Anyway, yesterday Ellen and I made the drive to Spring Green to see the American Players Theater production of Shakespeare's Twelfth Night. It's not a play I'd previously been familiar with, and it was really, really good. A nice birthday present. After the show we had supper and came back just in time for me to collapse out of exhaustion. I really need to start getting more sleep. I'm not sure how, since going to bed at 10:00 PM and going to bed at 4:00 AM yield pretty much the same amount of sleeplessness.
After my little nap, we went to Rocky. We'd planned to arrive early for Ellen's lighting debut, and I spent plenty of time priming her for the massive amount of suck that is holding the lights. Lights. Pfft. Back at the Majestic when I was doing lights for Decadence, we had a spotlight mounted just below the railing in the center of the balcony. On nights when we were feeling lazy, we'd hook it up to an extension cord, plug it into a dimmer switch, and run the light (which didn't move (at all)) from the audience. It was awful -- just like most of the things I remember from Decadence. At some point the bracket holding the light broke and came crashing down into the audience during a showing of High Art.
That's probably not true. All I remember is that we had a light one week, and the next week it was gone because the bracket had broken. Tom and I went to see High Art before Rocky once, but um, I digress. Ellen and I arrived at the Orpheum only to find out that the show had been cancelled due to a broken projector. She was
That was last night, though. Tonight, I have a busy night ahead of me, what with putting the newly-washed sheets back on my bed, restocking my mini-fridge with raspberry Klarbrunn, figuring out where my checkbook register is off by $0.05, and settling in to watch (drumroll, please) The Wizard of Speed and Time. Until tomorrow (probably), I bid you all a fondue.