We drink a whole bottle of whiskey in this play, or Fran drinks most of it, which meant that I needed to buy iced tea yesterday. And because Fran weirdly has no sweet tooth whatsoever, that meant unsweetened iced tea.

Have you got any idea how difficult it is to find unsweetened iced tea mix? I have no intention either of brewing tea every night or of having the stage manager do it, so that meant mix, and I had to go through the entire tea section and drinks section shelf by shelf. There's plenty of sweetened, and plenty of artificially sweetened, but only one kind of unsweetened.

That was in the very last place that there was too look before I would have had to break down and get the brew bags instead.

I went to the theatre very very early, got the programmes done, was able to putter around slowly and go through all of my lines and so on without having to rush. And how was the show? It was good, it went well, but for one thing.

It was kind of a huge thing, but it happened early in the show, and the rest of the show went so beautifully that it was almost possible to forget that it had happened. It was in Act I, when suddenly Philip went up on his line, and I was so thrown that I couldn't remember what it was that he was supposed to say, so I couldn't remember my line or how to rewrite it in order for it to make sense, so we just stood there for about fifteen seconds, which believe you me, is forever in silent stage time.

Finally, he cut us to the next section, thank Christ, but was so thrown by what had happened, that he was just babbling nonsense, and I was trying to help him by saying my next line whenever he got near a cue, but finally he just called for line. Onstage. In front of the audience. I was actually completely calm, he was panicked enough for everyone, and frankly it was the right thing to do, since he couldn't find his way out and I couldn't help him. But it was quite shocking.

The audience was so on our side after that, and as I said, the rest of the show went beautifully, except for Fran insanely putting the bottle on the pump at the end of II instead of leaving it by me (what is up with Fran and the bottle all of a sudden?), and it was good that it happened near the beginning of the show. You know, like if you screw up the dismount, that's what everyone remembers.

Omar was there, of course, and was very complimentary about my performance. We went out to the bar afterwards and had dinner and drank and kissed goodnight rather a bit more than usual. It was nearly everything that one might ask for in an opening night.

Today's horoscope:
Someone grows tired of all the talk. Make sure you don't outlast your welcome. Get back to work and redirect your energies. There are other ways to liven up your existence.

One year ago today:
"Why do they keep paging Elijah? Don't they know that they just have to leave the door open and have a glass of wine out and he'll come in!"

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