Yesterday’s post was kind of snarkish, wasn’t it? I do apologize for that. Actually, I’m sorry there ever was a yesterday. That’s how bad it was.

Remember when I told you that last Saturday’s tech rehearsal was really pretty smooth, and that there were no major gaffes? And remember when I said that we thought that was a very, very bad thing?

We were right. It all fell apart last night, and nuclear fission was achieved (by me this time). But that’s part of it, ja? Can’t hit ’em all out of the park. They will be ready by Friday night. Regardless, I think they’ll give it everything they have, and we respect them for it.

Tonight is going to be, well, fun. We have three newspaper photographers coming, as well as many parent photographers. Oh, and the pit will be there for the first time as well. Just a big fat ol’ party. Why don’t you stop in as well? But please bring cookies.

Vamos…

Production week begins tomorrow.

Yesterday’s tech rehearsal was strange. Really strange. Stoney and I chatted as we put things away afterwards, and we realized that there were no nuclear explosions (can’t really remember a tech day that didn’t have one from one or both of us), no disasters we couldn’t handle, and no really horrifying gaffes in performance. Wow, how cool is that? Then we realized…

This is all very, very bad.

But, silly superstitions aside, the countdown is on, sports fans. After some fun with the Thriller today on my last official “day off,” and hopefully a short visit with grandson #3, I won’t see the surface until Saturday night around 10:30.

Of course, I’ll still check in with you, dear fiends. One does have one’s priorities. So enjoy what’s left of this lovely weekend — we’re all at it again tomorrow, ja? Oh, and a note to Apple: updating to 6.x on the iPad destroys *everything* on the device? Seriously?

FO

…three banana, four.

If you’re old enough to remember those lyrics (and the TV show they’re from), well…you’re old. HA

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Actually, I was counting the days on my fingers till opening night. Today, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday. That’s how many rehearsals remain. You’d think that after going through this routine in some capacity for what — 35+ years now? — I’d have it down to a science. But it’s still unnerving, I must say.

For those who know the theater drill, the tech rehearsal (where actors rehearse with lights, mics and scene/costume changes for the first time) can be excellent, disastrous, or some mix of both. I’d be happy with C, because it definitely will not be A. Best part about the rehearsal? The food! Our Music Parents Organization is so good to us…we don’t deserve them.

But first, I must make some of those drop-dead espresso brownies. Then it’s on to Perkins for a birthday brunch for the lovely Simone, who turns 30-something tomorrow. After that, I hit the road and the theater for the rest of the day.

Five banana, six banana, seven banana eight. Better get movin’ or I’m gonna be…

Thank the good Lord. Finkday at last.

Has this week dragged along for you? Sure has for me. Maybe it’s because of the weird schedule we’ve been on (2-hour delay, because of statewide testing for sophomores), and the rather late nights at rehearsal.

We had an extended hour of rehearsal last night to fix some problems with Joseph’s eleven brothers, and I must say it was beneficial. Lots of things went right.

Please cross everything crossable, and say a prayer that all 27 cast members and six crew remain healthy for the remainder of the run. It’s always a worry as opening night approaches, and students (and, admittedly, directors) are wrung out by late nights and school work.

Tomorrow is the tech rehearsal, where all trains go to derail. I’m going to try and squeeze in some grandson time (everything crossed here as well), and buckle the chin strap for the bumpy ride to follow.

You enjoy your weekend, fiends — thassanorder!

FO