I'm batting 1.000 in the whiny bitch World Series this week, methinks. Last night's rehearsal sucked flaming dog's ass. Everybody's energy was all fucked up, we started late, some folks were out, more folks were sick, and I couldn't remember the lines I'd worked on all afternoon.
It happens. Every single show you hit a point where the energy required to go through rehearsals is not quite matched by the energy that folks have left after dealing with their day jobs and other real-life issues. And it usually happens a little more than a week before opening, so we're right on schedule.
Doesn't make me any happier about it. I know it will all come together, we've got a good show at the root of it, we just need a little more polish on it and it'll be good.
Eventually. By August, we should have this shit down cold.