Opening Night! A fabulous success. I was bouncing and giggling in the audience like a daft three year old. Seeing items you've spent dozens of hours working on in the space of a week onstage is just a thrill ride.
Going into Hell Week, the final week before a show opens, for the show I've been prop designing, Zombie Prom. Here we see some amazingly talented kids heading into the play's climax. With song. Aw yeah.
And now, time for a mini-vacation! I'm going back to my Massachusetts second home where I spent all last fall to hang out with my old friends and see a bunch of Shakespeare. As evidenced by the above tickets. Here's the spread: My favorite show, my least favorite show, and the only that always surprises me. Can't wait.
Grilled chicken club, bebe. This sandwich actually represents a struggle between the back of house and the management at my restaurant - this is the house's chosen special of the day, and it sold enormously. The other special - peanut butter and cheese on a baguette, designed by management - did not sell so well. The ensuing tension was rather amusing.
The lovely friends, new and old, that I hung out with this past Fourth of July. Instead of seeing fireworks in the damp, awful humidity that was our holiday evening, we stayed in side and watched the Ducktales movie. AMURICA.
Oh god, I'm in a show AGAIN. This one is called Crazy/Busy, and it's been the most fun I've had on a stage in a while. 33 plays, 55 minutes, and I act and wrote a piece for it. We do it in conjunction with this other fabulous piece that's actually going to Edinburgh for the Fringe Festival. Which, for those of you who don't know, is a big deal and pretty awesome.
My da! Looking unusually earnest. Also seen: the chocolate raspberry mousse cheesecake thingamadessert I made him for Father's Day. My father is the backbone of my life in a lot of ways - he at once encourages me to fend for myself and always has my back, and I know he'd do anything for me, because he pretty much already has done it all.
Last night, I was working a catered event until very late, essentially acting as house manager/bouncer. At the end of the night, one of the caterers was sweet enough to put together this little meal for me. Happy of the day: random acts of kindness. Practice them.