So I came in to rehearsal today, expecting to be costumed. No, not a male diva thing. There were supposed to be costumes for this rehearsal. It was, after all, a DRESS REHEARSAL. But no. No costumes. The costumer, who's been on board with this affair since day one, has YET TO PRODUCE A SINGLE FUCKING COSTUME. We were scheduled to go up on Thursday. That has been cancelled due in part to the lack of costuming and also in part due to the fact that the play has been thoroughly underrehearsed. Now we're going minimalist and only playing one show.
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UPDATE 1:34 AM, 5/11
There were costumes today, in a sense. There were a bunch of sheets with ropes. Some had frills. They were in a box, unlabelled as to which costume went to which character. We still aren't sure what the hell the deal is, and the costumer is not availible for comment. Indeed, she apparently made the costumes while Robotrippin. This is not a joke. This is something that actually happened. The rehearsal went better, but it's still not there. I've done all I can to get my performance down and give my fellow thespians good notes on theirs. But I limit myself there as if I give too many and come off as a know-it-all I can be certain that none of my advice is used. I'm good at evaluating performances, but I've yet to master the art of putting that skill to use without bruising the ego of the given actor.
On top of that I have a paper to finish... I'll do that and maybe be back later.
UPDATE 8:52 PM, 5/11/2006
I may just keep expanding this until the play is done. Rehearsal today lasted maybe 30 minutes. There's going to be another one 2 hours before the show. Ugh.
I went to turn in my paper to find that the teacher wasn't there. Suffice to say, I'm pissed.
Oh, and I can't imagine that you haven't seen this already, but Me+Cooper=hilarity. I'd say that we also equal hot, but that may come off as lacking in modesty. Ah whatever.