longest day ever.

Rehearsal.  Two workshops.  Show laundry.  I am spent.

I have experienced more diversity in three days than I have in my entire lifetime.  More and more I am realizing just how privileged and white bread my existence has been.  Today we were doing a make-up workshop and I found out that the colors we have in our make-up kit are not made for people with dark dark skin tones.  And the things they were asking for when I was doing blood, guts, and gore examples...like gunshot wounds...are not something that ever would have even crossed my mind when I was nine or ten years old.  But the kids LOVED the workshop, no matter how rowdy and disorganized the process was.  They really dug the fake blood.  I was pretty proud of the results of my first attempt to mix my own blood (it's light corn syrup, peanut butter, and red food coloring, if you're wondering- it stains badly!)

(p.s. I refused to make gunshot wounds)

Rehearsal was a shambles again.  The kids NO NOT know their lines AT ALL.  Despite the fact that I asked them to be off book by today.  I yelled at them and very sternly suggested that they better know their lines by tomorrow OR ELSE.

I did go to B Dubs (Buffalo Wild Wings for those of you who are confused).  I was sad though, because they gave me skinny fries, which the don't even MAKE at our B Dubs in the Burg (to my knowledge anyway) instead of chips and salsa with my Naked Tenders Wrap.  They didn't even have potato wedges on the menu.  Also for some reason I thought it was thursday and was very sad to arrive and realize it is fact wednesday and not boneless wing night.  The beer of the month is blue moon though, so that was positive.

I played air hockey,  table tennis, and pool when I got home.  I lost pool because I called the wrong pocket on the eight ball.  And I also discovered that Sam and I are both intense air hockey players.  We worked up quite the sweat!