Well, dear readers, this really takes the cake, oh, yes, this really takes the cake. We title this paragraph, Ten Minutes of Stupid. So, we wrap our good rehearsal. I drive our stage manager home after, as she’s on the way just a few blocks from the theater. Check. So, we walk out to the Group Rep parking lot, I use the fob to unlock the car and walk around to the trunk, open it, and put my bag there – the one that holds script and laptop. Check. I close the trunk. Check. I get in the car, put on my seatbelt and close the door. Check. I go to start the car and the fob/key isn’t in the ignition where I thought I’d put it. Silly me. I frequently make the mistake of putting it in my coat pocket because that’s what I did with the old motor car, which had a push button starter. I roll my eyes heavenward and reach in my coat pocket to get the keys. They aren’t there. Say what? I look on the floor. They aren’t there? I check the pocket again – only loose change. I check the pocket on the other side, which I rarely use. Nada. The stage manager turns on her phone flashlight and looks on the floor of the car, both sides. Nothing. I go back to the trunk and look there – nothing. I look in the bag – nothing. I’m beginning to panic. We check every inch of the ground around the car. Nothing. We’re both baffled. Like really baffled. Like REALLY baffled. I check the pocket again. Nothing. It makes no sense. I shake the coat and I hear something. Hmmm. I reach ABOVE the square pocket where I put things and discover there’s also a side pocket directly above the square pocket. And that’s where I’d put the keys. Now, you must understand, I’ve had this coat for almost a decade, and I had no idea there WAS a side pocket. And there you have your Ten Minutes of Stupid. What an episodic episode it was. The rehearsal itself was good and productive. We ran the number I staged last night and I was still happy with it and just added a couple of small moves for the last chorus. We picked up where we left off, running the rest of act one (sans the wrestling match – more about that tomorrow) and then somehow we got through all of act two. We’re at the point now where everyone needs to get off book, especially with the lyrics. But it’s starting to actually feel like a show is coming through, so that’s good.
Yesterday was okay. I got about six hours of sleep, which was fine since I’d had over eleven the previous night. I got up, answered e-mails, began getting things together for our next two releases, got out of Facebook jail and I simply didn’t care, I didn’t miss being there and if I didn’t need it for promotion, I would have nuked my account. I think many, many people are feeling as I do and have had it with Facebook.
I’d pre-ordered food from Del Taco and it got here around one. It was okay – not horrible, not great. I tried their cheeseburger, but it was of the eh variety. The tacos are okay but, in the end, Taco Bell simply does all of it better. Now, if they’d only bring back the Bell Burger. I did a few things on the computer, and then watched two episodes of the limited series I began the day before, entitled The Stranger, from a novel by Harlan Coben. I’ve never read any of his books, but I know people like his stuff. It’s on the Flix of Net and it’s a Brit series of eight episodes. It doesn’t fall prey to quite so many of the cliches – oh, we got the occasional “We’re done here,” and there is a song that plays over the main titles, but the actors are really top-notch, and it feels much more like one of the Nordic Noir series, like The Killing. While it does follow that kind of a template, at least it hasn’t jumped the shark – not yet anyway. We’ll see how the final two episodes play out. I’ll probably finish it after I post these here notes. Then I showered and moseyed on over to the mail place, where I picked up a couple of small packages, and then I went to the theater.
Today, I’ll be up by eleven or thereabouts, I’ll do whatever needs doing, I’ll write, I’ll eat something light, I’ll hopefully pick up some packages, and then we have our rehearsal, during which we will drill a lot of stuff. Then I’ll come home and relax.
Tomorrow is a day off, so I’ll write quite a bit and catch up on a few things. Saturday is our long rehearsal and we’ll drill, drill, drill (that is three drills) and then maybe run the show. Sunday is off and so is Monday. I think my brother is in town on Monday, so we’ll lunch and have fun. And then we begin rehearsals again on Tuesday and I’ve told everyone to try and be off book by then.
And just as I was writing the paragraph above guess what arrived? The designed book with all things now properly in place. Looks like around 226 pages. It looks splendid and how I shall have to give it one more once over of proofing, then we can get it ready to send in. Exciting. Perhaps I’ll reveal what it is this weekend. Perhaps I just will.
Well, dear readers, I must take the day, I must do the things I do, I must, for example, be up by eleven or thereabouts, do whatever needs doing, write, proof, eat something light, hopefully pick up packages, have a rehearsal, and then relax. Today’s topic of discussion: What’s the stupidest thing you’ve done – take a leaf from my Ten Minutes of Stupid. Let’s hear it all. Let’s have loads of lovely postings, shall we, whilst I hit the road to dreamland, hoping I don’t have another Ten Minutes of Stupid again.