Last night's misadventure

Last Night's Misadventur

So, I locked myself out of my room just before the alarm set itself. Not out of the building, just into the hallway. And the alarm is motion sensored. So I dashed around trying to turn off the alarm before I set it off. I called my parents, but they didn't answer the phone the first several times. So when they did call me back I was sitting in the hallway trying to alternatly pick a lock and break the door down. Neither was succesful. Finally Dad remembered a set of keys in the store. Maybe one of those keys would work. What do you know? One did.

Long night.

Sorting the Motherload

Sorting the Motherload

I'm getting very tired of having to invent post titles so that my whole post font style won't be screwy. Anyway.

Nancy has been all week in the "cage" sorting about 500 black plastic trash sacks of clothes. In theory, all clothes are sorted at the Warehouse and then sent to us. But we've been looking at the clothes that are on the racks, and the selection is primarily polyester. Blech. So, rather than continue the trend, she decided to sort all future loads herself. And what did we find? Lovely things. Lots of polyester, which we threw into the bins to be baled and sent to poor countries, but plenty of lovely things made of natural fibers, and quite a bit of vintage. Where has that all been going?

Our guess is that the error is happening here. We have a wonderful woman who sorts and hangs up our clothing, but she is an older lady. She wouldn't know a brand-name if it wore neon lights, and polyester double knit would appear to be...nice. *Shudder*

Henceforth, all clothes shall be pre-sorted by Nancy, Me, or my mother. Period. No more doubleknit. We've declared war.

Do it again.

Directions
Do it again, more. Do it again. More. Do it again. MORE.

Act II,2 was an emotional scene to block. The last time through, I almost teared up for real. Raahaah. And I got my fuzzy leopard slippers put into the show. I have the feeling they may upstage me.

Highlights from Denise

Highlights from this post by Denise:

You Know You've been in Theater too long When:
...Your weekend consists of Monday, and only Monday
...You can't remember what daylight looks like. ...95% of your wardrobe is black.
...Your diet consists of fast food or microwaved food.
..."Practical," "Drop," and "flat" are nouns.

You know you work in non-profit theatre if...
....your living room sofa spends more time on stage than you do.
....you've ever appeared on stage wearing your own clothes.
....you can find a prop in the prop room that hasn't seen the light of day in ten years, but you don't know where your own vacuum cleaner is.
....you have a Frequent Shopper Card at the Salvation Army. (Or in my case, Goodwill)
....Rogers and Hammerstein is synomous with 3 months of rehearsals.
....you've ever cleaned a tuxedo with a magic marker.
....you've ever said "Don't worry -- use the duct tape and if that doesn't work we'll just hot glue it."

So I guy walks into the lighthouse and says: "So there ARE pretty girls working here." I was the only person here, so that must be me. Compliments are nice. Especially when you're trying to live up to your poster.

Phase Two

Phase Two:

Begin unpacking small items without having moved big items into room
...COMPLETE.

Hey Eric

Hey Eric

I found a picture of you in my scrapbook. Remember Rocktober? The youth conference. You, Kris and I were a team on the canned food drive. And I think in the picture you might have been shorter than me. But maybe not. :-)

Wow

Wow

The poster for this show makes me look hot. It's very disconcerting.

It's a Whole Other World

A Whole "'Nother" World

I'm at in-service all day. Lunch was provided at a local Mexican Restaurant. Reaching the table I'm greeted by a Father in a reverse collar saying, "The only thing you need to decide is what color margaritas!"

They're a whole lot looser on that side of Christiandom.

Phase One

Phase One:Taking all items from truck and trailer up 22 steps of the fire escape into the second story -- COMPLETE.