Two Guys Walk Into A Miata...

Tens of people came out for our show tonight. Not a bad audience, though they found some laughs we didn't know we had. Kevin's Sagot gets bouncier and loopier every night - love what he's doing with the place. Larry's "relay" finally got the laugh we all think it deserves. Some woman in the crowd had my back tonight - seemed to really be on my side with my feminist rantings.

I forgot to mention - Jason's dad reported that at curtain call, he kept waiting for the other two female characters to come out and bow too. That really says something about Stephanie - and that something is that she's awesome.

Happy Hour followed with Larry's usual zingers and John's usual, but strange, watch ritual. (Every time we stop somewhere for more than five minutes, John takes his watch off and sets it on the table in front of him, ostensibly to let his wrist breathe. I think there may be a camera or microphone built into the watch. He could be working for the CIA. Think about it, have you ever seen Minbiole and George Tenet in the same room? I'm just saying...)

Two lines guaranteed to shut down a conversation, even those at other tables: "There's nothing wrong with a good porno," and "No Vaseline! What's that about?" The first should be delivered by a woman, the second should be delivered by one firefighter to a large group of fellow firefighters.

And driving home, two very handsome and dashing young men in a Miata pulled up next to me and the passenger blew me a kiss. (Okay, that one was deliberate - wink wink.)

I seem to do a lot of sucking up, I know, but the Picasso people really are all that great. Only three shows left, then what?

I still feel the eensiest bit out of place still in Whorehouse - big cast, lots of people I have't worked with before, and I've got a good seven or eight years on half the cast - but I'm sure I'll start getting comfortable soon. Still, I'm too young to feel this damn old.

I can do photos!!


This is, apparently, a Sacro Wedgy. There was an ad in Kevin's blog's banner, for no apparent reason other than he mentioned a neckache. I love it, because not only does it look terrifying, but it's got a name that could provide endless entertainment when drinking.


This is viewable on Luerne's site also, because I passed it on to her as well. Found this picture digging through some old stuff. This is Luerne and the back of my head, and God knows what we're doing, but we appear to be having fun. Good ol' Stetson U., Smith Hall, Lower Seven. (And yes, we had our own special hand signal for Lower Seven, because that's the kind of party people we were.)