Dress Rehearsal

In his autobiography, Act One, Moss Harts refutes the fondly held idea idea among show biz folk that a problematic dress rehearsal indicates a terrific opening night.
It doesn't.
In my estimation--and in anybody else'es other than a deaf, dumb, and blind manic depressive--last night was an unmitigated disaster.  There were some bright spots, but here's a few of the snafus that characterized the evening:
  One of the major character's over-the-top, not just ham, but ham and eggs, carpet-chewing over-acting;
  Two--yes, two--wine glasses snapping off at the stem, splashing wine and scattering glass over a table top;
   The amnesia that afflicted several members of the cast so they forgot lines and moves, which led to
   The leaving out of whole speeches and bits.
   The guy playing not one, but two of the minor, but integral parts, who didn't know his lines or moves and will have to have a script put on the table in front of him, the mark of the gross amateur;
    And so on.
Of course, Chris and I had to change into several layers of black, heavy "mourning" attire in the faintly blue-lighted, platform area at the top of the stairs.  We then had to go up and take those things off and put on new costumes, all during the show.
Oh, by the way, we were fitted for microphones, which necessitated wearing a cumbersome pack under our clothes, tied on and with a wire taped on to our necks.  Why in the world we couldn't have wore these at least a few days earlier, even if they weren't yet operational, so we could used to them, I can't understand.  Anyway, last night was the first time either of us had ever used them and they were a real pain in the rear.  Just for openers, they restrict our neck and head movements to an extent.  Whether that was because they weren't fitted properly or what, I can't say.  Of course, we have to be very careful not to dislodge them, during the two difficult costume we have, just one more problem in a laundry list of them.
Discouraged?  Darn right and I can't wait until this train wreck is over.
By the way, I spent most of the earlier part of the day cleaning and changing linens in preparation for my guests tonight and company on Saturday.  Today, I guess I'll make as much of brunch as I can, complete some tidying up, and just hope I can get through opening night.