I agree with DebetEsse, and I wasn't raised in a hard-ass old-school theater manners.

Then again, I have my tight-ass-bitch reputation as fan productions producer/manager. I prefer to look at it as "you said you'd do something, I expect you to keep your word, or tell me so I can replace you. Don't be childish, don't hide things from me for I'm gonna try to make things as smooth and fun as can be, and for the love of God, don't you even think about playing games with me". I can see why some people can confuse this with tight ass bitching, but those people never tasted the stuff I bring for production meetings, and my people always came back when they could.

Thanks, Kristin and all. Writing here sure is venting; I got several calls from friends telling me they're sorry for my loss of my friend, and they know nothing of my grandfather's situation or my other relatives who are dying/passed away by now. And I'm never sure how to tell about it, even to my close friends and not to the ones who pick up the phone after 2-3 months we haven't met in or talk. "Yes, it sucks, and btw, my grandfather's also dying now and I'm in a funeral every other week" doesn't exactly rolls on my tongue, and when they do call, I prefer to enjoy talking with them and catching up; I can brood and be sad on my own, dammit.

The friends' "wake" changed date; Instead I went out with a friend. Drank a little bit, so I apologize for any "eh, Shir? This isn't really English" mistakes. Also, got a call from the parental unit, telling me they're sick, so we won't be visiting my grandfather tomorrow after all. I looked forward for this, but I know the first chance we have we'll do it.

And on this opportunity I'd like to thank Tom Waits.

Drank a little bit, so I apologize for any "eh, Shir? This isn't really English" mistakes.

Don't worry, Shir. We love drunk posting.

Shit, hon, I barely manage to post in English half the time and it's my native tongue.

not only English, but the Buffista dialect. While drunk. Ya, I'm impressed.

juliana must be in Sunday afternoon heaven. The Pack's kicking the shit out of Indy. While I like Peyton well enough, right now, I'm all for anything that keeps their overall record near ours.

Now the freakin' Titans...

Sparky-have a good flight! I hope your congestion eases... And that your head doesn't go boom.

Uhnhn. So tired. Pumpkin farm from hell. Too many people. We had eight adults and six kids in our group and I got to take all the kids through the corn tunnel by myself how?

That was a hell of a game. I can't believe that the one game (so far) I made it to Lambeau for this year was such a disaster, but I'm glad to see this. I mean they stomped the hell out of Indy - has Peyton given up?

Good times.

I mean they stomped the hell out of Indy - has Peyton given up?

You know, I don't know-- he really doesn't look like himself, does he? Two INTs returned for touchdowns just doesn't happen often to him.

Apropos of nothing, I really, really, really freakin' hate this new wave of Geico cavemen commercials.

My back is feeling much better this evening. We ended up staying home and reading the paper and then doing errands. Tonight we are having chili and wine and watching baseball. Overall, a very good Sunday, imho.

Ginger, I'm from the same school of time-keeping as you, so I feel particularly hypocritical - but I do always apologise! And I'm always sorrier than a sorry thing! (It's just...I'm remarkably incapable of learning from experience. Sometimes I successfully trick myself into being on time, but sometimes I just...don't.) If he were apologising, then it wouldn't be pissing me off so - it's the rudeness of showing up and not even acknowledging that the rest of us have been put out by him. Again.

Fay, that is beyond ridiculous. In my world, we're past "talking to" time and into "once more and you're out". But I was raised in hard-ass old-school theatre manners.

See, if we could replace him, then that might well be happening. But we're amateurs, and we had only a 6 week rehearsal period in the first place - now we've got two weeks before we're on stage. So kicking his tardy ass to the curb isn't an option, and we don't want him to get huffy and walk, because then we're screwed. We just want him to, you know, come to rehearsals. In a reasonably timely fashion. Or, if he isn't going to be able to make it, to phone and tell someone. Or answer his phone, when the Stage Manager is ringing him to find out where he is.

Ack.

Okay, venting over. First world woes, blah blah blah. Anyway, I'm a happy bunny because it's the half term holiday. Although I'm still at school, trying to sort out some of my shit. Um. But still - yay for leisurely days!