Oh October, you are living up to my prophecy. And I suspect I will have a full blown ulcer by the time I am 26*. And perhaps my lungs will collapse under the sheer force of my sighing.
Of course, you are somewhat (ONLY SOMEWHAT) redeemed by the latest rehearsal for my Show (Eclecticity: the Revue**) as it turns out that the best part of being a teeny little cog in a huge machine of a show means that when the rehearsals get to run-through stage (we open in one week. ONE WEEK!) you still haven't managed to see half the acts. I spent half the rehearsal giggling madly. The other half was spent trying to shove lines into my head but the giggling half was very enjoyable.
So! Come one, come all:
Please please please don't judge the show by the poster. The masses like the clip art joker and funky 1998 font.
This was my (DENIED) version:
* That would be TOMORROW. Eep.
** Electicity. As in Electic. And Icity. I don't even pretend to get it beyond the whole "eclectic" thing.
It's nice to know that even important documents can have glaring mistakes on them, preserved for posterity. And that the Respresentative for the Dominion of Canada was a bit dim. (Poor New Zealand, bumped off the bottom)
Sunday Craig and I went in to the opening of the Yayoi Kusama exhibition. I lovelovelove the dots on the gallery but I cannot comment on anything else as the queue was intimidating so we went for curry and wandering the shops instead.
Tuesday At this stage on Tuesday I was mainly made up of jangling nerves thanks to a last minute work* trip for the next day.
Wednesday Time to kill at Christchurch airport.
Thursday Ahh, the post-travel detritus. I always find bits to tear out of the in-flight magazines, even though they say we can take them with us. Add to that the napkins and notes and boarding pass stubs? detritus.
Friday Old signs from my old station spotted in the train yard. I wonder if they would let me have one for my back yard.
Saturday I may be useless during the construction of a stage but I did the best I could. That being to bring Craig and his tools. They trusted me with cardboard and paint. Working-bee Fingernails.
Wearing Fontana vintage sunglasses from American Apparel. Purchased with a discount code provided by the lovely Jo of Eye Heart Glasses.