Birthdays and Bitches

First of all, I would like to thank Bradley for asking me to play a small role in his Wicked birthday extravaganza on Saturday. He was certainly an outstanding and superlative Wicked Witch of the West!

I enjoyed playing a talking/singing Goat, and making six or seven costume changes during my time onstage as an Ozian, a Preacher, a Guard and a Flying Monkey! I felt like Cher - humming a few bars every now and then -- and then dashing off stage to put on a new outfit. It was very melodramatical. And I was mostly on key. Mostly.

In retrospect, we staged the St. Louis premiere of Wicked after only three rehearsals -- which is a pretty amazing theatrical feat. Granted, it was a very limited and exclusive engagement: it was staged (illegally) in a second floor drawing room and the folks in attendance left the party so shit-faced that all they can remember is that we were really good!

I guess that's the best kind of theatrical debut, after all!

Secondly, looking towards the West, here's a birthday salute to So Wrong Ago.

And lastly, a bon voyage to an Angry Black Bitch who just left on vacation. I'm guest blogging over at her site -- and today's post is an homage to the melodramatical stylings of Douglas Sirk!

That's it from me today!