Yeah, see, we were planning to do Hedda Gabler — as a comedy of course, with a rousing rendition of “Suicide Is Painless” to cap off the show — but then we figured that if we didn’t do a Real Housewives parody ASAP, the bloom would be off the rose. Personally, I think the bloom has already fallen, hit the ground, been collected by hippies, tossed into a vat of canola, and is now being sold as essential oil from the back of a van on Canal Street, but whatever. Rehearsals are hilarious, and that’s all that matters.

So in sum, what I’m getting at is: COME TO THE DAMN SHOW. I’ll see y’all there, assuming I make it through in one piece.