“The butthole.”

I’ve outgrown the ability to get plastered and party until the wee small hours of the morning. It’s not¬†that late, but it is just late enough to count as Monday, and while emotionally I don’t really¬†feel like it’s Monday yet, I’m going to take advantage of the technicality and write my blog post now. I have to be up early for rehearsal, and if I wait until morning I will have to either get up a half hour early, or try to remember to write after rehearsal, and I don’t really see myself excelling in either scenario.


Season on the Line closed tonight. The last weekend was just a blast, with big, responsive crowds each night. It was not an easy show to put together, but in the end I think we shaped it into a rather lovely paean to our vocation. Enough praise cannot be heaped upon our director, Jess McLeod, or the playwright, Shawn Pfautsch. I’m proud to have been a part of it.

I am getting up just a little early tomorrow… so I can finally shave this beard. And I’m getting my hair cut on Tuesday. O Happy Day!