I'm pretty sure that, no matter how much I bitch about it this week, I actually missed the insanity of working on a show. I missed the frustration and the pointless rehearsals where I have NOTHING to do. I missed that look we all get on our faces when we're two broken threads/lamps/microphones/deliveries/PROPS away from cracking and committing acts of depravity with the script pages. I missed the gallows humor. I missed miming 101 ways to kill yourself and your fellow actors/technicians. It's ridiculously fun doing this shit and complaining endlessly about it. No promises, guys, but I feel like I may have come home.
That being said, an abbreviated list of things I could have done today instead of slaving away needlessly at the shop:
I could have...
...celebrated Michelle's 21st with wild, parent-sponsored Bacchanalia in Chicago.
...STUDIED FOR MY EXAMS.
...become an alcoholic and moved to Morocco with some guy named Kurt.
So, things have could have been better, but they could also have been much, much worse.
Fortunately for all concerned I am now at home, eating real food (no more free pizza to gum up my insides, whee!) and basking in the incandescent glow of my new 100 Watt light bulbs. Like Blinkin, I can see! *trips over the landmine of frilly things and papers in the middle of the floor* Nope. I was wrong.
Also, unending ♥ for Ryan who is the fairest of the fair and loves me deeply for who I am... no matter how many times I mooch rides off of him in his unfortunate little car. *hugs ^ infinity*
Tonight the moon sees someone I want to see. Several someones. I wish you were all here, my lovelies. It just won't do without you.
ETA: So, it just hit me that I have rehearsal on Tuesday at the same time as my Stats exam. Fuck. Hopefully Spitznagel will let me take it Wednesday morning after class? PLEASE? *cries*
That being said, an abbreviated list of things I could have done today instead of slaving away needlessly at the shop:
I could have...
...celebrated Michelle's 21st with wild, parent-sponsored Bacchanalia in Chicago.
...STUDIED FOR MY EXAMS.
...become an alcoholic and moved to Morocco with some guy named Kurt.
So, things have could have been better, but they could also have been much, much worse.
Fortunately for all concerned I am now at home, eating real food (no more free pizza to gum up my insides, whee!) and basking in the incandescent glow of my new 100 Watt light bulbs. Like Blinkin, I can see! *trips over the landmine of frilly things and papers in the middle of the floor* Nope. I was wrong.
Also, unending ♥ for Ryan who is the fairest of the fair and loves me deeply for who I am... no matter how many times I mooch rides off of him in his unfortunate little car. *hugs ^ infinity*
Tonight the moon sees someone I want to see. Several someones. I wish you were all here, my lovelies. It just won't do without you.
ETA: So, it just hit me that I have rehearsal on Tuesday at the same time as my Stats exam. Fuck. Hopefully Spitznagel will let me take it Wednesday morning after class? PLEASE? *cries*