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Today was the last preformace of "Damm Yankees." I'm going to miss it.
Sure, it seemed that there was one disaster after another somedays. The main charecter couldn't sing, the set nearly crushed some people, the audince could hardly hear the cast half the time, only one girl could act somewhat belivably like a man, and the blood was so bad between the tech crew it was like civil war without guns. And why exactly did the stage manager start makeing out with his girlfriend during the show with the clearcom on?
(Then again, it WAS the Shirtless Wonder...)
But I got to run a lightboard again, and the songs where fun to sing, and the plot was werid enough to keep it intersting. A man sells his soul to the devil to become the best baseball player for the Washington Senators and the guy manages to con the devil into a escape clause so the devil is trying to own the guys soul so he can get the guy to throw the last game so he can torturer all the Senator fans and everyone who hates the Yankees. It's based off a really funny book called The Year the Yankees Lost the Penent, written by a Washington Senator fan.
Oddly enough, the Senators moved to Millwaulke and became the Brewers only five years after the book was published. But this is neither here nor there.
But the ride to and from the cast party was one of the most dangerous trips I've ever taken. Pyan went though THREE stop signs and TWENTY MILES over the speedlimt! Phillip left five minutes before us and we got there a few minutes before him to give you an idea of how fast we were going. And he didn't even have his hands on the wheel!
On the ride home, before he threw the car in gear I told him to wait while I buckled up. I always buckle up anyway since Dad and sister are pretty crazy behind the wheel too, but he's FAR worse. But just before he pulled onto our street (he lives a house away) he buckles up too and slows just in case when we dirve by his mother is looking out the window.
I also wore my Servo tshirt today, and got inspired by Catlin the Spotter when she was writting something onto a piece of masking tape and tacking it to her shirt. So I went a little nuts and starting writting a whole bunch of MST3K quotes and putting them on my shirt. Then I decied it was a little too much so I put all of them on my lightbard (Ryan the tech manager saw it and looked at me funny and sighed) except the "Joike Fan: No Apologies" one. Until I got called down for the crew bow since it was the final day and ripped it off. Then I replaced it with "HIikeba HA!" Though the "I've seen good before, and this wasn't it" would have been just as topical.
Maybe I should just put that quote on my locker instead...
Sure, it seemed that there was one disaster after another somedays. The main charecter couldn't sing, the set nearly crushed some people, the audince could hardly hear the cast half the time, only one girl could act somewhat belivably like a man, and the blood was so bad between the tech crew it was like civil war without guns. And why exactly did the stage manager start makeing out with his girlfriend during the show with the clearcom on?
(Then again, it WAS the Shirtless Wonder...)
But I got to run a lightboard again, and the songs where fun to sing, and the plot was werid enough to keep it intersting. A man sells his soul to the devil to become the best baseball player for the Washington Senators and the guy manages to con the devil into a escape clause so the devil is trying to own the guys soul so he can get the guy to throw the last game so he can torturer all the Senator fans and everyone who hates the Yankees. It's based off a really funny book called The Year the Yankees Lost the Penent, written by a Washington Senator fan.
Oddly enough, the Senators moved to Millwaulke and became the Brewers only five years after the book was published. But this is neither here nor there.
But the ride to and from the cast party was one of the most dangerous trips I've ever taken. Pyan went though THREE stop signs and TWENTY MILES over the speedlimt! Phillip left five minutes before us and we got there a few minutes before him to give you an idea of how fast we were going. And he didn't even have his hands on the wheel!
On the ride home, before he threw the car in gear I told him to wait while I buckled up. I always buckle up anyway since Dad and sister are pretty crazy behind the wheel too, but he's FAR worse. But just before he pulled onto our street (he lives a house away) he buckles up too and slows just in case when we dirve by his mother is looking out the window.
I also wore my Servo tshirt today, and got inspired by Catlin the Spotter when she was writting something onto a piece of masking tape and tacking it to her shirt. So I went a little nuts and starting writting a whole bunch of MST3K quotes and putting them on my shirt. Then I decied it was a little too much so I put all of them on my lightbard (Ryan the tech manager saw it and looked at me funny and sighed) except the "Joike Fan: No Apologies" one. Until I got called down for the crew bow since it was the final day and ripped it off. Then I replaced it with "HIikeba HA!" Though the "I've seen good before, and this wasn't it" would have been just as topical.
Maybe I should just put that quote on my locker instead...
