Thursday, October 14, also hidden behind a wackily formated link to
4:30am- Leave for airport. Marvel at how IT'S NOT EVEN FALSE DAWN YET.
5:01am- Arrive at airport. Attempt to check bag with wrong airline. Am too asleep to be embarrassed.
5:07am- Successfully check bag.
5:20am- Stumble through security. Manage not to make a fool of self again.
6:35am- Plane takes off!
7:10am- Decide sunrise from above the clouds miiiiiight make up for the awful wakeup hour.
7:30am- Chitchat with man next to me, who inquires about the show I'm going to work.
7:30am- Realize I don't actually know. "It's one of the Henrys" I say vaguely. There is handwaving. Henry VIII maybe? That sounds right.
8:35am- In Atlanta! Giggle at having to go south in order to go north, then read and listen to lots of podcasts to kill time.
10:45am- In the air again! More books and podcasts. Now with added cookies and ginger ale!
12:10pm- Land in DC. Wander through airport, eventually finding metro.
12:12pm- Wait for metro, wondering if the last month has been a dream and I never really left DC.
1:25pm- Arrive at Capitol South metro stop. Find Folger contact, who gives me a ride to the office as it is POURING rain and I am hauling a month's worth of clothes and a computer.
1:35pm- Paperwork! Turns out I was right. Henry VIII indeed!
1:45pm- Drop things in room, wander around corner to find a bite to eat.
2:30pm- Go to rehearsal! Meet crew and cast. Discover that being introduced separately to 8 men with beards and Tudor costumes IN THE DARK = I have no idea who is who. Hope for the best.
5:00pm- Rehearsal is over! Grab dinner with techies.
6:00pm- Call for evening preview.
7:30pm- It's showtime! Stumble through show and do moderately well.
8:35pm- Join conversation about Opening Night To Do and realize that I have no fancy wear. Make mental note Find a Dress For Wearing.
11:35pm- Finish up with laundry and lock up, stumble back to room. Contemplate unpacking strategy on the walk back.
11:45pm- FACEPLANT INTO MATTRESS AND SLEEP FOREVER.
Life has slowed down a bit in the intervening days. I now know what city I'm in, what time it is, the date, and a host of other perfectly normal information that was lost to me mid-week. I have acquired groceries, a dress, a bloody nose (thank you, exceptionally dry air), a solid night's sleep, and a regular dose of that implacable show adrenaline.
To the world I say: Let's Make Things!