TERRRRRRRRRIBLE thursday

We broke two children yesterday.  One of the Scouts went running offstage, tripped over some stairs backstage, sprained her wrist and hit her head.  So I attempted to act in the show and run rehearsal while Shirnest put ice on her wrist (ice packs conveniently created out of the plastic bags that she had brought snacks in) and filled out an accident report.  Then, us being the nice people that we are, we let the kids go outside for the second half of their dinner break, and one our A.D.s decided that it would be a good idea to push kids on the tire swing and hang on the chains while she did so.  Well physics sent her flying into the poles that suspended the contraption and she whacked her leg.  She would not stop screaming and couldn't move.  We're pretty sure that she may have broken her leg.

So Shirnest sat outside with her, kept ice on her leg (once again creating an ice pack from a zip-lock sandwich bag) and filled out another accident report, while I gave the kids a speech about paying attention to their surroundings and not abusing their privilege to go outside during break.  Then we endeavored to run the show and both Celia and Gil ate stage floor.  But aside from some bruised knees, they should be just fine.

Shirnest and I decided we needed a drink after the shambles of yesterday, so we stopped at the dive bar down the road from our homestay.  Between bad karaoke and sketchy old men with trucker hats, long hair, terrible BO and missing teeth, we decided one drink was enough and we headed home.

There was one positive thing about yesterday: Our homestay has DVR and had recorded "Pushing Daisies".  So I got to end my night with some Jim Dale narration goodness.  And oh yeah, the pie maker is pretty nice to look at :-)

(plus that whole "Sound of Music" parody was PRICELESS)