Well, I guess I won’t have to carry out my threat. The only people who didn’t show up this weekend really do shop at Sansabelt, and I guess there’s no fun in spreading truth, now is there?
Seriously though, the performances went beautifully. Jonno was particularly good in the role of Eustace, which he played with eye-smudged, Edward Gorey-esque panache. All he had to do was sit at the front table and wave drunkenly to the crowd every so often when his wife (Kiki, the party’s hostess) called out to him, but he did it ever so well.
In fact, everyone enjoyed it so much–audience and performers alike–that we’re hoping to turn it into an ongoing series, with maybe two or three events a year. Hot damn.
And on top of that, we did well enough to cover nearly all our production costs for Camille. Not bad, considering how expensive wiglets and hoop skirts and maribou frippery can be….
And did I mention how incredibly gorgeous it is today? Life’s grand.
Until tomorrow, that is. Sigh.
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