bethb's Diaryland Diary

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my jaw aches

oh diaryland, i wish i knew how to quit you...
this has been an extremely teeth-grinding week (did you know i grind my teeth? apparently i do. hooray for more dental woes). Park service were being especially prickly about granting us a permit for the concert series i help out with...a concert series which will be in its 39th year this summer. there's just a whole lot of crap there that was completely freaking me out. and there was a chance that our sound guy would not be allowed to drive his equipment up to the stage which would me carrying all that crap and i couldn't for the life of me fathom that since if our sound guy had a 15" waist i'd be surprised. he is the smallest. human. ever. except he's tall...really tall. and freakishly thing. and i swear he would snap in half. and i told park service this. i did. i said 'our sound guy might weigh 98 pounds soaking we and carrying a 50 pound weight.'
so in the midst of getting through an annoying week getting an annoying show open i was juggling phone calls from park service.
colleen and i saw 'the break up' which i thought was funny and has just made me more excited to see chicago. i wonder if i'll have the time to see wrigley field. i kinda doubt it, but it seems like a cool ball park
unlike the one they're sure to build in DC.
also, i had to buy a painters easel for the show that was cut by the time i returned to the theatre so i said 'f it. i'm keeping it', in hopes it will make me a better painter, but really the only thing that could make me a better painter would be talent of which i got none.
especially when it looks like the only thing i'll be painting this weekend is the fort reno stage.

9:57 a.m. - 2006-06-09

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