adventures in the south

today i feel: pretty good
today i'm hearing: the monitors in the computer closet
today i'm thinking: let's get this thing started

Tonight is official opening night for The Full Monty. G-d be praised. Hopefully it will go pretty well. I've got my hair tied up and my ass-kickin' shoes on, so I'm all set to go. (I also checked with the lighting designer about cues, which makes me actually ready to go. But the shoes are important, too.)

But that is not the focus of this post. The focus is this: I had heard, sometime last year, about one of Carbondale's many colourful homeless people. There are a surprising number of them for a town this small. But this particular gentleman (I think his name's Tom) has picnics every May celebrating A Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. At face value, this sounds like a pretty cool gig. However, from what I have heard of those a little more informed about Carbondale than I, he believes that the aliens of Hitchhiker's will come down to this particular picnic in a Heaven's Gate-esque situation and take him romping about the galaxy. That's cool for him, honestly. Who am I to judge?

This afternoon, while I was loitering backstage because I planned too well ahead and had nothing better to do, I was approached by this man and had the pleasure of meeting him and the sock monkey on his backpack, and was more or less invited to this particular picnic. He also gave me flyers to post on the callboard about the event. It was one of those experiences that I think I'll cherish for the rest of my life, if for no other reason than the fact that you really can't make stuff like this up.

I guess this does teach me to not look relaxed while wearing short skirts and ass-kickin' shoes, regardless of the fact that they supposedly make me look 'hott'.