soreI swear the more I stage manage, the smarter I get. The directors asked me to keep the parents out of the rehearsal as much as possible - just to minimize distractions and all, and it was looking like an impossible task. Then I just went in the greenroom, wrote up a sign "Do not enter until you are called" and it worked like a dream!
In other news - I think I have my first ingrown toenail. My funky bowling shoes have kind of pinched since I got them and I made the mistake of wearing them two days in a row. On Friday my poor toe was all swollen and hurt like hell. It's been better since but I took off my sock last night and the poor thing was all swollen again and kind of bruised. It's one of the uglier things I've seen in a long time. Dr. Mark made the diagnosis and also noted it's a little infected. It didn't really hurt until I started bothering it last night and now it's back to hurting pretty steadily.
Stage managing may make me smarter, but injuries move me right back to dumbass.
