Got hammered again last night.

Hammered and screwdrivered and sawed and wrenched and 12 volt cordless drilled and any other tool analogy that you might lean towards.

I am not, however, hung over, because I did what I meant to do last time (long ago, three days ago) which is get to McDonald's before breakfast ends and get me a nice biscuit. Was it Columbine who said that eating something slightly greasy, like a biscuit, sort of soaks up the alcohol and you feel fine afterwards?

Well, whomever said it, they were right.

Shit, am I turning into one of those hedonistic journals that I can't stand reading, all about excess and aftermath? Well, probably not.

So, the show is over, and I am both relieved and sorry.

I was so scared that I would drop a line, because I was doing so up until the night before we opened. Did I ever tell that story? I was waiting for Fran to come home Tuesday night, and decided to spend the time looking over my script and finding the lines that I had been dropping and paraphrasing for a week, found a jillion of them, and it totally threw me off and I went up on every paragraph.

I will never do that again. I found a three line sequence that I hadn't said in ages and that I'm glad I put back, but though I am a big proponent of learning the script exactly, the day before opening is not the time to get all hung up on phrasing.

I never went up onstage, thank God. Never went up, never skipped, never dropped, all was well.

Last night's audience was extremely good. I was trying to get my 200 friends in the 7p show to stay and watch us, but another company member was having her 40th birthday party and everyone was going to that.

"Are you staying to see my show?"
"Well, um, Cecilia..."
"O, you'd rather go to the party than see me act?"
"But, you know..."
"It'll still be going on after my show is over, you know."
"Well, I..."
"In fact, you can leave right after my one act and not stay all the way to the end!"

That last sentence is something I never say, but the show was extremely long and I was on a mission to get audience. I actually ended up guilting two of them into staying.

The show really took off last night, after the people in the dressing room shut the fuck up. The show before us got off-stage and were like "Fuck this!" and started bowling, as far as I could hear. As Fran said, a troop of flamenco dancing elephants would have made less noise.

Le was there, and I heard him laughing in good places in a good way. The show was not a comedy by any means, but there were funny bits and I got alot more laughter than I ever had, but never at the really painful bits.

It turns out that Roe was there to surprise me, and boy was she surprised when the show ended and I had been at the bar for ninety minutes! I'm very annoyed that I missed meeting her. I just remembered that a reader had said that she might come, too, so I guess I really fucked up.

However, we both needed to get to the bar and start knocking them back in relief that it went well, and we did so.

Cynthia was working on Third Watch again (I think) and went into golden time with three meal penalties and didn't get out in time to see our show. So Fran and I drank out weight in alcohol, went home, relieved the babysitter, and proceeded to drink more until Cynthia came home.

One thing that I really enjoyed about doing this show is that Fran and I are friends now, real friends. I mean, we've known each other for eight or nine or ten years, have been living in the same house for two, we've always liked each other and yes, been friends, but it was always through Cynthia. He was my friend because I'm best friends with his wife, I was his friend because I was his wife's best friend, but now we have a relationship that goes directly to each other without going through a third person.

And of everything that occurred during or due to this show, that's what I'm the most glad about.

Today's horoscope:
Tell the one nearest and dearest to you how much you love him/her. NOW is the time to say it--right out loud.

One year ago today:
Anyway, it was marginally less sucky last night, and who knows, maybe it will end up not sucking at all, but I'm not holding my breath, or anything else for that matter...

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