It started out with Rachel and I doing a little apartment stuff, then we went to one of the venues to move all stuff from that show to our other venue so. Once that was done, I got a tense phone message from our construction place that our remaining platforms and lumber had to go ...anywhere else. "Now." I called Grant (the artistic director) because his Isuzu Trooper is much more trucklike that my Sunbird. We loaded up,found a place, stowed it, then went into the office for supposedly five minutes before we were all going to lunch. At the office, things to do found us for about an hour, leaving Rachel wandering around our offices bored silly. Then lunch, which Grant treated at an Irish pub, and a break. I get to the main venue at about 6:15 to find that the lights, for no apparent reason, aren't working. At about 6:45 we discover, of course we'd forgotten things that morning for the other venue (we hadn't finalized the list yet), which necessitated mad dashes across town and back. While I'm taking stuff to the other venue, five problems arise there, and once I return to the first venue they've rigged halogen lights to light the show - no one could figure out the problem.
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