A full house tonight. Drunk as skunks. It pleases me to be the permission for their chaos while pretending to hate chaos.
Problem is, at the end of the day, I’m spent. I’ve only got one thought in my head and that’s how I’ve got two shows tomorrow and I did two tonight. I’m happily tipsy after Tiny Tim’s table left with untouched prosecco in abundance and alerted us to it. I suspect an extra hour on the licensing would have been too much money but a shame we couldn’t get it for weekends. We went up really late tonight because of all the bar orders being honoured. We ALWAYS open late to accommodate the bar. It rankles with my professionalism. I’ve never been in a show that expects to open late. Normally that’s one of the stage management pridefails.
That said I am happier to open the show late than to have that stage manager that literally hates the show and keeps going on about their idea of what “immersive” means and why we aren’t living up to that very limited idea. Bullshit pride and sectarianism. I get it. Some idiots would bill their show as “immersive” because audience were invisible watchers in a kitchen and some people had an *actual sink* behind them that was randomly used at one point or whatever. But yeah, we had a stage manager one year only with an extremely narrow frame, a very big NO, and the aegis to tell us all why they didn’t like the show they had agreed to work on all season. Thanks. Hmm.
In 9 years of doing this show though we’ve only had that one negative team member.
This year is too much of a sausage party for sure. But my dad would always say that Jersey is 20 years behind the mainland. The sausage is the way it has fallen. The known people with the known skillsets were available without seeking. There was no need for auditions. Untried people can bring negativity, such as the SM I’m referencing above. They were lovely, and my friend, but it was very important that we all knew how they didn’t like or respect the show we were busting our nuts on.
This evening I was paid to bring my cards and read for Aylar, the violinist. She needed some advice and Alice’s Tarot helped. Sara observed how I transform when I’m speaking through those cards. Aylar commented on exactly that as well.
Transforming energy, reflecting it, and doing it from chaos. Thanks Tom, Al, Caroline, Alice… all the humans at the root of shifting me into these overlapping practices of teaching people to be more Christmassy and helping them sort their blocks out. And you of course, my fellow cats and cat lovers. I’m turning in. Two big days ahead. Nice to think about woowoo but in the end I’ve got a job to do.
AlBarclay 