So yesterday I had free tickets to the matinee of I'm Not Rappaport that Moira had gotten me, but I decided to not go and stayed home instead. What a waste! I hear the show is really good, and I really did want to see it, but I needed more than anything to spend an afternoon in my house, not moving.

And that's what I did. I wrote a back entry or two, I watched many many TiVoed episodes of Alias (at least four), and I attempted to decompress a little. There has been so much tension in the past few weeks that I cannot just shake it off like a dog after a bath like I usually do, I have to let it seep out slowly, like a leaky tire.

That doesn't sound right, because of course a dry dog is a desirable thing while a flat tire is not, but it's the best I can do at this time, simile-wise.

And then, it was the last show, last last last at last!

It did not go as well as the night before, but since that was a perfect meeting of cast and audience, it would not be possible for it to reach those heights again. It went very well, though. Philip was there, and since the show is basically his childhood, he howled like a wolf throughout most of it, and Cynthia and Gregg David and Winni were there and seemed to enjoy it a great deal.

And then it was over. I took some pictures, I gathered up my things (managing to forget my grandmother's cross hanging on stage right, but I'll get Kirsten to grab it for me), and I got the hell out of Dodge.

I wish we could have had a longer run, I wish Durang himself could have seen it, it was a really top-notch production, except for Alex, of course, who simply wasn't experienced enough for the role. I bear him no ill-will whatsoever, I like him very much, he just made the rehearsal process a little more difficult than it needed to be.

He asked to keep the cross that I made out of yardsticks for the crucifixion of the Baby Jesus in Pageant, and I let him, partially because I had no use for it, and partially because the idea of this little Jewish kid carrying a gigantic crucifix down the street just made me laugh like a drain.

I took a photo call before and after the show, and this was the first time that I was able to do a few digital photos as well as real pictures!

You lucky people...

"Outside the universe, where we go after death, is heaven, hell and purgatory..."

"You did it! All of you people out there!"

"Hello, my name's Mary, and his name is Joseph, we're parents of Jesus who isn't born yet..."

"And then came time for the crucifixion..."

"Did this man you didn't know well marry you before he left?"

"You're not spilling your seed like Onan, are you? That's a sin, you know!"

"...and he's a practicing Catholic, so now I am again, too!"
"I'd practice a little harder if I were you..."

"You're going to admit that everything is your fault, and then I'm going to kill you."

"You two can go so that I can finish my lecture."

Curtain call.

Lee, Lyle and Omar, waiting to go on.

Look at what a good little boy this is!

Moira and Alex.

I ran into the office afterwards, because I had meant to go in sometime during the weekend in order to mail out a gigantic pile of checks, but I never managed to. However, I also left them all over my desk because I was so certain that I would come back, which means that, if nothing else, I had to clear my desk.

So I stuffed them into envelopes and so on, not rushing, meandering, in a way, and then went to the mailroom only to discover that the lights were permanently off in that room, and I could not run the mail machine in the dark, a fact that I knew perfectly well but had forgotten, that they turn off half the lights at night.

Had I known, I would have cleared off my desk and left immediately, but there you go.

I went to the bar to see if Cynthia was ready to go, and she was sitting with Le who had a bag of clothes for us! I love it when Le is going through his closet, I love his big shirts, especially the ones with the cool patterns.

He said that Cynthia and I had to share, and there were a couple of jackets in there for me for when I go clubbing. Why he thinks I go clubbing, I'll never know, but hey, if it gets me free jackets, I'll start!

On the way home, I was remarking on how Le would never ever give up the shirt that I wanted the most, the green shirt with the balloons on it that I have been coveting for something like ten years. Sigh. How I wanted that shirt.

You know what happens next, don't you? We opened the bag in the living room, and there was the shirt! Yahoo! It had gotten a little frayed around the edges is why he decided to get rid of it at last, but I don't care a bit, I adore that shirt. My happiness is complete!

Today's horoscope:
Secrets become more complicated. Be aware of the power of information and think twice about the people with whom you share data.

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