Can I have a day of rest at some point? Please? I wish I had an office to go today because it would get me away from the madness and clutter. Being at the office would be a blessing compared to the craziness of yesterday. I wish I was exaggerating but I am not. We had arrived home from the show at 3ish and went to bed. Well we were back up by 8. Joy. Why? Because it was Pride and everyone wanted to go. Except for the poor kid who had to go to work. She was oh so thrilled about that. We got our act together and walked to the train station. The walk there was okay. Not too much complaining from anyone. Yet.
We kind of hurried but not rushed to make a 10:51 train. When we got to the train station there was first an announcement that the 10:51 was packed to capacity. That just set my mood right there. However, they had a second train right behind because of the full train. Okay... We get on the train, about 11:10 so not too far off and I am surprised at how empty it is. We got a nice four seater cluster, no one standing, etc. Okay, I can handle this. We get up to the city and we walk up to the festivities. For the most part things were fine. We ran into some people I knew which was fun. Saw some nice happy freaks. Then we got caught in a BAD clusterfuck. I mean like I almost started throwing punches bad. It was a little scary to be honest. I saw a couple of tempers flare, but no one actually lash out. We had intended on making a 2:15 train back but thanks to the crush we got to the station at 2:20. We then had to wait for the 3:15. We were ALL getting cranky and pissed off at this point. Like to the point of not speaking. The train home was PACKED. And it was filled with those annoying 15-17 year old abercrombie factory generated dumb bitches. They were all so FUCKING annoying. A pair of them kept playing with the train station door while we were waiting and I lashed out at them. What was happening is they kept trying to open the locked doors and the hundreds of people behind us saw the doors being opened and kept pushing forward. I had just left that and refused to do it again. I didn't want to see anyone smashed against glass. So I yelled at them. They backed down and left the doors alone after that. On the way back we were so cramped and tight things got ugly between all of us. Not horribly, just in a DO NOT TOUCH ME sort of way. Of course we still had to walk home AND get ready to go to fucking rehearsal. Not a happy camper in the bunch.
The walk back home was silent. Like deathly silent. We got home and everyone just kind of stayed in their own space for a little while. After about an hour we headed out for rehearsal. We had all relaxed and we were all feeling a little better. Traffic to my director's house was not bad. It was a little slow as we got into town but otherwise no issues. We made it over in about 40 minutes, 30 less than our normal. FINALLY B got to see that I don't take the train everywhere or walk all damn day. That was one of her complaints on the train home. That she hated it here because you can't drive anywhere. I didn't even bother right then, but later I explained she just came at a really abnormal time.
We got to rehearsal and I introduced everyone. That was fun. B and her friend headed off to the beach to see the ocean. They came back a little while later and B's friend proceeded to get hammered. She didn't mean to but it happened. She didn't eat all day and was pretty toasty by the time rehearsal was over. All in all, everyone had a fun time at rehearsal and frankly after the insanity of the day we needed it. We did have to stop on the way home so someone could throw up on the side of the road. Which of course made her feel so dumb. The rest of us were cracking up. We got home around 10 and let her throw up so more before getting her situated in bed. B and I just sat on the couch and sat on the couch. It was the nicest thing we have done together so far. It was wonderful.
Today hopefully will be quiet. I have work and the kid has school. Tomorrow B's friend goes home in the morning. So things will slowly get back to normal around here, just with one more person. That I can handle.
Monday, July 1, 2013
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