I think I wrote like ten entries yesterday. I have posted zero, chiding emails from Patrick or no, because I have to write another fourteen back entries before I can post anything. I refuse to leave another gap.

My goal is to be caught up by Sunday, which is certainly possible, but I always write less than I think I'm going to at the theatre and there are matinees both days this weekend.

Currently I'm catching up with Midwestgrrl (whom I totally have a girl-crush on, if for no other reason that she says "an historical blah blah blah" instead of "a historical blah blah blah) and Lindsay Smith. The former I just discovered and the latter I've been friends with for years, but haven't read her journal in so long that I just decided to start all over from the beginning again (The Abracadabra Club entry made me cry for five minutes just now, and it's not even sad!).

If I don't start posting this weekend, it is entirely their fault.

Decent house last night for Shrew and a personal best for the concessions! Twenty-six dollars!

And that was with not selling a single glass of wine, which, considering the known alcoholics in the audience, was awfully surprising. Most of it was $1 items--I sold ten of my dozen cupcakes, apple juices, stuff like that. And the Snapple has finally started selling! I sold one yesterday and one the day before. Only four more and they have paid for themselves.

I bought ice and another bottle of white wine, but I am still in profit. Hooray! The audiences are really picking up--I should do well this weekend. We'll see about next week, how it goes with one-acts, especially since those shows are usually done without intermissions.

Mark came and visited between his rehearsals, which was nice.

It was funny, actually. The buzzer rang during the show, and I thought, "Maybe that's Mark, come to visit." Now, I had no inkling that he was coming to visit during the show, he never has before, we get lots of doorbells during the show, and I only knew that it was probably a company member because he didn't lean on the buzzer, just poked it lightly.

But it was Mark! I recognized the shape of his ring.

After the show, Moira was having a birthday party at BB's, which I totally didn't feel like dragging my ass over to, but it was Moira and it was her birthday, so I went.

I didn't stay for too long, but it was fun. I saw friends, I had some mashed potatoes, and even though I forgot to say "No chives", it came with no chives, so I didn't have to spend ten minutes picking off the chives. And there was black forest gateau, which was a nice treat!

Le came, and it looks as though I might get to do a show when we go into my theatre in August. I am so excited! He asked me if I spoke fluent French, and I said no, and he added "On stage!" Well, of course I speak fluent French onstage!

So there might be a role for me in the Mary Cassat piece, or there is apparently a one-woman show for Big Shirley, my character in Bubbling. I'll take anything, I just want to work in my theatre, but to do a one-woman show in my theatre, that would be thrilling. You know, except for the fact that I don't pull an audience.

I went home and was starting to make more cupcakes (ten! I sold ten!), when Cynthia came down and asked whether Leslie had given me a dress for her.

Now, Leslie had a dress that she identified as a dress for Cynthia, but she did not tell me that it was for me to take to Cynthia. She said, "May I hang this dress for Cynthia in the box office?" and I assumed that she just didn't want to have it in her lap during the show, not that it was for me to bring home. Leslie sees Cynthia all the time!

Cynthia had to try it on that very night, so we got in the car and went back into the city. Luckily, I had gotten my keys back from the little ETC show that I am babysitting, so it was not difficult to get up to the theatre and grab the dress. There was a little traffic coming home, but mostly it wasn't too inconvenient.

But next time, I hope that Leslie might bring it to my attention that I'm supposed to bring the item home to Cynthia rather than expecting me to read her damn mind.

Today's horoscope:
The most important thing of all to you now is keeping the peace. That will show by the way you talk, the way you act and, most importantly, the care you take with tending to everyone's feelings.

One year ago today:
Which is quite unnecessary, trust me, because if I were fucking Sarah Jessica Parker I really would have to insist that Matthew Broderick was involved in some fashion.

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