The Load out of Kinky Boots
One good thing about Seattle is that street parking is free on Sunday.
Down side is working downtown that means I have to get there pretty early to snag parking close to the theatre.
Which made me remember Pronto.
Then I get in and we dump some boxes.
Just a few not too many but enough to do about an hour and a half and get us ready to get the show out.
Box call, as we call it, are pretty easy things and give us enough info and idea of how the road crew wants to take a show out.
In this instance it was interesting that we had very few electrics boxes coming off the trunk.
Interesting thing to note but maybe it’s part of the plan.
Now after a box call I’ve been going to Lou Lay because it is delicious and nearby. Not the cheapest around but giving the long hours I’ll have it’s not a big deal and having some wonderful eggs benedict will make the day easier to get through.
Now the weather turned.
Nothing like the impending doom of rainy weather to make a load out seem so much better.
Yet we did a show and by the time the load out started the rain would be a distant memory and we would have clear chilly weather.
Which is a good thing because pushes boxes in the rain sucks.
Doing the work of a load out sucks.
And slipping while pushing a heavy box becomes all the easier when the road is slick.
Also remember when I mentioned that there were no electrics boxes? Well we needed those. some things got loaded in different boxes and in Denver things will be a touch interesting as they unload them and find things in the wrong boxes.
Now had things been in the alley during the box call some of that confusion could of been avoided Some of the waiting could have been avoided and some of the pacing up and down alley wondering where boxes were could have been avoided.
Still we got them out of the theatre just after last call.
Riding that night was a bit tougher with my tired legs and the weight of the Pronto bikes but it beat walking and it really beat paying for parking.
But I got home too a shower and went to bed.
When I woke up I knew it was time for a bit of a joy ride.
I hadn’t been to Voula’s in a while and the other day I read about their delicious breakfasts and figured I might as well.
A bit farther than Morsel but not so close that it isn’t much of a trip.
I started my trip and it was a bit chilly with a shining sun and some looming clouds but nothing ominous. Not high winds that cause me to pedal down a hill or dark clouds where I wish I wore a rain coat.
Just a slightly cold morning heading down the Burke Gilman for some breakfast.
Everything about Voula’s reeks of a Seattle I never knew but wish I had. Wonderful greasy spoon atmosphere, good prices, tasty feeling food, and a sign starting that they start serving at one time but you can have coffee until the grill is hot.
Also their Greek hobo is a thing of beauty. True it was on Diners, drive thru, and Dives but that’s not too bad. Once upon a time getting a visit from that Guy was a good thing…. or felt that way. After all Bizarros got one and they are great too.
There is one bike rack in front, and it’s a little off the Burke so either taking a hill down or going along Northlake which could go either way depending on the industrial traffic.
Nearly 8 and a half miles round trip and j got to peek in at Fremont brewing and their new expanded space.
My bike share for arrived a couple of days ago.
I had been wanting to try it out but didn’t quite feel it until yesterday.
Hell having 2 and a half hours off didn’t hurt and not really knowing what do with myself was the ultimate incentive to borrow a bike and see how it goes.
I forgot my helmet but was in luck that right now they have some helmet for use,
Downside is they are a bit small for my giant head.
I felt for a moment that I might have to cry myself to sleep on my giant pillow.
I mean I’m not going to pretend I didn’t ride for a bit only wearing my flat cap but I did ride for a bit with my flat cap as the only means of head protection.
Yet I did have a nice trip down the new Second Avenue bike lane, into Pioneer Square, just cut the edge of the International District, then down along the waterfront.
It was a good ride except I had some bike problems.
I kept having an odd slipping in the gears which made the ride less than ideal but still it was good.
Hit the repair wrench on this station and killed some time looking at scenery then I grabbed another bike and continued.
Now this second bike was good but the front tire was a little flat.
Not terrible but noticeable.
Yet as I was going through Myrtle Edwards Park I had a cyclist ride along side me for a bit.
He asked what I thought about the bikes and to be honest besides the weight, a few problems, they are nice.
Quick trips through downtown were made faster by the bike and if there was a pump at the stations it’d be really useful for flat tires.
Doesn’t hurt I got a discounted membership because of my job with the City of Seattle but that was pure luck as I had been considering joining even before that.
Yet as I took a moment to regard West Seattle I realized this was a good idea.
One thing I really like is the lights on the bike.
Having the generator is making me wonder what it would take to have that on my bike.
Might be a handy thing and it may not.
But it doesn’t matter that this was a good ride and a good use of my break.
Going to say the 10 mile ride to Golden Gardens counts but just barely.
See I was having a drink with a friend at the Whiskey Bar in Belltown when the reality of my next day became clear. Instead of heading home I went for a ride and visited Leif.
To make it count I had a bottle of Starbucks Coffee because no where serving coffee was open. I guess I could have swung by the lock spot and had a coffee and whiskey but this seemed as good a bet as any.
Also I managed to get there and take this just before some rain started.
I will count it all around win.
As for bike friendliness it went like this. The 7 11 didn’t have a rack but the Red Mill nearby did. There was a rack by Leif but it wasn’t covered so my bike would have gotten soaked if I stayed longer.
Still it was a good ride and a nice view.
Today was a blur.
First off being out of department has been a nice change.
While I normally run a spot I will say it have been fun to be on the rail for this show.
A Bus man’s Holiday as one of our sound crew described it and I have to agree.
Change of scenery, good company, and not too difficult.
Sure I have 8 cues and worry about falling asleep but frankly it’s a good time even if I have no idea what is happening in this show besides something about saving business by attracting niche markets.
You know the usual about surviving in the global economy.
Still it’s been real fun and while we have a week left I’ll be happy to return to my light and my usual job but it is good to take time and play in other departments… even if I don’t get to have my name spelled wrong on the spot tag.
So two shows and a concert load out.
Good times, fun times, the best of times.
Made better by the fact that it was easy.
At one point I am breaking down some platforms and a road guy asks me about my double dipping and I explain I have a gig elsewhere but like my benefits with the city so I take the outs when I can. The part I don’t explain is how good it is to not be charge.
Not only not in charge but so far removed I can turn my brain off and just do the work as told.
As I told a fellow hand once when there were six of us walking to a road guy that asked for four just before I stopped, “Let’s hold back because he wanted 4 and I can count.”
It’s a good change even if it hardly keeps my skills sharp but it does let me be stress free because it’s not my gig. Do what you’re told, how you’re told, and don’t argue. Unless it’s dangerous then you fucking argue all day long.
But hey that’s me and that makes it interesting.
Also interesting is bike in work boots.
Man alive steel toes with some wind and going up the few hills into work.
I thought my legs were lead and the weight of the whole procedure impossible.
Biking in nearly every day and going for longer rides has given me extra strength but there are times that it all feels for naught as I wake up some mornings and it’s just as hard as the first day I rode to Gasworks Park.
No matter what can be said about the load out it was a quick one.
2 and a half hours and we were out and my crew got great swag.
Seems they ran out of video local crew shirts and we got Eugene specific soft as a cloud merch t shirts.
In addition the road guys were quite nice and this was a bonus.
I’m glad I went into work last night.
Man what an odd day.
Started out overcast and some rain.
So I had considered not riding because while I sort of have some rain gear I have no rain gear.
Biking as with regular life I prefer wool to synthetic for rain wear. It’s good and all except for the extra weight that comes.
Any way I threw on my wool coat and headed out.
Little drizzle but the wind.
When I went down hill on second it was blowing so hard that I had to peddle against it.
That was not something I ever thought I’d have to do.
Then as I head home it’s a nice cool evening.
No idea what is happening.
Know what seems like a good idea on a day off?
And a great place for biscuits is Morsel.
While there is one which opened up across the street I figured going to the one in the U District was a better challenge and then I can do my Coffeeneur for the day off.
Off I got and down the Burke Gilman Trail to the U District.
On the way I noticed this sign.
Didn’t know such a service was needed but then I remember back to the Fourth of July where the Locks had far too many bikes for the few racks that they have. Usually enough for day to day but when it’s something big like a holiday or a football game.
But none the less good to know.
So there was a small hill as I got to Morsel and it wasn’t too bad.
Sure it ended up in Sharrows and I’m not a huge fan of those but thankfully the drivers seemed a bit used to bikes or weren’t too pissed at me. Down side about the way I ride is I’m not the fastest person around even if I have been getting quicker.
So I made it to Morsel and it was packed in there.
Hell it is usually packed in there. Even when it was Nook and I lived on Magnolia and would try to find the hours and google felt I was looking for the Nook, which was a wine bar in the Village, and I would sit yelling my computer while my cat look on in odd amusement.
But that’s all in the past as I believe both Nooks have closed.
After my order I am informed that it’ll around 25 minutes before my food is ready and am I ok waiting I reply, “No problem at all.” See I can look around and know in 25 minutes someone will leave and I will be able to steal their spot.
Which I do.
Now they gave me a cup of coffee with a saucer.
Cup and saucer is the way to go. I really enjoy that. Once a long time ago I happened to buy a huge cup with saucer at Ikea to the amusement of my friends. None knew that I enjoyed my coffee with a saucer and even my family finds it a touch amusing. But there is something quite nice about a cup and saucer.
Man alive the biscuit was good and unfortunately knowing another location opened near me makes this no better.
Stupid good food.
I finish my biscuit and coffee and head north figuring I’d go around Green Lake.
And then I end up trying to go up Phinney Ridge let me tell you is a pain.
Hills are a pain.
Hills will always be a pain.
Even though they are getting easier and easier they are still a pain.
But I make it to the top and as I’m going up to 65th before descending home I see this.
Way to go Sully’s.
I dig you style and need to visit more.
Load in started at 8am today.
That is after a full day of an advance tomorrow.
Not terrible but when it’s hour forty before house opens and I’m wearing a harness waiting to finish the box boom focus things may not be going according to schedule.
But we had a show.
It all more or less worked out.
There are some moments that the load may have been done better and some tweaking that will occur in the run of Kinky Boots but right now we had a show and loading into the Fifth Ave is a bit tricky and doesn’t always go according to plan.
Then on my ride home some for was rolling in.
It looked pretty cool in my head lamp but it means that Autumn is here and time to break out the wool.
It looked more impressive in person and it may not have been that thick of a fog but it was still neat.