So the show opened last night, and wasn't too bad.

Henry wins the "Save the Day" award, though, for when Elysabeth totally went up on her line about telling him not to run down the collie dog, which leads to a whole monologue, so they were just sitting there silently until he, with great courage and alacrity said, "I almost hit that collie dog!" and all was saved.

Al's chair placement left something to be desired as well, but if those are the only problems that we will ever have, that's fine by me.

The real problem of the night was not the show but the programme.

Deb was supposed to have made it, but she misunderstood that we opened last night and hadn't made copies. She did have the original, so when her show was over (she was in the 7p evening, my show was the 9p evening, in case you were confused) she was going to run over to Kinko's and make 20 copies, just to hold us over until the next day.

Her ex-husband was there, though, so he volunteered to go over for her. When he came back he said, "It cost $42."
"I beg your pardon?"
"It cost $42."
"How could it possibly cost $42 for 20 programmes?"
"They were two-sided, and it was a dollar a page."
"How could it possibly have cost $42 a dollar a page?"
"I used the express machine, I know you needed them quickly, and it was a dollar a page."
"Richard, you used the color copier."

So these programmes that should have cost $2 cost an extra $40. Which I did not re-imburse him for, I'm going to talk to Deb about it tomorrow. For the remainder of the evening, whenever conversation flagged, either the usher or myself would suddenly exclaim "forty-two dollars??!!" I may never get over it.

When I got home, I went upstairs and found in the mail that finally, after weeks of waiting, we got the rights for Moon For the Misbegotten.

I should be excited about doing it, but I'm so not, because we need to get John to agree to do it as well as get Philip to agree to direct it. If John says no I don't know what we'll do, because that's a hard role to cast, and if Philip says no I don't know what we'll do, because it's a hard play to direct, so until everything is actually set, I refuse to think as though I'm actually going to play that role.

Lenten entries missed:

Sherry wrote about the joys of a good bath, what drives her crazy, and proved herself to be a dangerous opponent to any locked doors.

Today's horoscope:
Conditions may be a little tight for great strides, but you can inch your way along toward whatever progress you can make. Keep on truckin'.

One year ago today:
I hope we get a full cast soon, though, because the director isn't very good at reading in the role. Which is odd, since I've seen him act and he's quite good, but I guess when he has his director hat on, well, that director can't act.

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