01 July 2009

Nauvoo Pageant (rehearsals), day 3

I can't even remember what we did this morning. Oh, we laid sod. Story: so there's this big field where they hold games and activities before the pageant, and it happens to have flooded recently and be rather muddy and hard to use, not to mention barren of grass. So they got some local member to volunteer his lawn, cut it up into chunks and drove it over to the field, where whenever a trailer arrived we ran off and unloaded it onto the ground. He must have had a huge yard, because there were at least 5 large trailer loads of sod.

We were out on the stage this morning, went over the first half of the pageant, had district meetings, and, I think, learned a bit of what followed. Lunch. Then music practice at the high school. Got our actual costumes. I wasn't assigned a hat, even though one of the sisters distributing costumes swears that everyone is supposed to have a hat. Did I mention I get to wear a cravat? It's blue. And awesome.

Dinner. Again we rushed to inhale enough calories for the rest of the night. This was because (a) we had to wait for Jorgen to be fitted for a pallbearer costume (NB: I had an urge to spell that "paulbare" for some reason.), (b) we went shopping, and (c) we happened to lock ourselves out of the condo. We got back in with assistance from the administration.

Back to the stage. We learned the rest of the show. The second half is really kind of boring. Lots of standing around and acting sad and/or working hard. Joseph goes to Carthage, dies, and then Brigham Young's in charge and makes us build the temple. Then we get kicked out. (Sorry I spoiled the ending for you.) It really is a very powerful story, despite the way I've trivialized it here. I do wish it had included a bit more historical detail, but I'm kind of a stickler for that. Anywho, that ended the day.

I really ought to be more friendly and conversant with the other cast members. Why does it have to be so difficult? And why do the young men have to act like...young men?

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