well. yesterday as we were closing up ch and i discovered that he thought i'd be working at the flowershop today, and i thought i'd be costuming. it was a few tense moments, but i called into the costume shop and said i wouldn't be coming in till one, and told ch i could work until noon. then since i was downtown i did some shopping for the last few things i needed. remember thursday when i was so depressed, and i brought my shopping right home, instead of taking it to the costume shop? well, now i had two days of shopping to haul to the sears tower, get xrayed, and store in the back of our tiny flowershop till noon. then i had to haul it down to 14th street. i saw risha! i didn't actually talk to her, her mom and aunt were in town, and they were being parents with tom, asking about her job prospects, etc. it was funny to hear someone else's parents doing that. i was hanging up all of my garments in the dressing room. i got through the painful conversation with patty and tom. ("no, i don't have renderings. i'll do them after i get the research tonight. i know it should be done by now. i know i won't be in till next wednesday. i know i won't be around to ask questions. i'll courier the rendering to you. i'll give you all my phone numbers. i'm sorry. i don't know what else to do.") and then proceeded to bitch for the rest of the afternoon to tom, and when he left, to pam who was sticking around long enough to help me push the costumes to the 11th street building. (4 blocks = 1/2 mile) it was really good bitching, not at all like the stuff i did with g over church. this made me feel much better afterwards. they gave me such good feedback, telling me they were on my side and that they thought i was doing a good job with what i've got, and that it's my stage manager and frances (my advisor, who i live in fear of)'s faults that i'm so far behind. i'm doing the best i can here! but i've wondered why i've been so lost. and aparently they were supposed to tell me stuff! so i feel forgiven by tom, and pam is in solidarity, and sympathetic. so pam and i put all my costumes in garment bags, put them in a big wheeled bin, and drug them to 11th street at 3. the director came right as i was finishing my lunch. i've been doing an ok job! we were REALLY rushed during the end, so i'm not sure if she got a chance to tell me everything that's wrong with my men, but it seemed i'm mostly on the right track. there's only about 8 items she nixed, and i'll have to find again. (of course, each and every one needs to be returned to a different store...) some of my fave things she said no to, and some of the things i was worried about she loved, but every time we talk i have a better feel about the way she feels about the characters, so... after that, rehersal had started, so i drug my costumes back to 14th street. we had just thrown them in the bin, so i hung them up again carefully sorted by character, and made notes about what i still needed, and pulled out the rejected items. then i walked back to roosevelt (12th) and took the bus to fishmans. i arrived there at 5.30- when they closed. so i went accross the street to vogue. they were open til 6, so i decided to screw it all and buy whatever angelic fabric i could find. i got 6 yards of this white polyester knit with gold glitter flameish shapes on it. it sheds glitter everywhere. i can return it and only loose 20%. i'm not convinced i'll be able to convince others, but i'm not sure how much complaining they can do at this point in the game. it was really heavy, but the 12 bus WOULD NOT COME, and it's getting colder and colder (the 50s of this weekend have dropped back to the 20s) and so i walked the whole way back to state. and went to the grocery store. and lugged my groceries all the way to 11th and columbus. but wait! it gets better! i'm exhausted from all this pushing and pulling and lugging all day, and am so happy to be home, and the bus stops at 53rd street... and waits. the driver says he's gonna have to wait for a few minutes because he's ahead of scedule! i got off, and carried my grocerys the extra block. the joy of being home! i put my frozen pizza in the oven, and it was very reminicent of ramón. not that my frumpy oven can hold an electric coil to the sexyness of ramón. (for all those who pay attenton to such things, even here in america i only eat 1/2 a frozen pizza)i bought florida strawberries, and i washed them and picked out the mushy ones and ate them, and cut the tops off the others and put them in my be happy mug, and so now they smile at me every time i open the refrigerator door. i'm still too tired to do renderings, though. they'll have to wait till tomorrow night.
so it may still all be ok, but i'm not promising anything until after v-day. all of our supplies came today. i didn't think there was enough room in the shop for all those boxes. i started unpacking while ch ate lunch, and then as i left, he was doing vase jenga- stacking rows of vases on the upper shelves- then putting cardboard on top of them and putting another row of vases on top of that, right up to the ceiling. it looks very precarious. don't sneeze. it's crazy compared to the huge warehouse of the old shop- we would premake BOXES there! and just stack them up! it's hard to imagine in the sears tower. the plea's still out there- anyone who wants to work saturday or sunday, just let me know! you can't make enough to pay for a plane ticket, but perhaps if you take a greyhound...
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