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Jun. 29th, 2008 01:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sabremeisterMy somewhat less-than-triumphant return to the stage is over. The last night of the play went as well as could be expected. Only a few pieces of devilment - I put a toy parrot in the pocket of a coat that was in the cupboard, the phone effect was played very loud, Neil goosed Phil during the climactic action sequence - and the handle came off the cupboard door. In the script, it was supposed to come off, but we had decided not to do that, because we had no reliable way of getting it back on again, we'd say it was merely stuck, instead. Except, tonight, Beryl did actually pull the handle off. Right off. Ripped the screws out of the wood. I had to wedge my fingers into the gap at the side and try and pry it open so that Chris could fall out. That was a laugh. Photos and programme up on my website tomorrow (that is, later today, as it's 1.25 in the morning) sometime.
She was there. She was up for the weekend, and had come in to see the play. I talked to her - about how she was finding London, her new job with the RHS, past theatre stories, that sort of thing. I didn't talk to her about anything else, anything important. DAMN IT! I only want to try and clear the air, as it were, make things a little less awkward when we're face-to-face (at the very least, at any rate). I couldn't even manage that. It'll be months before she's up again. I have her phone number, but I don't want to phone her - I'm not too coherent on the phone at the best of times. I don't know if she has an EMail, and anyway, she's living out of a suitcase ATM and unlikely to have easy access.
Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it! *HEADDESK!*
She was there. She was up for the weekend, and had come in to see the play. I talked to her - about how she was finding London, her new job with the RHS, past theatre stories, that sort of thing. I didn't talk to her about anything else, anything important. DAMN IT! I only want to try and clear the air, as it were, make things a little less awkward when we're face-to-face (at the very least, at any rate). I couldn't even manage that. It'll be months before she's up again. I have her phone number, but I don't want to phone her - I'm not too coherent on the phone at the best of times. I don't know if she has an EMail, and anyway, she's living out of a suitcase ATM and unlikely to have easy access.
Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it. Damn it! *HEADDESK!*
