I Came Down Like Water

I enjoy make up a little too much. Especially my eye make up, Asphyxia, from Urban Decay. (www.urbandecay.com ) It's this fucked up purple. And yesterday our break from Rocky was over and it was time to whip out the make up and get pretty (or creepy depending on your point of view).
Thursday's show really made me wish there was a Wednesday pick up. It took me a little while to find the rhythm of the show - not my best. There were a lot of little nuances I missed. Of course, every show to me has to be compared to last Saturday's show, if we can hit that level again or go beyond it - I'll be happy. I did spit polish some old man's shoes last night, that was fun. It was a choice, anyway.
Tonight is our first double bill - 8 pm and 11 pm - and I'm ready for that, I had more energy after yesterday's show that when we started. I don't think that's going to be a problem for me. Wind me up, watch me go. Pinball. Bing, bing, bing. Plus, being sweaty and exhausted will give us phantoms what I think of as the 'toy train that's been running too long' vibe, burning gears, you know.
Steve let me borrow his copy of The Velvet Goldmine soundtrack -- love it, this is going to be my 'getting ready' music tonight. Which may just mean playing 'The Ballad Of Maxwell Demon' over and over.
And, Gentle Reader, you'll be pleased to find out that the stupid, pointless grope sessions that the director had all the phantoms do last week have been cancelled. Damn, now I don't get to have MY diva moment!! I went in there yesterday ready to call the whole operation bullshit (I mean, the director was joining in on these things! Come on, justify that!). I don't know who handled it, like four people claimed to be the one that put a stop to it, but my thanks goes out to them.