Whew. I'm coming to the end of my first week of The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales. I'd forgotten how much fun and how little fun children's theater could be.
As you know, I had my put-in rehearsal a week ago, and then had a couple days off. I stumbled through my first couple of shows -- we had a 10 a.m. Wednesday show, and two on Thursday & Friday. Yesterday -- Saturday -- we had three, count 'em, three shows.
When I woke up this morning, I was feeling every one of my 42 years. The forty-second year is right in the middle of my back.
So now I'm between shows (that's right, we've got a noon and a 4 p.m. show today), and afterwards, I'm going to be jumping the Chinatown Bus back to New York, since I'll be back working at The Velvet Prison™ tomorrow through Wednesday.
As my dear, sainted mother likes to say: "No rest for the wicked."
As you know, I had my put-in rehearsal a week ago, and then had a couple days off. I stumbled through my first couple of shows -- we had a 10 a.m. Wednesday show, and two on Thursday & Friday. Yesterday -- Saturday -- we had three, count 'em, three shows.
When I woke up this morning, I was feeling every one of my 42 years. The forty-second year is right in the middle of my back.
So now I'm between shows (that's right, we've got a noon and a 4 p.m. show today), and afterwards, I'm going to be jumping the Chinatown Bus back to New York, since I'll be back working at The Velvet Prison™ tomorrow through Wednesday.
As my dear, sainted mother likes to say: "No rest for the wicked."
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