The Great Theatre Flood of '08

So Sadimac's show opens tomorrow night, and last night they had the prerequisite last minute disaster.

One of the final set pieces was being screwed into a wall, and instead of wall, the screw hit a pipe. The kind that water flows through.

What started as an aggressive drip soon became what Sadimac describes as "Unreal, like something out of a movie," with water roaring out (a cartoonish BOOSH! sound effect was used for emphasis) at wildly varying temperatures. A reported 30 or more buckets or water were bailed as the crew kept turns trying to control the water coming out of the pipe, and keeping it away from the set.

Eventually a plumber came in and stopped the water, and victory over The Great Theatre Flood of '08 was achieved. My sweetie was soaking wet, and needed a drink. I'm immensely proud of her, and the show has been disaster proofed.

Let the show go on!

The show must go on, and man am I lonely

So Sadimac is stage managing a show that opens this Friday. It's called Star of Hope, and it seems to incorperate bulima, chidbirth, cheese head hats, guns, and a buch of stuff from our house. It's running for about a month at the Back Door Theatre behind the Common Grounds Coffee Shop on Hawthorne (I'll post show times later).



Now that I've shamelessly plugged the show, I have to say, I miss my girlfriend. She's working at the theatre most every night, and when she is home, she spends most of her time working on the show. Conversation about anything but the show has become sparse, and while she's still her same sweet self, the preoccupation has left me feeling a bit lonely.

I know that when the show opens, we'll have more time. I just need to wait it out, that's all.