Nobody thought I would not have a Wrist to Forehead Sunday today, least of all me. I’m TIRED! We had a wonderful show last night. The audience loved us! And we loved the audience!
I am speaking, of course, of Rubbed Out at Ruby’s, the interactive murder mystery presented by LiFT Theatre Company at the Overlook Mansion in Little Falls. They served hors d’oeuvres catered by That Little Place on Main, and they were, you should pardon the expression, to die for. Of course, I did not eat a lot. I was busy acting.
Now I must gear up for a bear of a week, that is, production week for Steel Magolias at Ilion Little Theatre. Opening night is March 3. Yikes! I don’t think I even have all my costumes together, but I am working on it. Additionally, I must finish writing, cast and begin rehearsals for not one but two murder mystery dinner theatres. If anybody says, “Well, you’d better get writing,” I’ll scream.
In the meantime, it is Oscar night, traditionally a big night in our humble household. My dear husband, Steven, has watched them every year since 1965. In previous years we have had better luck in catching more of the nominated pictures. Additionally, in previous years I have not been in the habit of going to bed as early as a much older woman or a little kid. I do not apologize for my nocturnal habits but merely note them.
Well, one can’t do everything after all. I write, I participate in community theatre, I work full time, and I get what sleep I can. Additionally, I intend to start running again. I do not have time to go to movies that tend not to play around here in the first place. Clean my house? Who brought that up? And what are you implying?
I say never mind all that. Sunday is traditionally a day Steven and I spend time together. I am going to hit Publish and get back to him. As a closing note, here is the final cast picture of the marvelous actors of Rubbed Out at Ruby’s. Happy Sunday, everyone.