The last two weeks have been particularly busy. Long days, late nights, teaching an additional class, and trying to work on an incredibly complicated show (16 characters).
I'm working with two other interpreters and two of us have been to Juilliard; so we are trying that approach to this show since we are working with 7 interpreting students. They have been doing amazing work and should be proud of their accomplishments. The cast and crew have been unspeakably kind, including us in their process, and have been encouraging of having the interpreters there. They were even all good with having the show "interpreted" by the three lead mentors, while the students would watch, learn (hopefully), and work their own process. On Thursday, the final dress/first preveiw, we had the students interpret the show. Live. We actually had a few deaf people in the audience.
They weren't perfect by any stretch of the imagination, but the simple fact that they got up there, in the light, in front of the stage, and did the whole show themselves was a feat to be celebrated. Lots of moments of crashing and burning, but they muscled through. Kudos, congrats, and commendations to all of them!!
Last night was the actual interpreted performance. As it was also interview day for the new class of incoming ITP students, we had to be at the college early, and be there all day. I drove to my colleage and team's house, dropped my car and he drove us to the college. After 9 hours of interview and discussion, we grabbed a quick bite before hitting the theatre for the actual interpreted performance.
We. Were. Awesome. Having three interpreters made a world of difference, and the three of us work so well together, it's amazing. Afterward, to celebrate, we went out for drinks at a bar downtown. I didn't get back to my car until around 2 am.
As he pulled in behind me, I could see my car in his headlights...missing my rear license plate. Fuck-a-doodle-doo. Just what I wanted to deal with at 2 am on a Saturday. I drove home and called the police to make a report (since someone has my license, with my registration tags, doing who-know-what kinds of nefarious activity). They said they'd send someone out but it would be a while.
I fell asleep on the couch with my phone on the loudest ring possible so when the police arrived they could call me to get in my gate. I woke up at 6:30, to no phone call, and tripped my exhausted butt to bed.
I still haven't heard from the police, and have a million errands to run. I'm guessing I'm just going to have to take my front plate and put it in my back window (illegal in California), and carry my registration reciepts with me so when I get pulled over--which I have no doubt will happen--I can at least prove that I registered my car. A least when they run the plate they'll see the documentation that I called it in.
A total downer on an otherwise "high" of a night.
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