TECH

Today we had our tech rehearsal, a.k.a. our one chance to rehearse in our performance space before we have to, you know, perform in it.  Because the hour of truth is drawing near, best beloveds; I hope you are resolving at this moment to buy your tickets tonight!  ("Best beloveds" is a writing tic I picked up from reading Rudyard Kipling stories as a child.  Unfortunate connection to British imperialism or part of the whole weird nostalgia theme we have going on around here?  You decide!)

But tech rehearsal went well (our alphabet-and-number tiles are a sight to see, and the costumes Beth provided are fantastic -- Matt looks paternal, Mary looks adorable, the addition of the little woven bracelet to Nate's costume made me howl with laughter at its sheer accuracy) although we were delayed in starting by a police investigation.  Somebody had gone into one of the dressing rooms and made off with some valuables, so the police were in all morning, and questioned the staff, and delayed our tech by half an hour -- which is actually a ridiculously short amount of time, all things considered.

Devin was absent, which was unfortunate for several reasons.  First, obviously, Devin will never have seen the space until 15 min before he performs in it.  Second, I had to stand in for him.  I don't know the dances, don't know the lines, and generally don't know what I'm doing.  Also, I can't sing.  It did give me a chance to hang out backstage with Mary, though, which was nice.  I told her my idea of doing a video promo for the play by having Nate record an in-character video blog.  I think it would give a distorted idea of what the play is about, but it might also be very funny.  Making fun of Quentin combines the ease of shooting fish in a barrel with the fun of a barrel of monkeys.  Shall I shoot the monkeys in the barrel?  Is that a legitimate joke?  Does Nate read this blog?  All questions that may be answered in the future, but will not be tonight.