It’s true: I’ve been pretty quiet this week–recovering, I guess. I’d thought that with all the extra folks involved in Hedwig, it’d get easier as we drew closer to opening night. Not so. Yours truly was rushing around ’till the bitter end, even after we went up Thursday night. That work, coupled with the incalculable amounts of nervous energy expended as I sat in the light booth and watched the show performed…well, by Sunday, I was exhausted. I spent nearly 48 hours in bed.
I’m better now, but I’d still like someone to take over marketing the show–my main duty now that the we’re up. Any takers?
Meanwhile, not much of note has happened chez moi. Since Monday, I’ve spent most of my time catching up on work and helping boyfriend clean for our delightful houseguests. (Boyfriend did most of the work, fyi.) Oh, and after 32 years, I managed to find my birth parents. I guess that’s something.
What, you didn’t know I was adopted? Well, more on that later.
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