Up at 6:45. Shower. Bus to town. Breakfast at/in Rathskeller. Meet Manfred at 9 as well as Heather. Do lights. Do more lights. Break. Try cues. Lunch.
Everyone else shows up.
Jose showed up at 9 and didn’t need to be there until 2. At 2 he wasn’t there.
We had a complete run-through; Manfred made few interruptions. The lighting cues were nearly perfect (one to two “off” a bit by me; one off by Di), and the sound was good, since we’d never done it with the preset (lighting) cues before, and Manfred just wanted to adjust the volume a bit. The onstage stuff worked well.
So after dropping off the costume and packing up … I missed the bus home (5:20), so instead went to Fair Trade for an iced coffee and window seat for people watching and writing.
Mr. Barista mentioned that there will be no new Doctor Who next weekend; it’s being preempted on the BBC by Eurovision. Not like the Brits have a shot. Mr. Barista only knew it as a European American Idol type thing; so I clarified and, later, introduced him to Lordi’s winning entry from last year.
My good deed of the day.
I took the 6:2 home and had a message from dad on the machine; they were in Minneapolis at the airport at the time, with a long layover before flying home, and it appears the trip was good. I shouldn’t try to call on Sunday; they’ll be resting. So I called Christoph and decided to head over to his place around 7 for some zombie movies.
Grr. Argh.