The day I spent $172,000 and other Curious Comedy updates.
When the $172,000 of grant money appeared in the bank account, Lesley and I stared at the balance total with big eyes. For an organization that struggles to keep our cash flow positive, it was a powerful, exciting and magical moment to see a huge number like that staring back at us.
However, as with most magical things in life, it was but a fleeting moment in time. The next day, we wired the money to our two equipment providers so they could begin the process of ordering and collecting all of the items for our project. And just like that, the money was gone. We transformed from princes back into toads. Once again, we were counting our pennies and biting our nails to make sure ends meet.
But, the great news is that money will come back to us in the form of lights, sound and camera equipment that will open more doors than we can even imagine for both the talent we host and record with it, and for the theater itself. It’s so freaking exciting I’m having a hard time sleeping.
At the same time, we’ve been working to get the theater remodel designs completed and approved by the city. This is the part of the project that we have to fund entirely. This is also the part that nightmares are made of - or at least Kafka novels and Terry Gilliam movies. We reached out to the original structural engineer who designed the mezzanine in the first place and, after weeks of trying to connect, we were finally able to reach him to design the new stairs. It’s such a tiny job compared to the huge commercial building projects happening in town, it’s hard to get people to make time for us. Luckily, he made time at a very reasonable rate and got the drawings and calculations done pretty quickly.
But when we went to the city, it wasn’t enough. They wanted architectural plans as well.
The first architect I talked to said it could cost “as low as $10,000” just to do the code research and drawings. When I balked at that price, he said, “well, it could be as low as $5000″ to which I said, “are you just throwing out random numbers to see what sticks? And I need to know the maximum, not the minimum, that it could be.” With the limited funds we have, I was panicking that it might all be spent before we even could begin actually remodeling.
But, we got lucky when my friend Joel connected me with an architect who cares about the theater and made the architectural designs and drawings for us at a deep discount since we’re a non-profit. Important note, he has also been so gentle and patient with me when I get stressy and intense. What a dream come true! If you need some work done, check out www.bblarchitects.com. Seriously. No. Joke.
We didn’t know if the city would approve our project “over the counter” or have to “take in” the designs which could take weeks. Because the Portland construction boom is at unprecedented levels of busy, we couldn’t get bids until we knew we were approved for permits. So, this has been another point of stress as the permitting/bidding/building process is creating a bottleneck which we have to squeeze through before the new equipment can be installed.
Last Friday was the day. I had the final drawings all printed and headed into the city and was sent to all the different people for an “over the counter” approval. It was quick, painless and totally pleasant. Right at the end, there was one concern in the structural design that I need to get more detailed, but they said if I did that and brought it back, we’d be good to go. I was so thrilled!
Monday and Tuesday we made the required changes, printed the revised plans, and then Wednesday I returned to the city permits office. This time, I was brought back to the desk of a woman who not only questioned everything that had been approved on Friday, but began QUESTIONING EVERYTHING THAT HAD BEEN APPROVED EIGHT YEARS AGO! IT WAS INSANE! I was there for hours.
I think my Dad would have been laughing laughing if he were watching that interaction from beyond. When I was a kid, anytime I asked for anything, my Dad would say no. Then I would argue and argue and cry and go away and then come back and argue more. He would get so mad and say, “why won’t you take ‘no’ for an answer?” and I would say, “because if I took ‘no’ for an answer I would never get to leave the house!”
It was those skills that my old school Dad inadvertently made me develop as a teenager that came in handy in that office. I kept saying to her, “you can’t just keep giving me different hurdles to tackle every time I come in here! I don’t have an infinite amount of time, money and energy to go back and forth making an endless sequence of changes.” Of course, they actually can and often do just that as they make people jump through their hoops. But I was stubborn and my Dad would have loved it. Especially because it wasn’t directed at him.
We eventually came to an agreement that if I could prove that the previous buildout was permitted, she would sign off over the counter. Chase - who had been throwing me support from the waiting room the whole time - and I went home, and miraculously found the permitted drawings from 2008 almost immediately. I scanned and printed them, brought them back five minutes before the office closed for the day. The woman I had talked with was gone for the day. I ended up being helped by a Wilfred Grimley look-a-like who immediately understood what was happening, carefully and skillfully put everything in order as it needed to be, and gave us our stamps and permit.
We’re ready to build! Except now, I need to find general and sub-contractors who aren’t booked through February.
Tomorrow, Curious has our big fundraiser - our first time doing a fun and weird Carnivale instead of a fancy gala. The All Jane Comedy Festival line up and headliners need to be chosen, confirmed and announced. We’re going to have to kickoff an on-line fundraiser once we know how much everything will cost. Plus, several other cool opportunities for me to perform have cropped up meaning I need to remember how to write and perform comedy.
These are exciting times. Busier than I intended when I made the New Year’s resolution that this year would be about doing fewer things, better. But, my heart leaps when I think about how once this is all done, I will finally have built the playground I have always wanted to play in. I hope and pray that I will get to shift the energy I have invested into building the playground into playing in it. The artist in me is ready to dominate my time and heart and mind and PLAY HARD.
Thank you all for all you do for Curious and for me and for the Curious community. This is quite a journey. Xoxoxox