Yesterday, Marcus and I (and several of our colleagues from across the state) spent the day in lovely Wetumpka, AL, at the Alabama Conference of Theatres fall summit. Marcus is the vice-chair of the college/university division and I'm the state auditions coordinator. We figured we'd be listening to a lot of folks presenting in the big morning session, then talking about our own things in our "break-out sessions" at the end of the day. Imagine our surprise when we registered and got our agendas and saw our names on the list of speakers. Then imagine Jen at the free coffee station filling her cup to the top while she furiously writes down a few notes to share with the group, all the while praying they don't throw fruit at her.
The impromptu speaking would have been ok if :
a. I didn't tend to ramble on like a moron when caught off-guard. I am very used to "winging it" in front of college students, but it's different when you're in front of your peers. I somehow don't think they found me nearly as amusing or charming as my college students. Or maybe they just needed more coffee, too.
b. I had not used a new leave-in conditioner that morning. I had no idea how said conditioner would affect my hair. It said to smooth it into wet or dry hair to make your split ends go away and your frizzies become tame. I used it on top of my head to try and tame a cowlick. It kind of looked like I hadn't washed my hair in 4 days. I'm sure I'm now known as "that girl in the white sweater who doesn't wash her hair." Oh, well. Better than having bad breath or pit stains, I suppose.
No one threw fruit (or veggies, for that matter) and everyone seemed pretty happy with what I had to report, which is kind of a whole lotta nothing until audition registration opens up in a few weeks.
I got to see a lot of old friends and meet some new folks. I'm thrilled with the results of our elections for new board members and I'm looking forward to getting more involved with the conference. It looks like I'll be taking some day trips soon to do a few "How To Nail Your Audition" workshops. I wish there were a better title for it than that...
Classes start tomorrow! On Thursday, our departmental secretary killed an entire forest copying my syllabi for my 97 INTRO STUDENTS. Someone hold me.
In other news, my mom has discovered Skype. If any of you have Skype, you should send me your usernames so we can chat it up and you can delight in my accent. :)
My Yes To Girlfriends Houseparty was kind of a flop. Only one person showed up. It was still a fun night, but I wish more people had been there.
A few folks asked me to explain why saying MACBETH in the theatre is bad luck. Way back yonder in the days of Mr. Shakespeare (well, after him, actually) if your theatre was in trouble, you wanted to do a really popular play that would pack people into the seats. That show was almost always Macbeth. (Now it's Hamlet.) Over the years, that play been associated with bad luck in the theatre. (If you're doing Macbeth, your theatre must be in trouble.) Bizarre things tend to happen during productions of that play. I worked at a summer theatre in Oklahoma once who had done Macbeth (commonly referred to as "The Scottish Play") as the first show to open their new space. During the rehearsals and production period, the director fell and broke her hip, their light board fried and a car drove through their lobby. Many, many people have big-time superstitions about saying Macbeth out of context anywhere in a theatre building. If you're actually doing the show, you can say it, but not otherwise. You also can't whistle backstage because they used to counter-weigh scenic pieces with sandbags and the way to cue the sandbags to drop, thus changing the scenery, was to whistle. So if you whistled backstage, you'd likely get a sandbag dropped on your head. Yay, a little theatre history lesson from Jen. I feel more ready for class already.
Finally, I want to give a big shout-out to Frema who is wrapping up her Parents blog, Parental Discretion Advised, today. I met a lot of you through the comments section of that blog, so this kind of feels like the end of an era. Her Parents blog was the first one I ever read that wasn't written by someone I know and was definitely the basis for my involvement in the online community. So thanks, Frema, for two great years of honest, funny, heart-warming writing, and for connecting so many of us.