What a fucked up week this has been! Yesterday I think I did what was quite possibly the most nerve racking show I've done in my career so far/life. I had only four cues to do, so you would think I would have had an easy time. Little did I suspect...
First of all, when I got to the theatre, Sabrina (my stage manger/ boss) and I were the only ones their until fifteen minutes after house opened, so I had to cue up the music, and get the house straightened up, and tend bar in preset, when I should have been in the booth getting ready. Then, within ten minutes of the show starting, I heard a large crash, and I looked up to see that Mark had knocked the bar that was part of the set over, so now half of the stage was covered in broken glass and soaking fucking wet. But that's not the worst part. Alison put this big black rubber dildoh in the bar as a joke, and when Mark knocked over the bar, the dildoh flew in front of the audience and was standing straight up in the center of the stage. To top that off, Conor slipped on the mess later, and durning a thunder sound fx cue I had, I accidentally hit the bass boost on the cd player and scared the living shit out of the audience.
Then earlier this week, I had to give a report on the British colnozation of India in my Music Aprreciation class. (I actyually fun doing that
) Theirs this really dorky kid in my class. I'm not usually that judgmental, but...well, let me put it this way: This kid thinks that he's really funny when he's not. That's not so bad, but the stuff that he thinks is funny is statment of the obvious; in fact, the stuff he states OUT LOUD is so obvious that any body from earth probably understands it in their INNER MONOLOUGE symbolicaly/visualy, you know what I mean? Like, if you saw a paint bucket with a handle on it, you would understand without even thinking about it that the handle meant you could pick it up. It would probably not even need to register, and if it did, it would register as an image of somebody's hand picking the bucket up, and that image would probably last like half of a nanosecond. You wouldn't need to think through the sentences: "That bucket has a handle on it. That means I could pick it up." Well, this kid would say something like "He's sees it has a handle, so he automatically has to pick it up! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Anyway, in the middle of me saying something about the population of India in 1857 or something, this kid suddenly starts to make a big loud farting noise with his mouth. I don't mean just with his lips, either; He put his hands up to his mouth, and made the sound the way you see hunters make duck call noises with their hands. It was not as a response to what I was saying, I mean, he wasn't booing me or whatever. I think he just must have been off in his own little world. I have done strange thinks when I was spacing from being tired before, but to lift your hands up to your mouth and make a sound loud enough for everyone in the room to hear would take most people a fairly concerted effort, The whole class started laughing, and I just stood there with my mouth agape. I mean, how the hell are you susposed to react to THAT? The teacher asked him to please be quite( after she finally figured how to react) and he stopped.
And I thought I was eccentric! Christ!
First of all, when I got to the theatre, Sabrina (my stage manger/ boss) and I were the only ones their until fifteen minutes after house opened, so I had to cue up the music, and get the house straightened up, and tend bar in preset, when I should have been in the booth getting ready. Then, within ten minutes of the show starting, I heard a large crash, and I looked up to see that Mark had knocked the bar that was part of the set over, so now half of the stage was covered in broken glass and soaking fucking wet. But that's not the worst part. Alison put this big black rubber dildoh in the bar as a joke, and when Mark knocked over the bar, the dildoh flew in front of the audience and was standing straight up in the center of the stage. To top that off, Conor slipped on the mess later, and durning a thunder sound fx cue I had, I accidentally hit the bass boost on the cd player and scared the living shit out of the audience.
Then earlier this week, I had to give a report on the British colnozation of India in my Music Aprreciation class. (I actyually fun doing that
) Theirs this really dorky kid in my class. I'm not usually that judgmental, but...well, let me put it this way: This kid thinks that he's really funny when he's not. That's not so bad, but the stuff that he thinks is funny is statment of the obvious; in fact, the stuff he states OUT LOUD is so obvious that any body from earth probably understands it in their INNER MONOLOUGE symbolicaly/visualy, you know what I mean? Like, if you saw a paint bucket with a handle on it, you would understand without even thinking about it that the handle meant you could pick it up. It would probably not even need to register, and if it did, it would register as an image of somebody's hand picking the bucket up, and that image would probably last like half of a nanosecond. You wouldn't need to think through the sentences: "That bucket has a handle on it. That means I could pick it up." Well, this kid would say something like "He's sees it has a handle, so he automatically has to pick it up! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Anyway, in the middle of me saying something about the population of India in 1857 or something, this kid suddenly starts to make a big loud farting noise with his mouth. I don't mean just with his lips, either; He put his hands up to his mouth, and made the sound the way you see hunters make duck call noises with their hands. It was not as a response to what I was saying, I mean, he wasn't booing me or whatever. I think he just must have been off in his own little world. I have done strange thinks when I was spacing from being tired before, but to lift your hands up to your mouth and make a sound loud enough for everyone in the room to hear would take most people a fairly concerted effort, The whole class started laughing, and I just stood there with my mouth agape. I mean, how the hell are you susposed to react to THAT? The teacher asked him to please be quite( after she finally figured how to react) and he stopped.
And I thought I was eccentric! Christ!
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