Venue Prep Day

It is kind of a wonder that I can write this post.  That's because I spent a lot of today dealing with ladders.  I don't like ladders.  They are directly related to heights, which I am afraid of, and they always seem kind of unstable, so I am not just worried that I will fall off them, I am also always worried that other people will fall off them as well.  Which is why the less-stressful bit of ladder-oriented work was holding the ladder for Becca, who knows what she's doing and is not afraid of heights.  Becca doesn't become a trembling wreck because somebody asked her to tie a curtain to the grid.  I do, but I did it anyway, which, I mean, good for me and all, but being a trembling wreck is kind of exhausting.  Especially when somebody asks you to get up on a ladder in the dark to adjust something which isn't necessarily the safest way of accomplishing the particular task it is accomplishing.  But, here I am to tell the tale.  The boring, boring tale.

In other, very much related news, lighting and scenic design progress apace!  Brett tells amusing stories about the reactions of Toys-R-Us clerks who are confronted with a young man buying 216 square feet of alphabet-patterned foam puzzle pieces.  Jimmy finds 1000W lights and does interesting things with them that I probably shouldn't give away.

All the other shows who share our venue were also present today, of course, and so there was a postcard exchange.  And everybody looked at ours and said something along the lines of, "OH, it's the one with the MUPPET with a GUN."  To my perpetual surprise, everyone seems to have heard of us.  Stop putting off buying tickets, readers.  The link is to the right.

(Alternately, you can go to 1 W. 8th St, and buy them for $15.  Grab a postcard while you're at it.)

In other, slightly less officially related news: once you have written one perky song, it can become hard to stop.  I find myself taking all kinds of flimsy excuses to do it.  Right now I do it socially, but the next thing you know I'll be staying in at nights to do it alone.

OH WAIT.

Well, so I guess the existence of this play is proof that it's clearly trouble, this ditty-writing business.  But the latest is actually social in origin; it's for Becca, who doesn't like asking other people for help.  Even if a friend might be useful in the matter of, say, dislodging 216 square feet of foam puzzle pieces from their awkward hiding place in an electrics closet.

Friends are useful!  Friends are fun!

Friends can help you get things done!

You may be very strong and

You may be very smart

But friends are there to help you out

So let them do their part!

It goes on from there.  If you could hear the melody, you'd hate me right now.  Fortunately for both of us, I don't go in for singing to YouTube.