So, probably the most interesting performance night yet.

First half of the play, we were ON FIRE. It was amazing. But, I'm getting ahead of myself.

I get there at seven, and seeing that we're not doing notes, I head upstairs to see what everybody else is doing. I find four of the adults at the Esplanade bar. It was the keyboard player's birthday, so they were having wine. She had two glasses. The others were drinking it steadily too. So, McCoy boy comes and even though he's underage, successfully orders a beer without being I.D.'d XD

So, a few glasses of wine later, we all figure it's time to head down to the pit. (Did I mention that I didn't drink any? I had tea.) By now our numbers have swelled to eight. We get down there, and find that Nigel is already half toasted, along with our drummer.

But, the play starts and it's amazing, best I've ever heard it. Spot on music, acting, it was awesome. Intermission starts.

Well, everybody has more liqour, so by the time the second act is supposed to start, they're laughing and giggling and slurring their words. I'm all happy, thinking "wow, this'll be awesome." But, guess what happens?

Bill's saxophones are gone, and all of HIS PARTS are on MY CHAIR. I freeze, and I say "Is this a joke? Did he actually leave?" My worst fears were confirmed, and now I was supposed to play all of his wicked tenor sax parts, since my clarinet is in the same key. Bill, Nigel, the drummer, and Mr. Bates are the rocks of the band. Bill was M.I.A., so everybody on my side was screwed because we always listen to him to figure out where we were in the song. Nigel was so sloshed that his flute notes were slurring slightly, and he just kept drinking wine through the whole play XD So half of our forces were down. And I couldn't hear Mr. Bates at my end, so I was screwed.

I played... marginally well, considering I'd never seen the music before in my life. But it sounded so empty! It was totally failtastic, and the actors listen for the sax parts, and since my dinky little thing oesn't go loud enough, they were missing their cues. So, I wound up fucking up the second half *facepalm* And I don't know if Bill will be there tommorow!

But, on a brighter note, we were bad with style. Nigel and the keyboard player couldn't stop laughing during the acting, and at one point he got carried away and said very loudly, almost shouting "I should play it like Dixie!" during the scene where Max is arrested. So, everybody heard, and we all started laughing, even though the actors were screwed up now. And, on the other end, one of the trumpet players was creating hell on that side.

Last two songs were all needing wicked Alto sax, but since my instrument isn't in the same key, I couldn't play. When the failure was finally done with, Chris, the director, starts saying "NO MORE DRINKING ALLOWED DURING THE SHOW. EVER. THIS WAS OUT OF HAND." I think the funniest though was leaving the building after, and seeing Nigel and his boyfriend having more wine outside, and I think we caught them in the middle of an intimate omoment XD

Yeah, so let's hope that Bill is there tommorow, or I might be dead. Three more performances to go, and then the banquet thingy at the Legion, which promises to be fun.


Ooooh, and I'm still pervert bait! Before the performance, I was coming out of Tim Hortons and there's this guy standing by the trash can, then he looks at me and says "Hey, howsit going?" I bolt for my car and lock the doors, since it was deserted outside.

...and I have a deathwish. My hairdresser moved downtown, so I got my hair cut this evening and after, just walked around in the dark. I thought it would be fun to walk through the alley by the Greyhound terminal and Tim Hortons, plus by the bar. It was such a high XD I was just strolling with my french vanilla my mom had bought me, having fun being a dumbass.


....it was around six, so it wasn't that deserted yet, but I swear that all the homeless people love to come out after dark.