This past weekend, we had our final weekend of performances. On our last performance, our Sunday matinee, we had our biggest house. We had over thirty-five people in a house that seats about fifty. We had some mistakes along the way during productions whether it was doors opening late, props forgotten, and the seat of someone’s pants ripping on stage, but it was all handled with calmness and a “It happens,” attitude. Everyone seemed to love the show. We had a review from the Reader that was bad, but we knew the guy didn't often give good reviews.
My time running house was enjoyable. We had the Saints usher for us and it was nice getting to know these volunteers of theatre. Some of them had done acting work in the past and loved theatre.
We had strike which took and hour and a half. During strike, I cleaned up the lobby area. I wiped down tables, vacuumed, cleaned the two bathrooms, took out the trash and wiped down the water fountains. After waiting around for the floor to be painted black, we hauled all the doors and other set elements out the the U-Haul truck. Then we brought some of the doors up to Sean’s place, took the rest where they needed to be, and then headed back over to Sean’s for pizza. I’m so thankful for everyone I met; they are good people. I really want to live in Chicago now.
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