SassyBlonde

There are always two things that I'm apprehensive about when I start off on another tour: who I'm going to be stuck with as a roommate and who I'll be stuck sitting next to on the bus. Not so much the music or the traveling itself-- that I can handle, but the interpersonal shit is always a crap-shoot, so you can understand my relief when I found out Canada was my roommate-- she's sassy and straightforward and hilarious and has brass cannon balls, and takes absolutely no shit from anybody doling it out. And she's a good musician too. (Major points for that one this time around.) As soon as I walked in the door of the hotel she greeted me from the lobby computer, telling me we were sharing a room. Woohoo! I thought, one down and one to go.

We rehearsed last night for three hours or so, learning the new show and each other, and boy let me tell you, it was pretty horriffic. I'm not exactly sure how well we're going to do this time out, because we've had a major turnover rate and there are a lot of new clueless faces. Sometimes we get the luck of the draw with new hires, but I think that this won't be one of those times. Not to mention the usual crowd of asshats that always seem to show back up on the bus who never knew what they were doing anyway. At least the wind section is rockin' out, with a new girl in for TinyFlutist, who had to bow out because of her regular gig. Cold comfort when the musical ceiling is falling on your head, but at least Sassy Jo and Cara and I are all in it together.

*sigh*

Maybe it will get better today. Six more hours of rehearsal to get it right, then we're on the bus and out to the wolves.