Act 3 is a beast! We blocked it last night and trust me, it is a beast.
Gun shots, kitchen disasters, burnt pig and assensions. You really start to question playwright Jules Feiffer and his level of medication in the '70s. Sometimes you can find clues even the stage direction. In one instance, the character Abe enters carrying a half empty glass of milk. Half empty --- not half full? Really Jules?
The show is fun. Bizarre but fun. We're having a great time. In fact, if the audience laughs as much as we do everyone will have a really good time.
We do have some things to deal with. We have a new light board that we're using to light the stage area for rehearsals. Every 8 to 12 minutes or so it decides to take a nap and the lights go out. Someone then has to press the GO button until it decides to wake up again.
Also, and most importantly, I'M SICK. And I don't get sick. Well, hardly ever anyway. But like most things, life happens when you least afford it.
The show must go on.
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