After a very early start to the day with very little sleep, I’m finally ready to turn out the lights. I went to bed around 2:30 because, as usual, I didn’t start packing until the last possible second. And I was up at 6:30 for my last Sunday at church before my leave of absence. Anyway, who cares about those boring details? The exciting part is that I’m here, and I start working for the circus tomorrow!
I just got back from a “Welcome to Winter Quarters” band meeting, and by meeting, I mean a bunch of guys sitting around dripping beer and eating their weight in fried awesomeness. So obviously, even though I’ve only known these guys for a couple hours, excluding my buddy Danny, it’s clear we’re going to get along just fine.
It was great for me to at least get to know people a little before diving into six days a week of rehearsals for the next three weeks, and informal gatherings always work better than introducing yourself “at the office.” I think theatre should follow Robbie’s example (Robbie being the conductor). When you start working on a show, you generally go around the table and introduce yourself and the role you’re playing in the production, and away you go. It’s up to you to get to know people on a more personal level. But here, we’ve already shared a bunch of laughs before we even get started. And I’m the only new guy to the group, so they all know each other already, but it’s still a great way to get the ball rolling. And let’s be honest, fried food and beer is really a great way to start anything, so there’s that.
So tomorrow it all starts. Winter Quarters. From what I can tell, we start the process rehearsing in a music trailer while the acts are rehearsing on the floor, and over the course of the three weeks, we start to put it all together, and before you know it, we’re on the road.
I’m gonna drop the mic now, because if I keep thinking about it, I’m gonna get myself too excited to sleep.
Oh, and if you’re ever in Bradenton, Florida, don’t stay at The Sunrise Inn. I’ve been killing bugs in the bathroom all night, and the sink if clogged. But aside from that, and the cigarette burns in the comforter, you couldn’t tell this place from the Ritz Carlton.