I guess that the bribery on the girls worked, because I got the call for the transfer day. It's this Friday, November 10th. Time to be determined. I'll know more about what time it'll be tomorrow when the nurse calls. I got my antibiotic, Medrol and progesterone pills all lined up on the counter-I'll start popping pills tomorrow morning.
Damn, now I've gotta get them those new shoes I saw in Nordstrom's. Who the hell knows what revenge they'll plot if they're not in my closet. At least I didn't give in on the BMW-there'd be hell to pay if I came home with an X3, that's for sure.
Of course, I've got a performance that night, but since I'm only in two scenes (and that's including the one where I'm making out onstage with the guy playing Thomas Jefferson) it won't be a big deal. I can just crash backstage for the rest of the show in my dressing room with the cracktop-no biggie.
We got through opening weekend-the orchestra (or, should I say MD) still blew big monkey chunks on Friday and Saturday night. I spoke to the producer and SM about it more in detail (as well as others in the cast), and Sunday's matinee was the first time it felt good, so hopefully next weekend's performances will be good. Of course, a reviewer had to come on Friday's performance, but whatever-there's not much else I can do about that, except sing the hell out of it (which I did!).
So, that's the story, for now. I'll be back tomorrow to update on a time.
Let's get the show on the road, dammit!