What a comedy of errors my weekend was! The Mercury Retrograde went out like a lion. I was up at 4 on Friday and on the road at 5:15 -- good so far. Three hours later, though, and my cruise control being on caused the car to do the same wonky electrical thing it did last year (but hadn't done since) ... but this time it ALSO involved my transmission somehow! The car didn't FEEL like it had a significant problem, and the warning light was not red but amber, so i stopped in the next town of decent size and started making phone calls.
Long story short: i rented a car to continue the trip, because the show couldn't go on without me. Thank god i had packed light.
I ended up doing a lot of intermittent fasting, so i raise my coffee-cup to ketosis, without which it might have been uncomfortable -- but of course if i were eating like "normal people" i wouldn't have had to fast, because there was plenty of good evil food ... if you know what i mean. ;-)
The show itself turned out as well as we had any right to expect. Before i arrived there had been one rehearsal, then on saturday there were two (morning and afternoon). The morning one was appalling. Our Mabel not only didn't know her lines, but she didn't even know the tunes ... and our Frederick was no better. The director, who had condensed the script (and done quite a good job of it) also had the foresight to write the whole thing out on what one might call a period-correct teleprompter -- a big roll of newsprint.
Knowing the music better than anyone there, i became an unofficial assistant director, and pulled the ladies aside for a concentrated run-through of songs they weren't sure how to perform ... and bless him, our Pirate King came along too. This guy is a professional (we have several actors in town who actually get paid in the real world) and though he was a little weak on his lines, he knew his songs. We got everybody comfortable with how the parts should sound, and made a minor change in the way the finale should flow, and the last rehearsal was ... less appalling.
Fortunately we had an audience which WANTED to be pleased and amused, so the final product was well-received. Most of the cast assembled in Meg's and my little cottage for a glass of bubbly and the kind of hilarity that comes when the worst is over. We sincerely thanked our horrible "star" for making it possible to present our show at all -- it actually was a brave move of hers. It was just unfortunate that seeing as how she couldn't play her part correctly, Frederick couldn't either. :-( For the record, this is how the scene should have looked and sounded:
The rest of the event passed as expected. I packed out in good time on Sunday and spent that night at a half-way-home hotel, then after a few hours returned the rental and turned the key of my own car. THE TRANSMISSION WAS FINE.
Head ... bang ... steering wheel.
Driving home without using the cruise control was a pain in the ass. I'm so used to it, my speed was less consistent that i like through that hilly area. Got home with no problems. Immediately opened a bottle of wine. Went out for dinner and had a feast, including more carbs than usual. Slept like a baby (after a catch-up session on FB -- happy birthday again, Kim!).
The End. ;-)