So last week, while Greg was here, I also received a whole new cast, director and show to put up. We knew it was happening, and Greg was amazing about how much time I needed to spend away from him in rehearsal.
Sad thing is, I started coming down with a wicked flu a couple of days into the week, so basically, if I wasn't in the theatre rehearsing, I was sleeping. I have no idea how I got through it. Oh wait, yes I do. Greg. He got me drugs, and soup and let me sleep and spooned me... Greg is amazing. That is why I am marrying him.
My sister is here with me this week, and tried on the dresses that I am thinking about for her and Greg's sister. They're cute.
And now, my sister is sick. Fun. Poor gal comes for a visit, and I sleep for days on end leaving her to explore Guatemala by herself, and last night she came down with food poisoning. Barfy. The Medical Centre gave her a shot of some anti-barf drug, and she's been sleeping all day.
We are a living testament to "party".
And so now I wait for our Letter of Agreement. I was under the impression it would take 2 weeks from sending back our room block and stuff, and it'll be three weeks tomorrow. Yargh. Waiting is my weakest point.