Awful day yesterday. Not because of anything I or B did but because of other people. It was too much in one weekend and it hit us both all at once. We both just got very tired and annoyed at being around people. The day itself wasn't bad but the night just stunk. I got up around 10:30 yesterday, B around 11. We had a nice breakfast together, relaxed, had the sex, and enjoyed our morning. If it had ended there, things would have been fine. But no, we had a fucking rehearsal. It was cold, misty, and nasty at our director's house which is part of why things were so lousy.
We headed over to their house around 3. We stopped first at the store to get some salads to bring for food. We got there about 4 and helped build props. Things were going fine. About 7 we took a break to eat. During all this my director kept pushing for us to stay after to play a drinking game. I kept politely telling her that B doesn't drink. That while technically is a bit of an exaggeration is not too far off. She doesn't like the taste of alcohol and hasn't found that combination of cocktail which works for her. Plain and simple. We are all people who can pound vodka and other booze without blinking, but that's not B. She doesn't just drink to drink like most of us in our circle do. This is not a bad thing, nor am I chastising her for it. But my director wouldn't let it go. She wasn't listening. Then she started assigning cues to people without talking to them firs.t Next thing you know we are being handed very difficult to read cue sheets and expected to be ready to go.
We got through the rehearsal with a minimum of issues. The show itself is starting to come together, but it was painful. There was yelling, there were tempers flaring up, etc. Some people DID NOT need to be there and were frankly in the way. Others who should have been there have yet to come to even a single rehearsal which is annoying as fuck for the rest of us. For those of us actually trying to get through this it makes things challenging for the same three or four people to consistently not show up. By the time rehearsal was over at 10, we were just exhausted, wet, and wanted to go home. But then she started in again with us staying to drink. I think I offended slightly by saying I had a headache and wanted to go. It was true but it still didn't make her happy. Fine. Whatever. It's a sunday night and I had been gong for three days straight. We got home and collapsed.
Before we went to bed though, B and the kid had a moment. After her work yesterday the kid stopped and bought B a present. She bought her a little stuffed Ariel and left it on the desk with a note thanking B for letting her use her car. That made her cry. It was just too much at the end of a long day and it broke her down. In a good way. That was a nice way to end the night.
I slept pretty well last night. Had a weird fucking dream. We woke up and there were people in our house. It seems we had gone to a party but neither of us could remember it. Apparently it was the party of the century and we kept it going at our place. There were chips and pizza in the kitchen and like a dozen people crashed out. Every one kept telling us how much fun they had, how awesome we were but neither one of us could remember anything. There were no drunk texts, phone calls, etc on our phones, neither of us had a hangover, but we were both black. Weird.
Today is some work stuff, pick up insurance cards, and clean house. Let the week begin.
No comments:
Post a Comment