… feels like a lazy day. True, the kids and I braved the roads and attempted to shop. UGH. This is something we never do on the day after T-Day, as I hate crowds and, more recently, hate shopping. But Brandon is here only until tomorrow morning so what choice did we have? The drive to the stores was awful. The line at one place was the longest I’ve ever seen (although quick moving). But we managed, we found the things we needed (I even found black pants I think will fit!), and we are back home now. I feel beat, after that little trip and all of yesterday’s fesitivities. I want to curl up with a warm blanket, drink some hot tea, spend some time browsing blogs, visit with the kids, and get to bed early.
Alas, that is not to be. Because we have an opera performance tonight.
Sigh.
I can’t believe they scheduled a performance tonight. When we are all recovering. Slowly. Last year we came back on Saturday, which was much more acceptable, if you ask me. But no one asked me, and there you go … back to work a bit too soon for my taste. We’ll see what kind of audience we have.
Ever since we moved into the California Theatre I’ve felt a bit detached from the operas; as I’ve moaned about before, we can’t see anything at all, and we can’t hear everything clearly enough. With this particular opera I sense even more detachment, because of how little I play. It’s an odd feeling, and not one I enjoy.
I’m hoping to feel more connected to the next opera, La Traviata. If I get to even play. Opening weekend of LT conflicts with a musical I’ve been hired to play, and while I would choose opera over a musical nearly every time, I have to also think about the old pocketbook. Camelot wins when it comes to income. It’s up to the powers that be to decide whether I can come back in and finish up LT once I’m done with the musical. I certainly will understand if they say “no” but I”m hoping, of course, for a different answer. Time will tell.
In any case, moving back to matters at hand (or nearly at hand) — I really need to rest up for tonight. It is impossible to play oboe while sleeping. Truly. And I don’t care how I feel … I’m still required to do the best job possible, and give the audience what they paid for.
In Other News
I managed to offend someone the other day and realized I need to be so careful about what I write here. I know some people really don’t care how others interpret their words, but I do. Deeply. So if I’ve offended any readers in the past, please know that is never my intention.
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