Didn't get up until the alarm went off at 7:00; considering when I went to bed, that wasn't bad. Took a pic of my tomato plant, which seems to illustrate "the life of the tomato"--the little newbie, still green, next step orange, and finally, glorious red. The latter still isn't fully ripe, but will be soon.
Ate breakfast very late and took a short nap later, which refreshed me. Got a group text, in which Jonathan suggested we all go to dinner before the show yesterday. Hey, as ever, I'm game. Amy texted she'd pick me up and a number of us went to Bright Spark, a restaurant and brewery not far from our theatre. Had a great time and here's the gang:
I'll just name a few: On the left bottom is James, making minstrel hands, and to his right, Suzy; Bob is bottom right, with Rowena looking over his shoulder and behind him, Dolores, Amy, and yours truly, looking grim--not sure why, as I was having a ball.
Back at our place, we settled into the "second night mode," then went on. In her after notes, Erica complimented us, saying it was even better than the opening. I think that's very often the case, although it isn't guaranteed: I certainly tend to relax more and settle cozily into my parts.
A somber note: Lisa G. attended last night; she and I had appeared together in the 2023 F.A. production of After All This Time and had met socially a few times. I asked why she hadn't auditioned this time and was horrified when she told me her husband, Allen, has terminal throat cancer. After the run, I had been at a party at their house and didn't realize he had any problem. Here's Lisa (on the left), with Amy two years ago:
As before, I got home late, had a big salad while relaxing with Killers On Tape, then called it a day at 12:30. Today, we open at 5:00, so I'll be able to conk out, I hope, well before that.
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