So yesterday I got out of work early for rehearsal. Yes, rehearsal! For the play that is opening in 11 days and I haven't seen two of my actors since the first read-through, that rehearsal! The one that got canceled at the last minute!

One of my actresses is an observant Jew, so we were going to have rehearsal from 6p to 8p so that she could make it on the subway before 8.10p--as long as she swipes her Metrocard before then, she's not breaking the Sabbath.

Another of my actresses, the one whose apartment we were rehearsing at, was stuck at work and called me at the last minute to tell me that she couldn't get out. So I called everyone else, all of whom were on their way and almost there and so on, and canceled.

There was no way that we could start late, because we couldn't go any later than 8p, so we just canceled. I know that we are behind, but it's only two hours we won't be having, no need to panic. And then I started thinking about exactly how little time we have had and how little time is left, and I started to panic.

We do have lots of rehearsal with weekend, and I know I'll feel better after that, but at this point, I'm a little edgy.

The funny thing was that I had done all kinds of backflips making certain that I was covered for the box office and everyone knew how to do everything, and I ended up being there after all.

I let my usher go in and watch the show, and I was hanging around in the hallway, bored and hot, and then I thought that I'd run downstairs and see half of the first act of Troilus again. Then I had to stay to the end of our show so I could do Tony's stupid light cue, but the good thing about Troilus being a three hour long show is that I was able to see the last hour of it.

Now, I don't know if it was because it was better than on opening night, or because I was used to the things about it that I hate, or because I only saw half the show, but I liked it much better this time! And some of the things that I didn't care for, now I dig, like Chubby Cressida. I still hate her damn fakey British accent and think she should dress in a manner that makes her look better, but why can't there be a fattish leading lady? Go, Chubby Cressida, Go!

Mark didn't make faces, and was just terrific, and I noticed something about Hector that I called him on afterwards. "You're Sonny and Paris is Fredo and Troilus is Michael, you can't fool me!" And I was right, they had totally planned it that way.

I'll probably see it again. Not tonight, though, there is only so much of some of the other parts of the show I can take all in a row.

Today's horoscope:
Your desire to be organized is being thwarted by the sheer volume of stuff that's coming your way. Never fear; you'll sort it all out soon enough, and you'll find some pretty sweet stuff in the mix.

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