dress rehearsal and he who shall not be named

Tonight (w/orch.) went really well.
There is still tomorrow to have the 'bad' dress and then the 'good opening'. The acoustics in this theater are just so singer friendly, that there really is nothing to do but smile and sing your heart out. It feels so good. Never pushing, never worrying, never for a split second wondering about balance, direction of the voice, whether you're blocking has you too far upstage to carry. It's the best.

What I was feeling today- SO tired.
I went to bed at 3:30am last night, and as I sit and compose this it's already 1:30am.

Know why?
Harry Potter.
I'm not even kidding.

I don't even really CARE about the series or the movie, and I'm only reading book 5 right now. AND the only reason I picked it up, is because since I'm at a gig I didn't bring what I was ACTUALLY in the middle of, Atlas Shrugged, because it was too heavy.
So I asked friends here if they had any reading materials (besides some of the Shakespeare in the apt. that I already thumbed through), and they had Harry Potter.

I haven't read 1,2,3,and 4 since undergrad, but I figured why not just pick it up for some evening reading?

NO.
BAD IDEA.
It's like constantly waiting for SOMETHING to happen, some part of the story that I can say- ok, that's a good place to stop. And then put the book down and turn the light off.

But nothing BIG happens. It's just that something happens in every chapter that you say, well maybe it will START to be resolved in the next chapter...and I read on.

I'm usually like this with books.
Read most of them in one or two sittings, love staying up at night to finish a some quality Rushdie, Dostoevsky, Russian and French literature and of course the Brits and their plays into the wee hours of the morning. But these 600 pagers! I tell you, I was really in pain today when I woke up after going to bed so late.

Well, I guess I'll torture myself again this evening, but I really want to finish the book already! So that I can pick up something that is actually worth staying up until 3:30am and suffering the next morning because of it.

Sometime soon- a post on operas in English. That are meant to be in other languages.