It went well, I think. I dropped a line in the second monologue, but covered it well enough. And I flubbed a word in the final scene, but I don’t think it broke the play or anything. I got several drinks bought for me after the show, and had a fun couple of hours just laughing and releasing all the stress. I may have had too much fun, since I woke up this morning with a substantial hangover. I am not as young as I once was. I need to remember to drink more water when I’m out on the town like that.

In the days leading up to this, I kept telling myself that if I knew just how scary it would be, I never would have agreed to take it on. Now that it’s done, and I’ve checked that item off the list, I feel ready for the next time.

(Above: I was shooting for a kind of Orson Welles inĀ Casino Royale look. I think I managed to split the difference between that and the Good Humor Man.)