…about the “Monday” after a show: getting out of bed.
I thought that since I had yesterday off (I can now say I have the “Js and the As,” thanks to my daughters-in-law choosing alliterative names ), I’d feel all rested and ready to jump headfirst into Christmas.
I was wrong.
What I’d really like to do this morning is wrap up in an electric blanket on the couch and read all day. But hey, like Mick Jagger once said…
For those of you who have done theater, you know the job’s not done once the curtain falls and the set is struck. Now there’s the erasing of orchestra books, counting up of scripts, and boxing of all rental materials to get back to Stoney so she can return them to the pirates at MTI in New York, who will most certainly find something wrong enough for them to keep at least part of our deposit on their already-too-expensive show. Ah well. Even scoundrels have to eat, I suppose.
But enough complaining, ja? What a great weekend. Now I hear sleigh bells in my future. Get bizzy!
Hugs to all my RtB fiends for their support and comment love through the Fiddler run. Onward…