came home from work to a message on the table to call rhiannon so, naturally, i did. had a chance to talk to her and daniel (turns out all three of the other dc crew are at first session). the o'neill sounds like it's going to be a lot of fun. i'm already incredibly impressed by the people who are there.

so my plan is to get to waterford early saturday afternoon, which means i'll get to spend at least a few hours with rhiannon. daniel doesn't leave until sunday, so i'll get to see him regardless, but there are plans to party like rock stars saturday night. and then two weeks of theater...it's going to be a blast.

attempting to describe a band to someone is a thoroughly daunting task, might i add. daniel asked what kind of sound averi had and, by the time i was finished trying to describe it (rather poorly, i think), he thought i was describing a "hippie jam band." averi? hmm...not so much. but it's not like i can say, "well, they sound like...averi," or just say, "they're good." i'm sending rhiannon a copy of my averi cd, so daniel can hear them then and realize just how un-hippie-jam-band-esque they are.

it was so good to hear both of their voices tonight...i've missed the dc gang.

i heard from dan.

second session.

dan realized that there's no way he could have all of the DC people in one session.

so, if dan gets his way, rhiannon and mark in session one.

and daniel and myself in session two.

and with session two, i will be able to go to boston to see averi at the paradise.

i am very happy about this.

revel.

except for the fact that i'm going to miss rhiannon...but i'm going to look at the session dates and see if there's a way we can meet up...maybe if i get down there a day early or something...we've got to have a meeting of the minds. :)

alright. after a random day, i'm left pondering the stupidity of mankind (at least mankind in the smc theatre sphere).
so rick walks into work this afternoon and asks me if i would have any idea of where the small audio console would be kept. phil named it mini-stonehenge last summer, so it took me a second. "mini-stonehenge is missing???" i asked. rick stared at me, then realized what i was referring to. "whatever you call it. do you know where it would be?"
obviously i know where it should be--the booth has been my home for approximately a year now. i ask if the door to the booth has been kept locked. rick gives me a "oh, should it" kind of look and i run over to mccarthy.
ok, here's common sense. if you have a room full of fun gadgets that are really pricey and some of which can fit in a person's pocket or bag, you keep that room locked if people aren't around. that was one of louns' two absolute rules. booth stays locked, and no food or drink past the stairs. now, booth does not stay locked, and expensive equipment winds up missing.
i felt like a mother scolding a child as i explained to chuck that if there isn't a body in the booth, the door stays locked. at all times, no ifs, ands, or buts. just think about the wireless mics, why don't you...they fit into pockets...i feel as if i'm the keeper of louns' intentions here.
so then, as if that wasn't hilarious enough, chuck had already called me and left a voicemail. asking if i was around this summer. saying that cathy had remembered that i dressed the actors with mics for working, so perhaps they could "tap into" my "expertise" for little shop. basically meaning i'd show them how to dress the mics. that's funny, they should already know this, considering the show opens on tuesday...part of me would love to just sit back and watch things go to hell, because i don't like how things were handled. but i don't want to let down the people i like there, especially rick, who's genuinely excited about his opportunity. so i'm going to show him tomorrow.
but i can't believe they lost the equipment. stupid, stupid!
janet and dave came up today, and we went to dinner, which was nice. then jen kelly and liz hung out in my room, and we broke out into random improv games. i've missed improv. it made me happy. the humorous portion was playing "scripts" (a game in which you each have a book and all the dialogue comes from lines in the book), and the texts we used were the great gatsby, light my fire, and american psycho. it made for amusing times. ;-)