Living close to work

The problem with living so close to the Met? I think it only takes me two minutes to get there and I procrastinate like crazy every morning!!

I was so late this morning. I wasn’t the only one, but that was of little consolation, ‘cuz I HATE being late!! I felt awful that my makeup guy (whose two sisters are named Anne and Carolyn!) had to rush, even though we had “plenty of time but not time to waste.” ™ (that’s a Bird Family trademarked phrase, used with permission.) The costumer couldn’t make her adjustments ‘cuz I needed to run as soon as I got into my (beautiful!) dress. And I was a frazzled mess. In short, not how I want to go into any rehearsal, let alone my first rehearsal with the Met orchestra.

All in all, though, things were great today. YLT and I are working out our moves way up on the bridge, trying to coordinate kisses and coats and stairs all while straining to hear the orchestra and see the Maestro. I know we’ll get it; it’ll just take some repetition, but at one point today I felt like I didn’t have a clue what I was doing!! A common feeling at first dress rehearsals but still a bit unsettling. Time for some visualizing, me thinks… We do it again on Friday and Monday before Tuesday’s final dress rehearsal, then a few days off, and then – showtime!

Costumes and orchestra for Angelica tomorrow, a rehearsal for which I will be arriving EARLY.