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tenlittlebullets) wrote2005-03-10 02:14 pm
tenlittlebullets) wrote2005-03-10 02:14 pm
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Opening night tonight. Have possibly one of the smallest parts in the show, but any excuse to spoil my voice like a little child is fine with me. Therefore am compulsively popping disgusting honey-lemon cough drops and the like, overhydrating, and skipped class to get a full 8 hours of sleep for once. That actually turned into a full 10 hours of sleep, but whatever.
Going to KILL the costume department. Really girly clothes for hours on end is not fun, especially when they 'forget' to buy the most embarrassing items and make you go buy them yourself.
Dress rehearsal was a disaster beyond all imagination, not in that no one knew what they were doing, but that everyone knew what they were doing but really fucked-up shit kept happening anyway. Like everyone being constantly one beat off on "Have I Got a Girl for You," or Chloe forgetting half of "Ladies who Lunch" for no discernible reason. Superstition indicates a kickass opening night.
Cast party Sunday night. Apparently there will be vodka in large quantities. Debating whether or not I should get totally trashed.
Going to KILL the costume department. Really girly clothes for hours on end is not fun, especially when they 'forget' to buy the most embarrassing items and make you go buy them yourself.
Dress rehearsal was a disaster beyond all imagination, not in that no one knew what they were doing, but that everyone knew what they were doing but really fucked-up shit kept happening anyway. Like everyone being constantly one beat off on "Have I Got a Girl for You," or Chloe forgetting half of "Ladies who Lunch" for no discernible reason. Superstition indicates a kickass opening night.
Cast party Sunday night. Apparently there will be vodka in large quantities. Debating whether or not I should get totally trashed.