lol.
Whew, what a night. Because the audience was up and participating, the cast was up, and that got me way up. I sang my heart out backstage, and it felt good.
When Frank threw the bouquet of black roses, they got hung up in the microphone cord, so they dangled from the light riser for a while. That was funny.
The guy who plays Frank is as sweet as the day is long... I may even go to the cast party tomorrow night. We're going to not be allowed to leave the theater between shows... so from one thirty to ten thirty, we'll be all together. That's what, nearly ten hours... wow. I'll bring my laptop, take lots of photos, take a nap. I already called dibs on the bed.
That's me and Frank.
And here:
So I took those pics with my camera. And sent them to my e-mail. I'm moving right along in technological stuff. Wow. I surprised myself.
If I go to the cast party I'll be scared, driving back in the dark late late.
I wonder if I'll have to guts to do it.
*sigh*
Probably not.
Work... work was work.
We were busy all day long. It rained. Steve had cooked the brisket so it was tasty. I never did take a break to eat or sit down.
And Steve had to leave early to get his sick daughter from school. So I swept and mopped. Lee did take out the trash.
He offered to mop; but I know he wouldn't get to it. When I left, his daughter was sitting watching Spongebob at top volume while he talked to the guy from Halsey (food services).
I think he was picking out cups.. which means dishwasher coming soon. Hoorah!
My hands... so dry, cracked, yesterday I was driving home and my right index finger just started bleeding.
I looked down and saw blood all over my poor hand, on the steering wheel... jesus.
I want to buy a kilt. I'm tempted to go over to Hot Topic and actually buy a punk kilt just for tomorrow. AT fifty something dollars. Plus a fishnet shirt. I'm tempted.
What ... I dunno. It would be fun at any rate.
I'm just so freakin' lonely, and when I'm backstage singing along with the cast, it feels good. And when the cast is interacting with me, I just wish I was one of them. I wish I'd been in good enough shape to audition.
I will be next year. Next year ... if they do it next year. They may do it two years apart. I'll be ready then if I'm still here.
A good photo of Frank taken with my digital camera:
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