Tiny Daggers

It's over. I went through the show glad it was ending - I love the show, but it's so hard to sit on that stage for 90 minutes every night and pretend I haven't done it before. Some nights I found myself praying to God for just one excuse to exit.

But then. We struck the set, we went for dinner at Capri, and we didn't leave right away. We filtered out onto the street, where it was grey and wet and the sky was sad for us. Maybe I'm overdramatic, but it might have been easier if the sun could have shone. I said my cheerful goodbyes (hell, we're seeing each other as soon as Saturday), and sat in the car and wept a bit. Then a bit more on the way home. And then a bit more when I got home. And a bit more now. Not sobbing fits, just sporadic moments of ocular leakage. I would guess that sitting here writing about it and listening to/watching the Carnegie Hall Sondheim Celebration (beginning with the Joanna song from Sweeney Todd) is probably not really helping.

I wish people weren't so enjoyable - it would make it much easier to see them only once a week, or two, or seven.

Actually, this is an excellent DVD. Watch it. Funny and filled with every talented person who's ever set foot into Sondheim's work.

As for the last show, well, we had a good ol' time. There were, as goes on the last night, many attempts to break our fellow beloved actors, and a few successes.

Please say prayers or chants or incantations for Kevin, who is battling serious shoulder and neck pain - but you couldn't have told from his performance, which was quite impressive.

Madeline Kahn singing Getting Married Today. This is wonderful. Anyone feel like there's a little hole in the world without Madeline Kahn?