It's my opening night, I'm absolutely exhausted, and it's snowing!!

I was so happy because I could sleep for as long as I wanted this morning, but I woke up at 11a and that was that. I literally ache all over. We teched last night and we just about died. Farce is hard.

I got up yesterday at 9a after not enough sleep for the millionth day in a row because I hadn't really put all of the books and videos together, so I had to choose the props and pack my big suitcase and so on. Then I realized that I had forgotten to pack the VCR and had to start all over again.

So I staggered out with my bags and my gigantic suitcase like I was taking a long journey and went to therapy. It was kind of a pain, since I had to go all the way downtown and was running too late to drop the stuff at the theatre first, and had to take a cab, but I was on time to therapy for practically the first time ever.

Then I went up to the theatre and met Moira so that we could get our furniture out in a leisurely fashion and have everything prepared for our tech at 8.30p. She and I were running the earlier tech for the 7p show so we just stayed and hung out until then, grabbed a little lunch at McDonald's.

The 7p show is a special project that is filled with non-company members, so they had to have the fear of God put into them regarding the touching of the set or the noise in the hallway.

The show was pretty good. There was one show that I hated completely as it started, but by the time it finished I was completely in love with it. It was so stylized that at first I didn't think that I could possibly stand more than five minutes of it, but at the end both Moira and I agreed that it was about the most original piece of theatre that we had ever seen.

Then was our tech, which was fairly horrible.

It was also our first time in the space, our first time with all of those props, actually our first time through without stopping! So it should have been off, but it shouldn't have been that bad. Omar, the playwright, had no excuse to be going up on the lines that he wrote quite as often as he did, and there certainly didn't need to be all of those fucking pauses that everyone was making.

Omar was sweating like a horse, to almost comic effect. I mean, he's a famous sweater anyway, he absolutely dissolves into a puddle every time he has to wear a coat onstage, but in this show he wears a thin t-shirt and he looked as though he had been swimming by the end of it. It was actually hilarious, like that flop sweat scene in Broadcast News. Moira wants him to wear a sweatband in the show now, but he promises that he won't sweat that much tonight.

On the other hand, we got some good laughs, the actors in the other show seemed to enjoy it, or parts of it, and a bad dress rehearsal means a good opening night, right? Right?

On the way home, we were on the bus and he put his arm around me and I put my head on his shoulder and said, "Monsieur le Chat is going to have no props and be on an empty stage." He agreed wholeheartedly.

Today's horoscope:
Some details aren't worth mentioning. Privileged information is too valuable to be used for cheap ammunition. If you must get angry, at least be honorable about it.

One year ago today:
Did Faith Hill stop at the Grammys on her way to her job at Show World or did she wake up late and not have time to get out of her night attire?

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