Bonus night off from rehearsal as one of m’home Theatre’s got a mayoral proclamation for it’s own day (Sept. 13th), tonight. This lost us our director for the night, as he’s the Artistic Director of said theatre, so: am home celebrating artistic awesomeness by partaking in some artistic awesomeness.
Tonight is old favorites night.
Currently “West Wing” is in the BluRay player, uncorked champagne (brut) on the coffee table (minus a little in my glass.) This has been limited to this final DVD. A bit of work on a blanket I forgot I was working on back in the “Anne Frank” knitting days…
…After that: a hot bath. Bath salts (out of bubbles), then to bed and finish another one of those zillion books by my bed.
Wednesday to follow, at the office, is infinitely better than a Monday or even Tuesday (also known as a late month-end.)
Our numbers are reached. Our weekend orders are booked. Our contracts are printed and done. Wednesdays. They are this whole other thing.
…A crazy week at the office anyway, as the facelift FINALLY fucking begins.
Paint and carpets show tomorrow (in raw form.) My desk system (the first new thing I’ve EVER owned, besides a ballpoint pen, at this place of work in SEVEN YEARS) is still in it’s Staples box, in the lobby, waiting to be put together. We are without the new computers, using the old crap, but what can you do with these people? The fact that we got this far is a nigh miracle.
T-minus 2.5 weeks before the Big Brass Corporate office audit AND my show’s Opening Night.
So, no stress or anything.
…Least, not right now. Right now, I’m partaking of a lovely Port Townsend boutique wine shop purchased Spanish cava bubbly.
Suck it, stress.
I burped you out with dinner.
Meanwhile…how awesome is bubbly? Am I right? It’s been far too long since I had this kinda fun. Weird how a little air and squished grapes could end up so happy, but damn if it don’t. You should have you some. Just cuz. I promise, you won’t regret it. Unless you have the sweet stuff. Then there is plenty to regret. Buy Brute! Always!
I am just here to help you, guys!
And know what ELSE is awesome? Tomorrow opens our city detour street after like a year or something of traffic being re-routed to down town and adding fifteen to twenty minutes to the daily commute.
DONE AT LAST!
…Plus, I’ll be riding a three day work week, as the paint begins on Friday. We will all be remote-officeing via tablets and phones for the day, as they gut the offices and (God I only hope) paint the right things the right colors, and don’t put the carpeting in until afterwards.
(Again: always a gamble when betting on “competency,” and the person who calls the shots at this place.)
…But that’s DAYS from now. Now, I have bath salts to pick from. And whether I want some Sci-Fi, Austen, Murder or History to take a bath with.
(I think we all know, it’ll be Austen. I mean, lets be real.)
Joy, oh joy, for well spent nights off!
…And so ready to hit the stage tomorrow and tear that shit up. With three days off my handcuff bruises have practically healed…time to re-brand and re-mark, babes.
~D