So. Last night.
So many thoughts whirled through my head during the performance.
“Oh good, that got the laugh. That moment was extremely well played. OMG, she never did that before; great, it’ a keeper. Uh oh, that didn’t get a laugh. Oh good, that works. Oh ****, that woman over there is taking notes; she must be a critic. I can’t see her face. I shouldn’t care… Oh, fabulous, they didn’t see that coming; someone gasped!”
And then it was over, and all that matters is I’m left with a wonderfully euphoric feeling that I’ve been well taken care of by a terrific director, cast and crew who have all worked their butts off to make the people who speak my words come alive. No matter what the critics may say, that is something I will always have and always cherish. And for right now, I have a play up and running. That’s a gift. And a privilege. And I’m a very happy playwright this morning.
Cheyenne Jackson tickled me. AFTER ordering SoMMS a drink but NOT tickling him, and hanging out with Girly in his dressing room (where he DIDN'T tickle her) but BEFORE we got married. To others. And then he tweeted Boobs. He also tweeted he's good friends with some chick on "The Voice" who just happens to be good friends with Tink's ex. And I'm still married. Oh, and this just in: "Pettiness, spite, malice ....Such ugly emotions... So sad." - After Eight, talking about MEEEEEEEE!!! I'm so honored! :-)