I went to the opening night of Urban Tales at the Centaur, and of course I seem to be unable to drag my butt out of that place before midnight. But it was fun, my little sister came out with her boyfriend (they're such a sickeningly gorgeous couple that you would hate them if they weren't genuinely cool people) and one of my oldest friends (there isn't an english phrase equivalent to 'de longue date' is there, because she's not old, she's my age, but anyway) who I reconnected with this summer. We used to torment her little brother when we were seven. Poor Hayden. Good times. But I digress. I won't review the play here. I'm still deciding how I feel about it. But basically, it meant that I got less than four hours of sleep again. Right now, I'm hopped up on caffeine and hoping it'll carry me through for an hour or two...or ten.
Today, I'm going straight from the gym to rehersal, and then I have a blessed hour and a half to either nap or to prepare for my first class at John Robert Powers (yeah, because obviously five jobs wasn't enough). So, maybe a power nap. And after that, I'm going to swing by the Playwright's Workshop Christmas party because I've got to represent my theatre company. My boss is in a show at the Segal, the general manager and marketing director are at a Canada Council thingy in Toronto. So who's left except me (and the box office manager, and admin assistant, and of course all of the YouthWorks people...) Whatever. That is my story and I'm sticking to it. BTW represent! So it doesn't look like there'll be a lot of sleep tonight either. But that's okay, because the weekend is coming, right?
Yeah. It will be a full one, but full of fun! There is a little bit of work involved, a gig in Trois Rivieres, and a sound check at flickin' one in the afternoon, which is, I think, absolutely appalling and uncivilized for an evening show. But even though I'll be stranded out in in the sticks all day, in some town behind God's back, I'll be with cool people, getting fed and watered for free. And the gig only lasts an hour and a half. Which is cool. Some of the band members want to perhaps hang out there and stay overnight, but I want to be back the next day to see Tyrone in Enemy of the People in the afternoon. The Segal Theatre also happens to be a ten minute walk from my house. I was hoping to get to see Housekeeping and Homewrecking again that day as well, but there's just no time. So either I'll spend the rest of the day on my
SOFA OF DOOM!
or I may chill with the cast at their closing party. I dunno. When it comes to me vs. the sofa, the sofa has an overwhelming record of knockouts. Is all I'm saying.
You know, I've completely forgotten what I was going to write to y'all about in the first place. I obviously need another coffee. Ah, livin' it up when the boss is away at a conference. When the cat's away, and all that rot. So. Yeah. More coffee.
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