Last night we opened Lysistrata. And it was wonderful! From the beginning the crowd had such a great energy and they were so willing to go wherever we wanted to take them, that we all fell into a great rhythm. The first time I got off stage I got a text from my boss (who knew it was opening night) and here's the string that followed:
Boss: I don't know what you're doing right now but I need some emergency purchasing work done.
Leslie: Of course, let me just get out of this chilly church basement and back to the warming glow of my computer IT'S NOT LIKE I'M BUSY OR ANYTHING.
B: Nice skirt
B: I support the arts!
L: But I count on you to ignore the arts!
You see I did not know my boss would be at the show because I did not invite my boss, really.
The reason I was concerned is not because I was so nervous that my boss would see me act, but more because someone from my office would see my cleavage. And also all the fake boners we have on stage. You know, worlds colliding? But as it turns out, the world did not end, and the show was excellent. Now I will exhaustedly* await tonight's performance, after which I will sleep like the dead.
*Apparently this is not a word. Whatever.