One more night this week of late hours---then there's Friday. Sweet, sweet, Friday. We've had "hell week" this week with the G&S show--Sunday we moved the sets into the theater (9 a.m. until 6 p.m.), Monday night was tech rehearsal ("Does this work? What about this? How are the lights? Stand around, move, do this, do that.. from 6 p.m. until 11). Last night rehearsal, 6 p.m. til 11:15 p.m. Tonight full dress rehearsal, 6 p.m. til 11 p.m. It feels like a really long week.

The show is so good-- I hope my friends that are coming to see it like it as much as I do. Now granted, I've seen it a LOT in the last few weeks, so it's very familiar to me. Gilbert & Sullivan can be somewhat hard to follow sometimes unless you know the story, mostly because there's so much going on and the music is so fast it's hard to catch all the words. Bfg has his own song and looks so good in his costume-- he's a gondolier. He sounds great, but I told him tonight he looks so serious on stage all the time. He said it's because he's trying to focus on the singing and the dancing and getting everything right. I told him to lighten up and look like he's having fun. We'll see.

Personally, I am not having fun being the stage manager this year. Two years ago I just worked backstage, and a cast member's husband was the stage manager. He's really nice guy, I liked working with him. Last year he wasn't interested, so they asked me to step up. This year he's back working with us, but they still asked me to be stage manager. He's the assistant. But so far, he's been doing the curtain, the communication with the light booth on the headset, the 5 minute and "places" calls, mopping the floor before the show, and everything I should be doing (and like doing). I really need to talk to him about it, only because it's bugging me. The things I enjoyed most about being the stage manager were all the things he's just taken over. He's left me the job of solving everyone's problems and taking the blame for everything that doesn't get done correctly. Now that's some fun. I know it would bother him that I'm bothered, so I just need to talk to him and see if maybe we could divide things up by nights or job. I guess a lot of what bugs me is that he just does it all, without asking if I mind if he does this or that.

It is definitely way past my bedtime-- getting to bed at midnight every night this week and getting up at 6 am has not been good. I'm so overtired that I'm even more hypersensitive to things than usual (yes, I know that's hard to believe but shutup).

But there's good stuff coming in a day or two-- there was a dog and pony show at our retirement party this afternoon that I simply cannot let pass by without comment. My oh my. Some people, honestly.