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So maybe it isn't Lyme disease after all.
Apparently, Vassar Brothers hasn't finished my lab test yet (the bastards - I called them to get the results faxed to Dr Miller in Clifton Park, and they just said "Oh, have the office fax us, we can just turn around and send it back." If anyone tells you this, it is bullshit. There was 40 minutes of faxing release forms back and forth, and the nurse started to get pissed off cause she'd asked me to bring them in... thanks a lot, Vassar Brothers, now she's gonna spit in my serums or something), so we don't know for sure if I have Lyme disease or just some sort of bubonic spider plague. I can stop taking the antibiotics now, which is great, because they made me feel sicker than the actual disease.
Anyway. As You Like It went astonishingly well - no train wrecks (apart from Night 2, where there were seven late entrances) or children flipping their shit onstage (McKenzie got offstage after her first ever appearance in front of an audience, looked me dead in the eye, and said "NENENEYAMMINAWOOMEE!" and faceplanted onto the floor. I'm going to use that from now on when coming off after a tough scene). We even had a pretty good audience the last two nights. Somehow, Ali Floe decided to cast out Satan and regained the Paradise that is my good favor, or at least not wanting to kill her. That honor passed to Hugo, who kept stealing my things and generally pissing me off, so I got his brother Nick to hunt him down and beat him. Also by the end, I'd managed to collect three seven year old girls (McKenzie, Katie, and Kika) who would latch onto me as soon as I appeared and not let go until forcibly removed. Apparently, this is the demographic of women to whom I am attractive - those 1/3 my age. I'm gonna have a bitchin' time when I turn 90, that's for sure. So that's over, and I miss my fangirls and the interns and living at Lagrange, but am not quite nostalgic about all the yelling I had to do.
The audience on Sunday contained one![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
oldsilenus, who used to oversee Annandale, helped with strike, and then brought me to the city to visit thespis42, Hilly, pigfish, and Chris. We had beer and ribs at a great BBQ place near Alan's, then went back to his apartment to watch Family Guy and smoke up - it was somebody's first time, I'll say that much, and we were surprised and delighted and found Family Guy in Spanish very very funny. What a brilliant group of kids. Jesse is starting a theater company (or is trying to) and I am apparently to go and work with them or face consequences - no arguments here. Huzzah for something of a plan of what to do after college!
Tomorrow, Rob and I (or Knuckles and Harry Potter, as we will be for the next five days) leave for the Antietam shoot. Hopefully the new Daly trowsers will show up before we have to ship out... I shall be very annoyed if they don't, because you KNOW they'll be here about an hour after we leave.... The rest of August should include more medical stuff (yuck), a few possible concerts (Gigantour, Tori Amos), maybe getting some brief employment at SPAC, seeing Gretch off to college (I probably won't make it to Summer of '62, as much as I'd like, getting her moved out is more important anyway), a trip to the city, visits from relatives, and hopefully seeing Liz - in an otherwise bitchin' summer, that the one major thing lacking.
Off to sleep. Fingers crossed that the trowsers show up.
EDIT: Forgot to mention that I am now a real honest to god published photographer - got two pictures with an article in the Taconic Weekend. No big potatoes, yeah, but it was nice to see. Here's one of them:
That's Rachel, Eve, and McKenzie.
Apparently, Vassar Brothers hasn't finished my lab test yet (the bastards - I called them to get the results faxed to Dr Miller in Clifton Park, and they just said "Oh, have the office fax us, we can just turn around and send it back." If anyone tells you this, it is bullshit. There was 40 minutes of faxing release forms back and forth, and the nurse started to get pissed off cause she'd asked me to bring them in... thanks a lot, Vassar Brothers, now she's gonna spit in my serums or something), so we don't know for sure if I have Lyme disease or just some sort of bubonic spider plague. I can stop taking the antibiotics now, which is great, because they made me feel sicker than the actual disease.
Anyway. As You Like It went astonishingly well - no train wrecks (apart from Night 2, where there were seven late entrances) or children flipping their shit onstage (McKenzie got offstage after her first ever appearance in front of an audience, looked me dead in the eye, and said "NENENEYAMMINAWOOMEE!" and faceplanted onto the floor. I'm going to use that from now on when coming off after a tough scene). We even had a pretty good audience the last two nights. Somehow, Ali Floe decided to cast out Satan and regained the Paradise that is my good favor, or at least not wanting to kill her. That honor passed to Hugo, who kept stealing my things and generally pissing me off, so I got his brother Nick to hunt him down and beat him. Also by the end, I'd managed to collect three seven year old girls (McKenzie, Katie, and Kika) who would latch onto me as soon as I appeared and not let go until forcibly removed. Apparently, this is the demographic of women to whom I am attractive - those 1/3 my age. I'm gonna have a bitchin' time when I turn 90, that's for sure. So that's over, and I miss my fangirls and the interns and living at Lagrange, but am not quite nostalgic about all the yelling I had to do.
The audience on Sunday contained one
oldsilenus, who used to oversee Annandale, helped with strike, and then brought me to the city to visit thespis42, Hilly, pigfish, and Chris. We had beer and ribs at a great BBQ place near Alan's, then went back to his apartment to watch Family Guy and smoke up - it was somebody's first time, I'll say that much, and we were surprised and delighted and found Family Guy in Spanish very very funny. What a brilliant group of kids. Jesse is starting a theater company (or is trying to) and I am apparently to go and work with them or face consequences - no arguments here. Huzzah for something of a plan of what to do after college!Tomorrow, Rob and I (or Knuckles and Harry Potter, as we will be for the next five days) leave for the Antietam shoot. Hopefully the new Daly trowsers will show up before we have to ship out... I shall be very annoyed if they don't, because you KNOW they'll be here about an hour after we leave.... The rest of August should include more medical stuff (yuck), a few possible concerts (Gigantour, Tori Amos), maybe getting some brief employment at SPAC, seeing Gretch off to college (I probably won't make it to Summer of '62, as much as I'd like, getting her moved out is more important anyway), a trip to the city, visits from relatives, and hopefully seeing Liz - in an otherwise bitchin' summer, that the one major thing lacking.
Off to sleep. Fingers crossed that the trowsers show up.
EDIT: Forgot to mention that I am now a real honest to god published photographer - got two pictures with an article in the Taconic Weekend. No big potatoes, yeah, but it was nice to see. Here's one of them:
That's Rachel, Eve, and McKenzie.
