For Da Shortees

"Naw, see, because it starts with the Nilla Wafers...then you be wantin' your own drawer, and 'fore long it's his-and-hers towels and baby did you wash my blue shirt and that's just not how I roll, aight?"

One more weekend to Oliver, and then we're done!

Saturday saw the worst break in character I have EVER had. Layne, Gerard and I lost complete control of one of our scenes (Nick and Sharon managed to hold it together) and we finally just cracked up laughing. Luckily we had a good audience who absolutely LOVED it - like the best ever SNL sketches that weren't all that funny to begin with but became pants-wetting funny because someone screwed up and none of them could get through the scene without laughing. We had, um, added a few unscripted bits that night - it was gold, and would have been more appreciated from a directorial standpoint if we'd held it together. For the record, I do believe I was the first one to break. Blame me.

Three words: York Klondike Bars. Holy Jeebus.

Bill's magic show was a hoot - I'll have to get some pictures up soon.

Last night was a snuggle-down-and-watch-TV night - a few hours of Aqua Teen Hunger Force and ... and that's pretty much it. I love my Sunday nights.

Auditions for Blood Brothers tonight - I really need to settle on something to sing...I hate auditioning.

And I COMPLETELY forgot about the damned Tonys last night!! Arrggghhh!!!! (Oh well - watching the Tonys in a year when you didn't make it to New York - it's kind of like watching the Oscars when you didn't see a single film that's nominated - you're just sort of at a loss.)