This morning my head hurts, probably as much as my feet did Thursday night.
People never believe me when I tell them I have never had a hangover. I now have concrete proof that the way I feel “the morning after,” is mostly due to not getting enough sleep. Last night, I got home from the Fringe at about 1:15 a.m. after hemming and hawing about going to the late night Fringe talk show. I had no alcohol, and left with a piece of excellent cheese and a bottle of water in my hands. Much to my chagrin, I woke up this morning at 7:15. That’s 6 hours of sleep, and that ain’t quite enough.
I am functional, but in pain.
Opening night of the Fringe shows was interesting. This year, we are opening the Box Office for each show 15 minutes earlier than in past years, and while it makes sense for the audience (you never heard such complaining when people were early!), it certainly makes my job as Venue Manager a little more difficult. I think we are going to have an upswing in people who buy their tickets early, then go have a smoke or grab a snack and come back after the doors have shut. There are no latecomers allowed, and NO REFUNDS. It’s a total headache for a VM, whose only real recourse is to send them to HQ, where they apologize, explain the rules, and give the disgruntled patron a free pass for a future show.
I did manage to go see a show, the wonderful Weaverville Waltz, by Randy Rutherford, who has been to our Fringe as many times as I have volunteered. His shows are always poignant, funny, sweet, and somehow, always, a little bit sad. I had also meant to go see An Evening with Nick Wallace, a magic show, but at the last minute, decided to hang out at HQ instead. I regretted this decision when I saw Nick perform a little teaser at The No Show, and am now trying to figure out where and how I can fit in one of his shows into my schedule.
Ugh. My head still hurts.
