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Intentionally posting a day late.
After a not-very-Christmasy Christmas Eve Day, Jameson and I went to bed early.
I wore my new Apple Watch to try out the Sleep data. It's fascinating! The thing tracks your BPM, respirations, and levels of sleep/wakefulness. I did a pretty good job last night actually, though I woke up like six times. Will be interested to see how I do in hotels, or across time zones.
I was up early to have breakfast, send emailed Christmas presents, and contemplate life.
Jameson got up as I was packing a few final items and texting my trombone repair guy to make sure he was around for the bass drop off. Jameson and I hugged goodbye, and he walked me to the car. I'll be back in a few days, but every time I leave it hurts a little.
Bill (trombone repair guy) was waiting for me, and tisked at the crushed trombone bell, but said it's repairable. He's also ready to replace the bell entirely if it's too far gone...which since I'm not paying for these repairs, go right ahead. Bill said that Les (the guy who handled the packaging/shipping) had called him, extremely apologetic, and had arranged to pay for whatever work would be needed, including a cleaning. Bill asked me to forgive Les, which of course I have...no one WANTED this to happen. But that doesn't make me any less exasperated. I did say that I hoped he'd take much more care when shipping horns for others in the future after this experience.
Anyway, Bill was incredibly kind considering I was dumping this on him on Christmas Day, but he didn't have family over or anything and seemed not to mind at all. He gifted me a piece of cinnamon bread from a neighbor and sent me on my way. The plan is for him to complete repairs by the 30th so I can pick the horn back up on the drive back down to Orlando.
From there I drove to the Daytona Beach Buc-ee's, thinking it might be a little less packed on Christmas Day. It was not. As usual, an absolute madhouse in there. But I braved it to get some Beaver Nugs and a stick of pecan divinity for Jameson, and a jar of pickled quail eggs for me.
Some other Buc-ee's sights: A sock advent calendar?? And their famous brisket waiting to be sandwiched and wrapped.
The 8-hour drive was very straightforward, there was no weather to contend with and traffic was light. Considering that I stopped three times for food and gas, plus Buc-ee's and the trombone drop-off, I made excellent time. Checked in and unpacked and got right into bed. No grocery stores are open so I'll have to go early in the morning, before our matinee.
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Was up early to walk to Whole Paycheck (happens to be the closest grocery!)
They were open but were clearly taking the opportunity to restock, palettes everywhere. Since we're only here for a few days I didn't need a lot, just the usual fruit-veg-proteins and back out the door.
The theatre is right across the street from the hotel. A luxury!
It's fairly modern, with a nice backstage and a pretty ceiling.
In my dressing room was this cute box from Company Management.
It contained mostly candy, some stocking stuffer beauty items (face masks, bath bombs, etc,) and a nice little note congratulating us on a successful tour and thanking us for our work. Very nice :)
We have two shows every day here in Charlotte. The first one went well although partway through "World's Greatest Dad" there was a loud CRUNCH on stage and the MD jumped onto the talkback phone. We kept going, but found out later that two set pieces had collided. Not sure how that happened but apparently it wasn't bad enough to hold the show.
Between shows I walked to the hotel and ate dinner, and back at the theater we had the evening show and it was very well attended with an enthusiastic audience. During that show I was wearing my new Apple Watch, and received a variety of unexpected calls and texts and messages and notifications across all sorts of platforms (phone, facetime, IG, Messenger, Fitness, etc) that only gave me a haptic poke and made no sound, which was a relief. I'd tried to silence everything but wasn't sure if I'd gotten them all.
One of those messages was from Bill, who is the guy working on my crunched bass trombone. He's fixed it already! He said it wasn't nearly as bad as it looked. He also cleaned it, worked on the rotors, and regulated the slide (none of which I asked him to do, he's just that cool of a human.) Additionally, he insists that this be pro bono. So I've promised him some of my infamous homemade caramels, plus house seats to any show I'm involved in that he'd like to see in the future. I'm incredibly relieved that the bass is OK. It'll never be what it was before...I'll never know what it sounded or felt like before it was damaged. But it'll still be a very good horn, and I'm grateful that things turned out they way they did.
Anyway, after the show we walked around the corner to a bar/restaurant where the theater was throwing us a little party. This, to me, is our closing party, because the company isn't throwing us one (they'll do a champagne toast instead which is quite reasonable and appreciated, too.) I haven't connected with most of this cast, because of being antisocial and because of having 15 hours of transcription work to do each week. But still, this was a good group of people and I tried to tell as many actors as possible that it's been awesome working with them on this tour. Which in the end was like four people haha. Oh well. Left at 11:30, typed up this post, and off to bed.
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Friday: Hopefully a slow morning followed by two shows.
Saturday and Sunday: Nothing planned, just the two shows each day and preparing for the drive back to Florida. I am so glad to drive instead of fly :)
After a not-very-Christmasy Christmas Eve Day, Jameson and I went to bed early.
I wore my new Apple Watch to try out the Sleep data. It's fascinating! The thing tracks your BPM, respirations, and levels of sleep/wakefulness. I did a pretty good job last night actually, though I woke up like six times. Will be interested to see how I do in hotels, or across time zones.
I was up early to have breakfast, send emailed Christmas presents, and contemplate life.
Jameson got up as I was packing a few final items and texting my trombone repair guy to make sure he was around for the bass drop off. Jameson and I hugged goodbye, and he walked me to the car. I'll be back in a few days, but every time I leave it hurts a little.
Bill (trombone repair guy) was waiting for me, and tisked at the crushed trombone bell, but said it's repairable. He's also ready to replace the bell entirely if it's too far gone...which since I'm not paying for these repairs, go right ahead. Bill said that Les (the guy who handled the packaging/shipping) had called him, extremely apologetic, and had arranged to pay for whatever work would be needed, including a cleaning. Bill asked me to forgive Les, which of course I have...no one WANTED this to happen. But that doesn't make me any less exasperated. I did say that I hoped he'd take much more care when shipping horns for others in the future after this experience.
Anyway, Bill was incredibly kind considering I was dumping this on him on Christmas Day, but he didn't have family over or anything and seemed not to mind at all. He gifted me a piece of cinnamon bread from a neighbor and sent me on my way. The plan is for him to complete repairs by the 30th so I can pick the horn back up on the drive back down to Orlando.
From there I drove to the Daytona Beach Buc-ee's, thinking it might be a little less packed on Christmas Day. It was not. As usual, an absolute madhouse in there. But I braved it to get some Beaver Nugs and a stick of pecan divinity for Jameson, and a jar of pickled quail eggs for me.
Some other Buc-ee's sights: A sock advent calendar?? And their famous brisket waiting to be sandwiched and wrapped.
The 8-hour drive was very straightforward, there was no weather to contend with and traffic was light. Considering that I stopped three times for food and gas, plus Buc-ee's and the trombone drop-off, I made excellent time. Checked in and unpacked and got right into bed. No grocery stores are open so I'll have to go early in the morning, before our matinee.
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Was up early to walk to Whole Paycheck (happens to be the closest grocery!)
They were open but were clearly taking the opportunity to restock, palettes everywhere. Since we're only here for a few days I didn't need a lot, just the usual fruit-veg-proteins and back out the door.
The theatre is right across the street from the hotel. A luxury!
It's fairly modern, with a nice backstage and a pretty ceiling.
In my dressing room was this cute box from Company Management.
It contained mostly candy, some stocking stuffer beauty items (face masks, bath bombs, etc,) and a nice little note congratulating us on a successful tour and thanking us for our work. Very nice :)
We have two shows every day here in Charlotte. The first one went well although partway through "World's Greatest Dad" there was a loud CRUNCH on stage and the MD jumped onto the talkback phone. We kept going, but found out later that two set pieces had collided. Not sure how that happened but apparently it wasn't bad enough to hold the show.
Between shows I walked to the hotel and ate dinner, and back at the theater we had the evening show and it was very well attended with an enthusiastic audience. During that show I was wearing my new Apple Watch, and received a variety of unexpected calls and texts and messages and notifications across all sorts of platforms (phone, facetime, IG, Messenger, Fitness, etc) that only gave me a haptic poke and made no sound, which was a relief. I'd tried to silence everything but wasn't sure if I'd gotten them all.
One of those messages was from Bill, who is the guy working on my crunched bass trombone. He's fixed it already! He said it wasn't nearly as bad as it looked. He also cleaned it, worked on the rotors, and regulated the slide (none of which I asked him to do, he's just that cool of a human.) Additionally, he insists that this be pro bono. So I've promised him some of my infamous homemade caramels, plus house seats to any show I'm involved in that he'd like to see in the future. I'm incredibly relieved that the bass is OK. It'll never be what it was before...I'll never know what it sounded or felt like before it was damaged. But it'll still be a very good horn, and I'm grateful that things turned out they way they did.
Anyway, after the show we walked around the corner to a bar/restaurant where the theater was throwing us a little party. This, to me, is our closing party, because the company isn't throwing us one (they'll do a champagne toast instead which is quite reasonable and appreciated, too.) I haven't connected with most of this cast, because of being antisocial and because of having 15 hours of transcription work to do each week. But still, this was a good group of people and I tried to tell as many actors as possible that it's been awesome working with them on this tour. Which in the end was like four people haha. Oh well. Left at 11:30, typed up this post, and off to bed.
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Friday: Hopefully a slow morning followed by two shows.
Saturday and Sunday: Nothing planned, just the two shows each day and preparing for the drive back to Florida. I am so glad to drive instead of fly :)
