The trip to New Orleans was incredibly eventful for Mrs. Rogue and I. We got jobs, we found some wonderful houses, learned our way around the city and had a mid-sleet storm crawfish boil. But time did not stand still in Ruston while we were away. My little excursion (necessary as it might have been) cost me a whole week of rehearsals for the upcoming production of "Zorro" and it shows. The cast did well in my absence (amazing, I know, but true) loosely blocking almost all the fights, and working interior scenes (most of which did not involve everyone's favorite bumbling Sergeant). There was also a ton of set construction done while I was away (not that there isn't a ton more left to do). The cast themselves had an eventful week as well, with at least three crew members coming through the Easter weekend (and the infamous "Stage Combat Workshop") with injuries, one of them quite severe. Our costumer has been laid low with a severely broken leg (she's doing much better now after undergoing surgery yesterday), which means that this weekend's rehearsal (originally scheduled as a stumble through with costumes and lights) has been radically altered (it's now a workday with only minimal rehearsals).
The fact that I've done a lot of theatre over the years has enabled me to swing back into things pretty well. I don't look that far behind most of the rest of the cast, but I'm definitely behind where I should be with line memorization (reminder: less "American Idol" more line work). We are (as our director so politely pointed out last night) two weeks away from opening, and we will be ready. It just never seems that way at this point in the rehearsal period. As "Shakespeare in Love" put it: