yo. so here's some photos of last night to give you a few pictures (some blurry) of what happened.
here's the biobox aka control room of the theatre. my little office. that's my laptop and then one lighting board. then a really ancient lighting board in the far right corner. this is an old theatre.
and this is this is me fiddling with the sound board. almost every night the fucking speakers cause me grief and make me go through mini crisises (crises?). as usual the left speaker is perfectly silent while its partner blares music. this theatre is so old. luckily the problem sorts itself out somehow at around 7.45pm every night, after i spend at least half an hour running up and down from the biobox to the speakers and back again again repetitively, working up a sweat. 15 minutes before the play starts. pretty creepy.
this is the lovely jill, our stage manager. totally unmean. totally unauthoritative. often seen sweeping the stage and moving props around. she still has problems pronouncing my name the way i want it pronounced. but i still love her.
and this is where the lovely jill sits during the play. the stage manager's corner. with her headphones and microphone and script under a blue lamp. during rehearsals the headphones weren't working up in the biobox so jill kept whispering into the microphone which runs to speakers in the dressing room and the biobox, and said stuff like "alooweeshus, this is your conscience." and francis said "aloysius, shave your sideburns.". the monkeys.
right. here's the set. the only thing that gets moved is that white box in the middle of the stage. it's actually grey. really light grey. the light makes the grey even lighter. but it's a moot point. when our director/lecturer/whatever steve asked me if it looked grey, i was like shrug whatever it catches colour better if it's white. then he said oh you don't care whether it's grey or not do you. to which i gave the french upside-down smile and shrug. i think he was just sore cos he spent the afternoon painting it grey.
zoom forward into the future 3 hours or so later after the play. chillin' in jill's house sipping/gulping champagne. that's beth, courtney and cheryl from left to right. this is before everyone got high and started losing it.
this is adam. he's really stoked about finally getting to booze up and party after the play. he's wearing jill's bridal veil. she says she has one handy cos she gets married so often. and this is when everyone isn't even high yet.
right. that's me in my beanie. courtney, cheryl, adam with the champagne cork wire thing on his schnozz, marianne's head, and someone's leg. adam later sat next to me and hijacked my beanie and tried to make me wear the veil. but that didn't happen. i'm not that gay. then later on beth who was a little gone already snatched my beanie off my head and passed me hers yelling "swop! swop!". they all love my beanie. adam says i look like the dalai lama. i called him a racist.
there's sabah out of view taking a sip, jill obscured by glass and blurriness, and sweetie beth smiling for the camera. yes yes her name is sabah and no i didn't ask her if she knows it's a place in malaysia.
that's marianne really enjoying her champagne, chelsea, and a spectre of adam lunging in.
people looking gone. and this was just a little into the night. marianne looks hella gone by now. adam looks surprisingly sober. for someone who in a while starts drop kicking a toy footie ball around the place and screaming like a madman.
and the next mad moment, suddenly everyone gets really gay while marianne is distracted. this is only the first of the few bear hugs i got from adam last night. i look like i'm really enjoying it. ok anyway this is the last photo. all the photos are from mindy's camera and after a while she started just taking videos of everything. so that's that.
until thursday.
