"...any mans finest hour--his greatest fulfillment to all he holds dear--is that moment he has worked his heart out in a good cause and lies exhausted on the field of battle--victorious." Vince Lambardi.
Today I had a long 4 hour blink that interupted my day.
Yesterday I somehow managed to teleport from Prince Rupert to Surrey. Yesterday was like a slide show of images interspersed with bouts of unconsciousness rather than a coherent memory. If I strung all those images together it seems like it only took me like ten minutes to get home. I barely remember the airports and I don't remember any bridges or ferrys so I probably flew at some point and possibly swam part of my journey.
Saturday night was a case of delayed gratification. For the most of two days previous I was wrapped up in a giant stress ball and all I wanted to do was release and get retarded in here. But I had to keep my head untill midnight to party like a rockstar and between midnight and Sunday morning I managed to drink myself into a coma. It's funny, you'd think that with all that liquid going down ones throat that one would drown. Drowning or no, I was dead to the world.
The reason for the stress for me was dancing Sinkil without having had time that day to mentally go thru it. We practiciced it a few times but that was more like going thru the motions. The whole matinee show was pure reaction to me, I was running on instinct because we didn't have any time to prepare for it that day. What didn't help was that I realised how tired my legs felt since I walked up the tiny hill to the corner store that morning and the fact that my feet were cramping because I taped the sinkil shoes so tight to my feet 10 mins before I had to go on. I had a dark forboding that afternoon when I learned of the scheduling snafu considering the excersise in Murphy's Law that was the Gala show the night before.
Our Technical Director ends up in the hospital an hour before the show. Our Wardrobe director gets a 30 min crash course on tech direction. Our most prepared and clutch performer forgets his costumes at the bus station. These things don't happen, and they don't happen on the same day. I think there were a few more misfortunes but I think I've mentally blocked them out. I should have known that things were not normal that first morning at the theatre when I was the first to arrive...
On Friday we left for PR to be treated like super stars from the moment we arrived and to party like rock stars a few days later. I wonder if my Alive and Northern Exposure thoughts would come to fruitation. All I know is that sitting with the planes propeller about a foot away from my head with a thin sheet of aluminum and plexi glass protecting me was kinda freaking me out. I think I got whiplash because I spent almost the whole time staring at it wondering if I had enough time to jump out of the way if I suddenely saw a gremlin on the wing exploding the engine...
All in all this was such an awesome tour. I think this was our best tour since San Fran in 96. With the extreme stress I had extreme fun to balance me out. We had two awesome shows and we partied like it was the end of the world except that I woke up feeling like I got hit by a car instead of on fluffy clouds.
Anyways this is getting long. I'm sure I'll think of more things to write about the tour tomorrow when I'm more rested. I'd like to end off with saying that all of you are like my best friends. I tend to recyle friends every 5 years or so yet somehow I know all of you will always be there for me, and I for you. Rhoel.
"Oh my shooting stars!" Mia Diao
"Are we still flying or did we crash and we don't know it yet?" Michelle Correa looking at all the clouds.
"Ball?" Emilly Ryan Correa.
"It feels like I'm leaving for 4 months, not 3 days *tear*." Mel Losanas.
"...blah blah blah Francis blah blah..." Armondo.
"How about I take that fork and scramble your face?" Randy.
"I'm so hammered, are you my host familly?" Randy.
"(dramatic pause)...wait a sec...how old are you?" Rhoel talking to May.
"FUCKKKKKKKKK!!!!" Marc when he realised he didn't have his costumes.
"I feel like Oprah!" Randy.
posted by R @ 1:40 AM
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