Passes cupcake to P-C

We had a great day in the Cape. Tea shop, yummy dinner, and a cupcake store, where we bought the yummiest cupcakes ever. Totally worth all the stop and go traffic we drove through to get here.

So. I am at at a rock and roll themed party (thus asking about a costume in music). They asked for a band name for Rock Band. Guess what I threw out and got chosen.

That's right.

Cuntyballs.

Sweet cuntyballs!

Who did you dress as?

HAR!

Random rockabilly girl. In a pinch I would say Kim Lenz. I should have dressed Oz as a jaguar.

I should have dressed Oz as a jaguar.

Totes! Though Kim Lenz is also a cool choice.

Working another ballet show this weekend. While it's not bad... It's not good either. The ballet school show a few week back was much better. And better run. Funny thing being, this is a "professional" dance company.

That's sad, Omnis.

What's even sadder? We ran the show tonight. It didn't run bad, but it wasn't smooth. At the end, there are a series of songs strung together. On the *handwritten sheet*, they were written to be one long cue. Then, all of a sudden stage manager panics as the third song (of five) starts "Pause! Pause the music!!" (I pause). At the end, she was like "we talked about this earlier"

Yes, you said you will call the first Zep song, and Kashmir [the fifth song], the rest are auto-follow.

"Right, but they have to pause".

Um, then it's a called cue, and not an auto-follow.

Then the director complains that the aerialist cues were too quiet. I say That is the level we set during rehearsal.

"I didn't know I was signing off on levels"

Honey, I told you flat out, I've never worked with aerialists. I have no clue if they need the music louder, because they are off the deck, or quieter so they can communicate to each other, or what, that is why I said, YOU MUST TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED!

"Oh, well, I thought you'd just turn it up".

Well, maybe if you didn't burn all your rehearsal time with focus notes, because you refused to send a tech rider before your arrival, or have your lighting designer look at the rep plot, maybe we could have done a proper run during the rehearsal block! (didn't say that, but wanted to). Grrr.

I'm fine if I fuck up. I'll kick myself all night, and make sure it doesn't happen again. But when *YOU* fuck up, and then chew me out for it! That's bullshit! Grrr. It really steams my collar.

So much so, I've poured myself a drink when I got home. I never drink alone. Grrrrr.

I'll be all right. I got the Yankee/BoSox game recorded. A nice rum n coke. And I'll chill, and let it go. And do the show tomorrow, and slam the door on their asses as they head back to LA on load out.

That's right.

Cuntyballs.

Ha! Excellent. It'll have a life of its own soon.