One more step towards Youngblood’s Pabst Thrust.
Oh my god, where to I begin? Okay, we left the hotel, checked out and went to the truck where I talked to a representative of the public parking structure who had no idea what she was talking about. We decide to fake losing the parking pass to avoid paying double. Andrew and I then head out to the light rail leaving little images and David Rothrock wherever we go.
Our first stop is the Guthrie where we go on our own little tour of the gigantic theatre complex. I was there last spring so I know what to look for but Andrew goes nuts in how big and beautiful the place is.
We also find out that we can get $20 seats to Streetcar Named Desire. Good to know.
After the Guthrie, we both went on the light rail in a small exploration of the city. We made our way to uptown throwing up cards lefts and right. We got off the bus all dehydrated and weak right in front of Sebastian Joe’s. I ate there the last time I was here and it was über awesome. We get some ice cream, drink their water, throw some cards on the table and walk around uptown. After finding the Garage Theatre and diving into a thrift store, we head back on the bus downtown and to the University.
After asking a few people which bus to get on and transferring of busses, we get to the university and find ourselves the Rarig Center. So, we got the small business cards because they fit into people’s pockets and they can be handed out easy. They fit into people’s wallets and I prefer them to the post cards. But EVERYONE else here has the big postcards thereby dwarfing ours. I think I go a big creative on how to display ours.
I was talking to a few people and all I need to do is revisit the table and do a little maintience to our show’s “Display”. Not a big deal. Thinking too much into it? I don’t think so.
We talked around the theatre complex. It’s this multi level complex with a nice looking lobby. We didn’t go into any spaces, as people could be doing tech work, but we kinda mapped out what we wanted to do as far as the load in.
We get back the truck, feign losing the ticket so we don’t have to pay for two days of storage, and head out to the host family: two guys that are really nice and warm. This looks like this will work out great. We unload the truck, unpack ourtucff just in time for the rest of the group to get there. Rich, Dave, Tess, Grace, Tommy, and Lillian. As soon as we get there, Andre, Tommy, and I head off to the Guthrie to catch Streetcar.
Great show. Blanche was freakin’ awesome. Stella was fantastic. Stanley? Not so much. He had good moments, but overall, he wasn’t the best. The play was three hours long. I got a coffee at intermission and I think I am going to do that as much as possible. Sitting in a theatre watching actors and drinking coffee just is like.. a great evening. Made me all warm ‘n content ‘n such.
After the show, we head out to Bedlam for the third time hoping it would be open. And It was. And it was awesome. The whole feel to the place. It’s hard to describe. Like a red interior with beer on tap and random theatre people laughing at the bar talking about lights and load ins. The ambiance was like.. a decaying theatre that was taken over by bohemians. Wonderful. We go up to the patio to see a wonderful view of the city. It’s a really nice place.
We head back looking for a decent route to get back to the host family. Light rail and a transfer to the 4 except the next four bus doesn’t run for another hour. We go into a gay bar that is not Gay 90s. The other one there. I don’t even remember the name. Have a drink, get to the bus stop. Listen to a drunk salesman’s sad story of getting out of detox, ad head back home.
Around 9:00 AM we were in load in.
And at ten we had the tech.
Two… major areas of concern: The show has zippo lighters that are lit. We can’t have open flame on stage with zippos ’cause if they drop it, they don’t go out. We have been told that if we can rig a zippo with a bic lighter, then we can do it. Andrew’s on it. It anyone can jury rig a zippo with a bic, he can.
The other major area of concern is the show has an hour slot with lights going up at the sixty minute mark. The show is fifty-seven minutes long. We have a three minute window. I’m going to be freakin’ out if the lights go up and awkwardness ensues. Cue pickup. And if I have to cut a line here and there we will. I don’t want to do that, but we’ll take the hurdles as they come. We got this far, right?
After some more publicity in Dinkytown, and a trip to the Guthrie for Dave to see, we are resting for an hour or two. We head out for the fringe showcase at six. No idea what to expect. It seems like the thing could be a bit of a clusterfuck. They have a number of out of town companies performing snippets of their show. It’ll be fun, I think. Just enjoy the absurdity if it comes to that.
Tomorrow, we open. We open the fringe. Holy crap.