So, I'm at the American College Theatre Festival (ACTF) with my colleagues and nearly twenty of our students. Our production of FRANKENSTEIN was selected to compete in the festival. Very cool. We loaded everything in tonight. And, we peform tomorrow afternoon.
It's midnight. I've just got back from loading in costumes, lights, scenery, and sound equipment into the performance space. Now is the time for my minor panic attack.
Actually, things are doing really well. All is calm on the spinster front. We have a lot to do tomorrow, but it will get done and done beautifully. I have absolute faith.
In the meantime, I've been enjoying a few quiet moments here and there, reading Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum books. If you haven't heard of these books, you need to crawl out from under the rock you've been living under and go find a copy. They're hilarious. Stephanie is a bounty hunter. This would be like me becoming a bounty hunter. In the latest book, she starts out by apprehending an FTA (that's fancy bounty hunter talk for someone who's failed to appear in court) named Punky who, completely plastered, has stripped off all of his clothes and has greased himself all over with Vaseline in an attempt to avoid apprehension.
I'm keeping in mind this weekend that things could be worse. I could be wrestling cuffs onto a large, buck nacked, hairy butted man who's snockered and covered in Vaseline. Compared to this, teching FRANKENSTEIN in less than six hours will be a piece of Tastycake.
