PDO'C just walked through the lobby, sighed "Jesus Fuckin' Christ..." and left. Erin Kraft, the only other person in the room, deadpanned: "Day Two."
Jim Jewell reports that things are going well on the food end but "we're exhausted." At least there is no more coordinating and organizing and ordering. All they have to do for dinner is get the food and hope the actors eat it. There will not be any problem there.
The lobby is a pretty damn cool place to hang out because you can get a steady stream of the most random apropros of nothing. For instance, Hana Lass just entered and is running over a cute little dance for show number five, A Whole Mess of Badgers. That, or she really just has a dance in her heart, and needs to let it out.
Lou Butler just entered, looking for a missing director for the directors meeting. "Oh, it's just you," she said, noticing me. "Just?" I replied, in mock pain. "Especially," she corrected. Can you tell she's worked with actors before?
And now I've heard everybody's working for the weekend 10 times, and I think it's safe to say it is now stuck in everyone's head. Time, methinks, to find another nook to lurk in.