So yesterday Matt was supposed to come by to get the bench and bring it to the theatre, but he did not, and I waited for ages, putting off my rehearsal for an hour and everything, but he never appeared. This man needs a cell phone. Turns out he got caught in traffic for three hours and ended up having to turn around and go home.

I talked to Omar on the ride to rehearsal with Fran. I tried to talk him into coming into the city and spending some time with me between my rehearsal and the show, but he was reticent. I'm going to see him on Wednesday, and with that knowledge I am greedy to see him sooner. When we hung up, Fran asked "Who was that you were playing all hard-to-get with?"

So I decided to go in to see Lysistrata last night. I was going to go in on Saturday, but it was so crowded that I thought I'd go in on a night when they really needed me a little more. I am the best audience in the world for a comedy, ask anyone, and I like to save myself for emergencies.

It was fun! Silly and farcical, a real sex-farce. Some of it went a little Benny Hill for my tastes, but I was sitting in the front row next to an old couple who never laughed once, and I felt that I was responsible for the whole front row. They came in late, the old couple, and were seated exactly on the line "We have to give up fucking!" and didn't crack a smile. I knew then that they were in for a long evening.

Kirsten, in the title role, was terrific, John was terribly funny, and I really liked Liese, though she didn't hold for her laughs. None of them did, the naughty things. Nothing will make an audience stop laughing faster than the thought that they will miss funny things by laughing.

A cell phone went off during the show. I make a speech before every show telling them to make certain that their cell phones are off, and yet a phone went off during the show. From the light booth. The phone rang, then I heard these little feet tapping to the back of the booth and then this fumbling around before it stopped. Yep, it was the director's phone.

Afterwards I told him that my one note for the show was that he should listen to my damn speech!

Today's horoscope:
Fix a glitch before it becomes your personal problem. Communication is essential, but too much of it may not be helpful. You'll lose a measure of control if you let in even a wisp of panic.

One year ago today:
Well, yesterday's rehearsal was a great improvement on the days before's. I gave the actors a real dressing down and they took their heads out of their asses.

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