Rough Punch
Weird couple of days. Starting back on Saturday, I had a great rehearsal for the play I'm understudying, MR. PUNCH - based on the Neil Gaiman graphic novel. Great people, great show, etc. So we were doing some puppet stuff and then I had to go and get my face cast so that they could build a mask.
They wrapped my hair in Saran Wrap, wiped Vaseline all over my face and then were going to put two straws in my nose before having me lie down and pour a thick algenate over my face which would then stiffen. Then they'd place strips of cloth over that and wait five minutes for it to harden.
So, I lay down with the strws in my nostrils and I closed my eyes. They started pouring the stuff on my face. It's dark when you close your eyes, but then it got darker. And darker. And the straws began to slip and I couldn't breathe out of my nose. And my mouth was covered, so I couldn't breathe through my mouth either. It was like being buried alive and smothered. I started to freak out.
This happened twice. I just couldn't do it. Everybody was really super-cool and understanding, but I was shaking for fifteen minutes. It was only later that I started to remember that my whole life I've always had the biggest fear of not being able to breathe. Rough day.
And fun Monday. Drove at 5am from Lindsay's then sacked out until 9 for work. Forgot my wallet, lunch at home and didn't eat breakfast. Then I get in and all hell has broken loose because one of the shows has lost thier main guest and we're scrambling to find a Latin designer in New York. To top that off, Gloria wants the list of designers I sent her months ago and it's disappeared from my computer. By now I'm a wreck with nothing in my system. This lasts for about half an hour before I can get something pulled together.
Oy.
Oh, and I still need a job. Anybody? Bueller?
Weird couple of days. Starting back on Saturday, I had a great rehearsal for the play I'm understudying, MR. PUNCH - based on the Neil Gaiman graphic novel. Great people, great show, etc. So we were doing some puppet stuff and then I had to go and get my face cast so that they could build a mask.
They wrapped my hair in Saran Wrap, wiped Vaseline all over my face and then were going to put two straws in my nose before having me lie down and pour a thick algenate over my face which would then stiffen. Then they'd place strips of cloth over that and wait five minutes for it to harden.
So, I lay down with the strws in my nostrils and I closed my eyes. They started pouring the stuff on my face. It's dark when you close your eyes, but then it got darker. And darker. And the straws began to slip and I couldn't breathe out of my nose. And my mouth was covered, so I couldn't breathe through my mouth either. It was like being buried alive and smothered. I started to freak out.
This happened twice. I just couldn't do it. Everybody was really super-cool and understanding, but I was shaking for fifteen minutes. It was only later that I started to remember that my whole life I've always had the biggest fear of not being able to breathe. Rough day.
And fun Monday. Drove at 5am from Lindsay's then sacked out until 9 for work. Forgot my wallet, lunch at home and didn't eat breakfast. Then I get in and all hell has broken loose because one of the shows has lost thier main guest and we're scrambling to find a Latin designer in New York. To top that off, Gloria wants the list of designers I sent her months ago and it's disappeared from my computer. By now I'm a wreck with nothing in my system. This lasts for about half an hour before I can get something pulled together.
Oy.
Oh, and I still need a job. Anybody? Bueller?