So I survived my put-in rehearsal in Philly. The theater got permission to videotape the show for my reference, and I spent all day Saturday watching it. Over and over and over. And I went to see the show once, too. All in all, I lived The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales for, like, nine hours.
I'm not going to go into how pathetic it felt to spend my birthday cloistered in a room in Philadelphia watching The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales, devoid of human contact.
The nice thing is that my sisters Sue and Lois and my brother Patrick called and sang "Happy Birthday to You" to me. And I got a call from Fozzie as well, which was extra nice.
So all in all, it wasn't so bad. Lord knows, I'll never forget how I spent my 42nd birthday.
Sunday, we did the put-in rehearsal, and then the cast of the show invited me out to share drinks with them as they toasted Christopher Mullen, the guy I'm taking over for, as he went on his way to his new gig. It was a nice way to get to know everyone, and it was my one chance to get to talk to Chris. Between my cloistering myself to study lines and watch videos and his trying to recuperate from not feeling well, we didn't even have the chance to be introduced until my put-in, for which he'd graciously stayed.
That's him on the left in the picture above. And by the way: Someone needs to explain to me when I got so fat. And when did my nose turn into The Great Gonzo's beak?
I'm not going to go into how pathetic it felt to spend my birthday cloistered in a room in Philadelphia watching The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales, devoid of human contact.
The nice thing is that my sisters Sue and Lois and my brother Patrick called and sang "Happy Birthday to You" to me. And I got a call from Fozzie as well, which was extra nice.
So all in all, it wasn't so bad. Lord knows, I'll never forget how I spent my 42nd birthday.
Sunday, we did the put-in rehearsal, and then the cast of the show invited me out to share drinks with them as they toasted Christopher Mullen, the guy I'm taking over for, as he went on his way to his new gig. It was a nice way to get to know everyone, and it was my one chance to get to talk to Chris. Between my cloistering myself to study lines and watch videos and his trying to recuperate from not feeling well, we didn't even have the chance to be introduced until my put-in, for which he'd graciously stayed.That's him on the left in the picture above. And by the way: Someone needs to explain to me when I got so fat. And when did my nose turn into The Great Gonzo's beak?
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