Okay, it's Christmas countdown with a vengeance, now!

Last year I was all "send me something with a winter theme, I don't want to go too Christmas-y" but this year this was exactly what I wanted. Santa porn.

So, the show is closed.

It kicked ass again last night, they were so solid. Cliff and Cynthia were like rocks all along, but Sabine, who is a little bit more of a racehorse, needs to sort of ease into the role, and she just was better and better every time she did it. I was astounded at her work yesterday and the day before--not that I disliked what she was doing before, far from it, I just wasn't aware that her work could be so full and rich.

The funny thing was that the character she played is pretty much Pamie, even if every word that came out of her mouth wasn't entirely her, the sensibility and rhythm was, and she actually looks like Pamie! So much so, that when we were shooting pictures after the show, in calling her over I said "Okay, Pamie, come over here and stand stage left. I mean Sabine!"

Of course, for a show entitled Guacamole Toes, there must be guacamole, and the stuff that we used for the rest of the run went bad, so both Cliff and I accidentally bought some more last night.

He got the good kind, the homemade kind, and I got what they had a the supermarket, but I decided to put his in my container, because it said "GUACAMOLE GUACAMOLE GUACAMOLE" on it, which I thought would help tip off the audience that it was, well, guacamole.

So I went into the bathroom to get the guac out of the container. I was going to put it down the sink, when Cynthia called it to my attention that it was as thick as spackle and might not go down in a co-operative manner. So I put it down the toilet.

At one point it looked like it might be stopping up said toilet, but thank goodness it went down. Cynthia imagined a scenario where Love Creek was requested never to return to Creative Place Theatre "following a mysterious guacamole incident. Would the responsible parties please contact Le!"

Afterwards, I shot a roll, then Fran and I rehearsed.

We wouldn't get to rehearse in the space before tech otherwise, and I really wanted to try out the door and feel the size of the space and, especially, rehearse at full volume.

I have to yell and scream in this show, you see, and when we rehearse at home usually I have to worry about waking children, and even if I didn't, I'd worry about somebody calling the police. "There was a woman yelling at somebody named Alfred, officer, she was shrieking like a banshee! You'd better go check!"

When I got home, there was a package from Amazon, and we were very thrilled, something that we ordered had come, and so quickly, too!

So I opened it up, and it was a present. I mean, a wrapped present! For me!! Someone's been at that wishlist!

But I don't know who. I'm not opening it even to see who it's from, so I sure hope that it's from someone to whom I'd give a present as well, otherwise there'll be that dreadful sinking feeling. On the other hand, I'm planning on giving presents to a few people this year that I've never gifted before, just because I thought of something really great to get them, and I don't expect to get anything in return.

Hopefully, Mysterious Giver will feel the same (if need be).

Ahem. I think that horoscope (below) just may be incorrect. Perhaps it is true for all of the other Virgos, but not me!

Today's horoscope:
A desire to truly scale the heights of ecstasy can lead to inspired lovemaking tonight (but don't expect the earth to move).

One year ago today:
I find it faintly horrifying to think that I am actually less appealing than Linda Tripp!

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