🎶…ah, ah, ah, ah…🎶
Sorrynotsorry for getting that in your head. Remember when that was the ringtone of one Moriarty, in the BBC Sherlock? Good times…
I’m writing about other TV shows, for one of my day job gigs, and that has been quite a challenge this week. Not a style of writing or research that I’m accustomed to. I’m learning so so much though, with each article and each revision, so I am indeed honing skills and so forth. It’s been keeping me mostly out of trouble, off the Olympia streets…
I’m doing this end-of-the-week post technically a day early, but then I started doing them on Fridays and not Saturdays a couple weeks ago so ehhhh who’s counting. You? Are you counting? Course you’re not.
This weekend marks the penultimate weekend of 12th Night, and I’m excited, astonished, and ready to go. To perform, that is. I’m not yet feeling wistful—I have a feeling that’ll kick in once I’m all packed up and my friend is driving me to Seattle. It may hit at the final cast party. We’ll see. Take bets amongst yourselves, lovely lurkers, whether or not I’ll totally start crying at said party. There should be more than a few cast member friends and family in the audience tomorrow, too, which’ll be great. Always makes for a raucous performance. Though I guess it was last… I forget of it was last Saturday or Sunday that they said it was our biggest crowd yet—almost a hundred people, scattered across that lumpy hillside. Cheering. Booing. Laughing. “Awww”ing. Clapping.
I’m in a brief pause between DU quarters—the new one will begin after I’ve returned home, but I’ve made sure those shells are all ready to go. I’m terrible about getting my intro videos done on time, but hopefully that won’t be a problem this time. Yeah, I know, I’m holding my breath too.
I’ve got a brushup rehearsal to get to, and then it’s the show all weekend! I hope to experience the farmers market sometime soon; I’ll let you know how it is once I do. Other than that?
“I am gone, sir / and anon, sir / I’ll be with you again…”🎶