When I got backstage I kept frantically trying to find a copy of the script so I could attempt to know when I was up next to no avail.
I found the director (one of my old high school friends,) and she seemed agog at my protestations.
"What are you talking about?! Get OUT there."
"Okay," I told her in my dream, "But there is going to be an awful lot of ad libbing!"
It has been a busy weekend. I have got an awful lot of Christmasing (or is it Christmas-ing?) done as well as making my own turkey. When a 20 lb turkey sells for 10 bucks, that's pretty cheap meat. So yesterday evening I made a turkey, let it cool on the deck overnight and then picked it clean this morning. I'm currently in the process of making turkey noodle soup. Lookit me, being all domestic.
Who knew I had it in me?