So today at lunch and tonight after rehearsal I will go. It's not like I will be losing sleep by going out there late at night, since last night I tossed and turned for hours worrying about it. I need to at least check in on things, pick up the mail, and show that I appreciate the work Sam's doing. I think I will leave some cookies on the counter for him or something.
I just sent out emails to my friends grovelling for helpers this weekend. I feel guilty about asking them all for help. I mean, we have helped each other move before, but there hasn't usually been this level of sweat, danger, and physical labor involved. "Move my couch" is a 1-hour, you're in, you're out affair. "Paint my house" is another story altogether.
I'm also going to have to scale back on my job-site food budget a bit. Last weekend I got pizza for everyone both days, but this weekend I think it's going to be a salad bar, which is much less expensive. The refrigerator will be there, so we can have cold beverages all day, too, which will be a nice change.
We are short many fairies, a Quince and a Lysander for Midsummer Night's Dream. I think the rehearsal schedule is killing people off. Seriously, though, when you are working with volunteers, you can't realistically ask them to give you 6 nights a week for 6 weeks. It's just plain unreasonable. Anyway, I asked Roomie if he would do it, but he flat-out refused, and looked at me like I was a bitch just for asking. I don't know what that was all about. The schedule, of course, is a major deterrent. No one wants to be THAT busy.
