So on Thursday night I banged out my column without procrastinating one bit, and yesterday I sent the colour proofs to Michelle, finally bought the present that I send to all of my pregnant friends and sent it to Deb, then learned my first act lines on my way to rehearsal!

I told Cynthia all of this, and since I can normally spend a week without accomplishing anything at all, let alone four things that need doing in two days, she was appropriately astonished.

Fortunately, though, at rehearsal I was not required to demonstrate my knowledge of my first act lines, since we open in less than two weeks and hadn't yet touched the second act!

So we rehearsed for two hours and...

Blocked five minutes of the second act.

We skipped Sam's long monologue, since that had been rehearsed separately, so I guess that we have the first ten minutes down, but still! We stopped before my big scene in the second act where I call Cora the Whore of Babylon while the rest of the cast sings "When the Roll is Called Up Yonder"!

So, only twenty-five more pages to block in the week and five days we have until opening! No prob.

I love the hymns we sing in this show.

They're all Protestant hymns, and though of course I love the Catholic hymns (we can claim a bunch of the best Christmas carols, for one) and I love singing in church, in my heart of hearts I know that the Protestants (especially the Baptists, though I do have that bad Catholic habit of lumping all of the Protestant denominations together) have the best hymns.

And I only ever get to sing them in shows!

The difference between Catholic and Protestant hymns are that the Catholic ones are mostly about "A long time ago, Jesus did such-and-such," and the Protestant ones are like "Me and Jesus, right now this second, side by side."

Interesting how the Protestant hymns are so self-oriented. The three we are singing in this show go:

"And he walks with me, and he talks with me, and he tells me I am his own..."

"When the roll is called up yonder I'll be there..."

"Yes, we'll gather at the river, the beautiful, beautiful river, gather with the saints at the river that flows by the throne of God..."

Now, I'll certainly admit the likelihood that Lanford Wilson chose these particular me hymns on purpose, but I can think of tons more without straining myself, and not a single Catholic one that does the same.

Either we're too guilty to emphasize ourselves so, or we figure that everyone knows that Catholics are terribly important--I mean, we don't go around talking about how the sky is blue all the time, do we? It just goes without saying!

Cynthia, who is some form of Protestant or another, finds the "Catholicism is the norm, Protestants are one step up from heathen" attitude that Fran and I have to be terribly funny.

Fran will tell a story about how his Irish Catholic grandmother once grudgingly admitted that Protestants do, in fact, go to heaven, or I'll tell about how if I go to a Protestant service and take communion, it doesn't actually count and I still have to go to go to mass, and Cynthia will laugh and laugh.

Today's horoscope:
You need a sense of security as well as adventure today. Go a bit afield with family members for recreation.

One year ago today:
"To wash my vagina!"

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