure I'm not fighting something, as I've been sneezing and my sinuses are painful. Even now, as I sit here typing this, I'm extremely tired and could go right to sleep, right this moment--and it's only 6:30pm.
And I think I'm going to do just exactly that. Because if I am indeed fighting something, that's good medicine. I can barely string thoughts together, anyway, and this writing all looks like trash to me right now.
First things first: we opened the show this weekend. And you know what? It's actually good. In spite of the pure hassle and extreme exhaustion, it all worked out. There are still some things I would have liked to see go differently, but all in all... it's a good show, and our audiences seem to be liking it a whole lot.
All the same, though, I will be glad when it's over so I can reclaim a bit more of my bandwidth.
Worth mentioning, though, is that since my last post, there have been two developments:
1) On Friday, one of the other crew members who came in rather late in the game was chatting me up when the lot of us went out for opening night drinks, and... he's nice. Like, really, really nice. And good-looking! He's Canadian, moved here years ago. He has a thing for all things vintage, but especially classic film (!!!), and he collects old phonographs and gramophones. And he's brilliant to talk to, a true conversationalist. I could be wrong, but there might be a little spark there. Time will tell, but I would definitely not turn down an opportunity to explore a possible connection with him. He's got lovely, smiling blue eyes. I'm such a sucker for blue eyes.
and
2) Joe has invited me to go with his "inner circle" group of friends to his birthday thing in New Orleans in January. It all seems pretty slipshod at this point--nobody's actually planned anything, like renting a house or anything. It's eleven weeks away. I'm tempted to jump in and take the lead planning, but that's a huge problem I have: always feeling responsible and always picking up others' slack. I don't know why I do that. If I catch even the slightest whiff of incompetence, disorganization, or underperformance in anything even tangentially related to something I'm involved in, I feel the need to jump in and fix, fix, fix. And most of the time, it's thankless. I've gotta knock that shit off. BUT, I am excited about even a potential trip to New Orleans. And I'm surprised Joe invited me... I think? I still don't know what to think or how to feel about that guy. Again, time will tell.
On top of all this, the trial preparation is under way and in full swing. I stopped by the office after the matinee yesterday, and everyone was beavering away. I spoke with the paralegal from New York, and she said everything was under control and told me to go home and get some sleep; she didn't need to tell me twice. I guess I got home at about 7pm, made myself a little dinner, had a glass of hot spiced apple wine, and crashed hard.
I'm not sure I'm not fighting something, as I've been sneezing and my sinuses are painful. Even now, as I sit here typing this, I'm extremely tired and could go right to sleep, right this moment--and it's only 6:30pm.
And I think I'm going to do just exactly that. Because if I am indeed fighting something, that's good medicine. I can barely string thoughts together, anyway, and this writing all looks like trash to me right now.