Scratch That

There was a miscommunication. I'm not playing Marty in Grease. But that's okay, because I'm actually Rizzo. Very exciting news...almost equally exciting, my Kenickie is 6'7" tall. So for once, I can wear enormous heels on stage without a care in the world!

The Grease director, along with some other Moonlight folks including Sandy, came to the show to troll for boys (for Grease, people, for Grease).

Highlights of this evening's performance:

"Wow, even the maid's hot." (Thanks to Ben for placating my ego.)

Completely and unabashedly breaking nearly every character on stage during the protest by making good offstage use of Ashley, the arm of a fabulous velvet couch, and a water bottle.

The disembodied hand that drifted on stage during a key moment to pinch my butt. (I did manage to stay in character, thank you very much.)

Vocally, I felt pretty on tonight, and I think the show was great - nevermind the sweltering heat. It can be hard to focus when there are at least 40 people in the audience flapping their programs in their (and, consequently, your) faces.

Happy Birthday, Blake! (He's one!)