Take a load off

By the time I went to bed last night I had, over the course of the day, worked out, eaten lunch, watched 3 1/2 episodes of season 5 of Sex and the City, eaten dinner, watched 2 1/2 more episodes of Sex and the City, talked to JJ on the phone and at some point I painted my toenails. Very productive day, Angela. Way to go. If you will take note, I spent most of my time 1) eating 2) watching Sex and the City. Today there will be no such luxury. Today I must discipline myself and grade the 7 or so remaining papers from my class and work on my take home midterm. Wonderful. But at least that means that I’ll probably get to take Saturday off, Sunday I have church and YA lunchout, then I’ll have a couple of hours in there to work if I don’t finish today and then Steelers-Cowboys at 4:15.

I had a weird dream last night. Maybe I felt guilty for not having gone to rehearsal (even though I wasn’t required to be there anyway) but either way it was a wack-o dream. All my dreams about tech are wack-o.

So I show up on a Sunday morning to run the lights for a service and I find that somehow the ENTIRE balcony, which is our tech/production booth, has been transplanted from the back of the sanctuary to the front. The whole thing. It’s now like one big choir loft. It gets better. Someone had moved the lights so that they still lit the stage but me being on top of the stage/over the stage I couldn’t see the lights themselves. This left me to run the lights completely clueless as to which slider did what. For some reason no one on the tech team noticed the service started and so at the end of the first song there’s no one up in the tech booth at all. There’s a drama … and for some reason NONE of the props are ready. I see Ed, Elle, and for some odd reason, JJ and Adam Livermon literally cramming stuff in to plastic bags and running with them, full speed, up to the actors on the stage. This is only odd if you realize that JJ was also running sound. I realize this and take off at a sprint for the tech booth. At some point JJ’s voice yells out, “Unmute the basement.” I had no idea what he was talking about but lo and behold, I get up there and there’s a button labeled “basement.” OK, whatever he wants I guess. JJ finally gets up there to run sound and I am trying to run lights and I get really frustrated so I quit. Right there. In the middle of the service. I tear the headset off, throw it on the table, and tell JJ that I’m leaving. He argues with me in an angry whisper and I finally get exasperated enough with him that I shove him out of the way (this was a feat considering he’s a lot bigger than me) and storm down the stairs. I’m charging through I guess a lobby. We don’t actually have a lobby in the back of the church but we did in my wack-o dream. And as I’m tearing through this lobby someone goes, “You know you should get that checked out. It’s going to kill you if you don’t.” I whirl around and some woman points out that my cheeks are extremely red and apparently that will kill me. Yeah. Right. I keep going. Finally I get outside and now we also have not only a lobby in the back of the church, but we have a picnic ground. I already said this dream was wack-o. So I sit at a picnic table. After this the details get blurry … I don’t remember much more. But I thought I’d share my wack-o dream.