We're two weeks into Haunt Season and I'm confronting "Theory vs. Practice" full force.All spring and summer, and even part of the early fall, my creative crew and I work our butts off putting this place together. And a lot of our original ideas that come up in the early spring have gone thru a complete transformation by the time we're ready to open. We encounter obstacles, time and money constraints, safety issues and state government blocks (when you're operating on state property, you REALLY have to watch your ass).
But the whole Theory vs. Practice doesn't end with opening night. It continues until the place shuts down at the end of the season. And last weekend I had a refresher course on Theory vs. Practice. Several things we had PLANNED to go a certain way have turned out not applicable in practice.
So you gotta adapt. And adapt we shall. And no one outside the function of the House will know any better.
My problem is my stress. I have brought stressing out to a whole new level, an art form if you will. I can have a meltdown bigger and better than Britney Spears ('course I keep my hair and I don't hit any illegal substances). "Type A Personality" doesn't even begin to cover me.
I'm not a candidate for a heart attack or a stroke. I'm a candidate for Spontaneous Human Combustion. I swear, when my time comes, I'm gonna go out like a supernova. There'll be this giant *FLOOM!* and there'll be nothing left but a greasy pile of ash, some jewelry and shoes. That's it.
Luckily a staff gal and her spouse have come to my rescue. So maybe I'll make it another week without any heat.
And speaking of heat, hopefully this weekend will go smoother. Not that last weekend was rough, but the weather was downright hellish. It was that famous All-98 Weather; 98 degrees, 98% humidity, 98 heat index. I had actors dropping like flies. Hell, even standing outside wasn't any better. Everyone's clothes were soaked with sweat and moisture from the air. The crowd was surly and getting angrier by the minute. Waiting in line and All-98 Weather is not a pretty combination.
Ok, I take that back, it WAS a rough weekend. But this weekend is supposed to have nicer weather.
In the meantime, I'll leave yall with some wacky links. That should keep yall busy until I have a pause to write again.
Outdoor string lights add such ambiance to any event, especially these charming ones...
Or for those entertaining inside this Halloween, howz about these to wash up with...
Forget sock monkeys, I wanted some of these when I was a kid...
For fans of ICanHasCheezburger, a translator!
Want a ringtone that will REALLY get attention? Fuck yeah!
A place for us cube farm inhabitants...
2 comments:
When you "go out like a supernova", there'll be more than a "floom", a greasy pile of ash, jerwelry and shoes. There'll also be a wad of sticky, stringy black hair clogging up the drains as usual.
Why is Argon Man picking on you? Hath he no shame!?! ;)
What you wrote is why you were sick Miss Thang! Take notice and take care of yourself! Stress will kill you and that's just no fun.
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