Morning comes hard

We're performing The Crucible for a couple of schools tomorrow. At 9:15 am. Call time? 7:45. That isn't even right. Then on with the rest of the run.

We were received well, at least as well as a show like this can be. Family and friends told me, "great performance, too bad we hate The Crucible." Sigh. I guess you can't blame them for that one. It starts off down and takes you on a three hour trip farther downward. There's no light moments. The very few brief ones you can find are instantly crushed by the next line. I guess it's a love it or hate it thing.

One thing I've always hated are matinees. Hate hate hate them. The one saving grace to them is all the senior folks who come out to them. They're always a treat.

The performances themselves were great. Lots of tasty moments on and off stage. Great things I'll remember for years.

I don't want to get up in the morning.

Opening Night

The thrill of opening night. If you haven't done it, you wouldn't know. If you have, I don't need to describe it to you. I always try to steal a second on stage before the house opens, just a second of quiet.

Last night was exactly the performance I was hoping for. Everybody ramped it up a notch. The audience was smallish, but we were received more than extremely well. I couldn't be happier. At that last moment before the lights die, I knew without a doubt that I am glad, truly, deeply glad, to have been a part of this show.

Now let's hope I don't screw the pooch in the next week and a half.

Do you feel lucky, punk? Well, you are one of the undead, so I guess that already disqualifies you on the lucky scale. So, uh, ok...do you feel less unlucky, punk?

Sing along everybody!

Because it's THRILLER!

Thriller night...

Me=Badass

Do you smell something funny? Cause I smell something funny.

(That swamp was a real swamp and it stank like hell.)

This is where I get one of my favorite lines ever. "Hell's army has risen." I am sooooo Ash

This is my jaunty eyepatch look: