Well, the show opened last night, and it went well. We outnumbered the audience, but there're 36 of us, so we are likely to usually outnumber the audience.

Why do I keep being in these shows where I have problems with curtain calls?

Last night, we took our two bows, and then stood there like ninkypoops with frozen grins waiting for the lights to fade. Finally, they faded enough so that I (the lead-off man) led off. Downstairs, David said, in a loud voice "I thought someone was in charge of leading us off!" and I said "That was me, and I had no intention of leaving in full light!"

After the show, I went into the lobby, and saw Geoffrey Tangeman and Mike (I can't remember his last name), and Geoffrey said "Don't kiss me, I'm sick" and we exchanged a few words, and then I walked away, and I was so mad I could spit, because NEITHER of them said "Good show" or "Nice work" or anything!

I mean, did they notice I was in the show?

If you know a person well enough that you have to warn them not to kiss you, you should fucking well say "Good show". It's only polite.

So, yesterday I'm walking down the street with John, and he said "Don't you love this weather? It feels like snow!" Literally 30 seconds later, it was snowing, and I don't mean little spitting snow, I mean big downy flakes. It only lasted 3 minutes, but that was enough for me to decided not to walk down the street with John again.

Or at least not until April.

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