I decided this tech week's blog topic on my drive home tonight (which, incidentally, ended up being driving down Salmon, on to Natio Parkway and then home on Powell): Small Miracles.
First, I thought this was appropriate because theater, when done well, can spawn these small miracles. And some shows are just a constant barrage of small miracles. Some shows are big miracles.
Second, I thought this was appropriate because my tech for this show is so short. Tech is the time of the highest highs and the lowest lows, so it only makes sense that tech is also also the time for miracles.
That being said: this morning, I forgot my wallet.
I left the house in my SM apron, with my prompt book and my notebook and my laptop in my backpack, with my stage door pass clipped to my shirt, with my lunch and candy in a brown paper bag, with not one but two diet cokes and I checked it all twice and thought I was ready.
The Winningstad Theatre is downtown, so parking is already a bitch. I managed to snag a prime three hour spot and jumped out of my car to pay the meter... and lo and behold, I'd forgotten my wallet. The prospect of giving up this spot only three blocks away from the theater was killing me, but I knew I had to go back. I called my production manager to tell her why I'd be later than I expected and she said: "You were going to pay for parking? You're our stage manager! Go make the theater give you a parking pass!"
And they did.
I parked RIGHT behind the theater, downtown, all day, and didn't pay a single quarter.
My first small miracle.
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