Indescribable

I cannot accurately describe the amount of breath I have let out at this point.

The night went well. We aren't going to set any records for attendance or donations but we did have good attendance and some donations and that's, frankly, more than good enough for me. The audience was wonderfully receptive and perfectly giggly and we got through without noticeable glitches.

It should be noted that without the extraordinary commitment of the volunteers we wouldn't have done nearly as well. Kath was brilliant as the concessions and raffle point person and a lovely young lady who is a freshman at the studio that Pony Express and I both attended over 20 years ago ran the box office. Jennica's twin, who also wrote the play that Jennica is performing, did yoeman duty as stage hand/talent wrangler.

After the show I wanted to go for a drink. I needed it. Mark and Pony Express were happy to oblige so we hit a dive bar and had a couple of drinks and talked some about the work but mostly about other things. For instance, I've never seen Fast Times at Ridgemont High and apparently that's some sort of crime against my own nature. I'll get right on that. You know, as soon as I'm done with this show I'm working on.

Right now, though, I'm sitting on the couch at home watching the season finale of Monk. It's just like every other Friday night.