Opening

Venne, Vidi, Vinci.


It's almost impossible for me to write it that way as I joked for so many years...


Vidi, Vinci, Venne.


I joke in latin.


Geeksville.


Well...it Venne without a hitch...from what I could Vidi.


And as promised, I did not attend the opes party.  Even though the stage manager (me likey) found a ticket for my guest at 5:30, my guest had made other plans (days ago).


Artistic Director Man supposedly missed me and was befuddled.


Awesome.


We are known by our company of friends, and I don't want to be associated with him.  Churlish, childish and petulant am I.  And I know it.


But it is my life, my career and definitely my free time post-show.  




Vinci.








(And to be honest, cause that what this blog is for...my left eyeball feels like jumping ship every time I walk into the theater complex.  I don't know if it's the sahara heat or the ancient system is polluted, but it takes eyedrops every time I hit the dressing room to get through the show.  No extra-curricular for me.)