The Pilates ball has been yelling at me for the past two days.
…I haven’t had even ten minutes to give it so much as a second glance in that time.
…In fact, the only reason why I’ve even gone into the living room (where it rooms and boards) since then, is to plug in my phone for juicing. So it’s been quite easy to ignore the bubble gum pink elephant in the room.
Look: It’s been a long two days.
Numbers at work were huge this last weekend…giant, in fact. We were number one sales in the Nation. Us. The shitty little no-man’s-land that is our office (of all things.) Which is weird. It’s like Twilight Zone, weird. It’s like Alien invasion, weird. It’s like 120 new contracts weird.
…So I’ve been doing that. Non stop.
…And yesterday’s rehearsal call was early: so, zero leeway there. And tonight’s moving to 6:30, with no lunch, meant I needed to uber schedule some serious dinner carbs, or I’d either be falling over or falling asleep only slightly after tonight’s curtain.
…During which time, it became painfully evident that WE NEED A FUCKING AUDIENCE.
The poor bastards stuck watching us night after night, have done their duty above and beyond in trying to feed our egos with laughs, but lets face it: nothing is funny the 500th time.
…Except if pain is involved.
…And it isn’t yours.
…But this isn’t that kind of show.
…So that is where we were.
If I wasn’t so poor I would personally pay people off the street to come and fill the house for tomorrow’s Preview. We are in desperate need of reactions…to anything…at any point…for any reason, really.
So if you’re in town: it’s Pay-What-You-Can, which equals “Free” if you want it to.
Curtain is at 8.
I will eternally love you.
…Or at least, owe you a drink.
~D
