The night before

I have never done this before. I’ve never sat down with my computer and started writing a blog with little or nothing to say.

I have a list of stuff to do in the morning, starting nice and early. If I get everything done, we’ll be on schedule, but there really isn’t enough time to do everything.

I’ll say this for that. I started my theater career at Citrus College, and they knew how to wring every moment out of a young man’s schedule. I have no idea how they pull it off, the adults, year after year. The kids are elastic, they just don’t ever sleep and they power through. I have the feeling that I am going to sleep for about fifteen hours after the wedding.

Steve said to me today that he doesn’t think they should have to come out the week before the wedding because they’ll have everything under control. And it’s true, if we don’t do all the printing of stuff ourselves and all the centerpieces ourselves, etc, then it would all be easier. But I can’t wait to pull up this blog the week before his wedding when Deb cancels work and flies out because everything is falling apart.

Mac is sweating the best man speech. Jordana called me in tears because she couldn’t relax. Kent just called to say he was overnighting the trombone because it doesn’t fit in his carry-on. Ian and Michelle are rehearsing their song tomorrow morning.

That’s just how it goes. And I love all these people, they’re making me a tiny bit nuts, but the truth is, for the most part, we’re getting it done the best way we know how. Tomorrow night is the rehearsal dinner, then’s the wedding, and then Lucretia and auditions and work. I feel like I gotta try to be here now, or I’m gonna loose this time, but it’s really easy to just try to get everything done while holding my breath. I gotta remember to breathe a little.