Trucking the set to and from Geva was lots “Fun” and went better than I had hoped, or is that feared.
"The Story" 2010
Back to 1978 . . .
The last month or so for me in college at Buffalo was a wild, crazy and a lot of fun.
I only had one real class, Art History II on Tuesdays and Thursdays, plus an independent study in Theatre so I had plenty of time to work on my last production for the Theatre Department, the outside theatre design job, and one last big music concert.
For the production of “The Merry Wives of Windsor” I was designed both the scenery and lighting and was able to bring in one of my friends to help.
Barry helped me put up the temporary lighting trees and wire in the portable dimmers into the church hall we were using.
There was also a shop teacher who also helped me build the set, but I was very surprised when we went to his shop to do some work.
It turned out that he was an elementary school shop teacher, something I never heard of before.
The shop was cute, with small work benches; I thought this must be what Santa’s work shop looked like, but there were no elves to be found.
When the building of a set gets behind I often look but never find any of the magic shop elves who build stage sets.
Often I think many of my students really believe that shop elves build the sets and seem so surprised when they are required to do the work.
Ahh, they might get their wittle hands dirty.
We have soap.
There were still many parties go to and one host.
I used part of my pay from the outside design gig to have a big graduation party.
The party must have been good but for some reason I do not remember it.
I started to sample the drinks a little too early and a little too much and missed most of the party, but from what I found left behind on a table the next day it must of been a good time for all.
There was a baggie with over a half once of really good . . . . . What? No, my housemates and I found nothing, nothing at all.
There were so many things were happening all at once, it seemed that there was too much to do with the end of College and getting ready for Grad School.
Of course it was during this big whirl of events that I picked this time to develop a crush on someone and then found out later that someone else had a crush on me, but I was too busy flirting, too blind or just too stupid to see it.
Well this blog is about my life in Theatre and not my wild love life.
For those stories you will have to read elsewhere:
Dear Penthouse,
After working all day in the Theatre, listening to a friend’s band play all night, I hosted an afterhour’s party for the musicians and a few friends.
What happened later you would not believe . . .
Hey!, Back to Theatre.
As school came to an end I was surprised to find out that some of my friends who were the biggest partiers not only graduated but got into Grad school, some even went to Law School.
One of the last things I did in Buffalo before I left was help a friend move a safe out of his house on the day of graduation.
What a wild way to end four years at UB.
Summer was straight ahead along with some new adventures; working for a stage lighting manufacturing company, going out to Michigan to find a place to live for the fall and a stopover back in Buffalo.
Stories to follow.
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