Regrouping

I am currently on a 2-hour break from Nest rehearsal. It's 87 degrees out, but it's quite comfortable in the little enclave called my bedroom. I am trying to decide if I just want to take a nap now or have some dinner. I think I will take the nap and have an hour to get up and eat. I just consulted the schedule and we work tonight until 11PM. I am not so happy about that. These are super long rehearsals and we are all exhausted.

Yesterday I was able to sleep until almost 11AM before I got up and ran to a series of meetings. I vented to Della about the CORE project from the day before and spoke with Melanie for just under 2 hours about voice and movement and the future.

After a really great Measure for Measure dance rehearsal, I went to a birthday party for Anna, the gal who played my daughter in Fate & Spinoza. She turned 21 on Wednesday. Her beau threw a theme party for her. We had to dress as if we were going to a theme party, but the theme was up to us. After a great facebook chat with Damon I decided that wearing a nightie and being a Freudian Slip was not a great idea. However, I put on all black and lots of black eyeliner and dark brown lipstick. I couldn't decide if that was goth or some rockstar thing. I figured it really didn't matter.

When I arrived at the party Tony came over to me in his footie pajamas and said, "what happened before your CORE piece? i heard you blew up at Patricia."

We moved to the couch after I grabbed a glass of wine and I told him the tale. I told him the long story, as he split focus and kept checking out the door and all of the guests in their funny costumes. The long and the short of it is that Patricia was not prepared for our presentation and started changing things as we were setting up. I just had it with her. I lugged all of the strawberry shortcake makings from my house including bowls, knives, plates to serve, my hand mixer and all of these clothes that showed my identity. I knew Zac was going to bring nothing but Patricia had all of these ideas and asked Lynne for a tablecloth right before we presented. So in my frustration as we were setting up, I stopped in the middle of the Arena as yelled "I am fucking pissed with you. We obviously are not communicating. This is not communicating."

We then cobbled together our ideas, but Patricia was very quiet. I apologized for my outburst and commented that we cannot do our presentation with so much bad energy in the room -- that we just had to get through this. At that moment Jade peeked her head in and let us know that we were 3 minutes over our 10 minute prep time. I told her to bring the class back in.

(to be continued)