All Right, Y'all

This is a shameless plea: If you live in the Tallahassee area, come see this show this weekend. Not for me. Oh hell no. I'd much rather you not because believe it or not, I am bashful. As bashful as a stage-whore can be.

But come because Jan got treated like shit for being with her true love and she's in the play. And because she and Jack have been practicing their kiss for weeks now. And because my mortal enemy would love to see this play fail. And because a certain Republican segment of the county is boycotting us. And because it's getting buzz in what we here in the tiny corner of the world call home. "Be sure to go pee before you go upstairs to see it," is one of the comments I've heard. Because it's funny. And because we're old and will probably not get to act sexy onstage again. And because Colin and Jack are hysterical. And because no one in the entire world will ever see another man's face in my crotch again. And because Kathleen has done a marvelous job of directing. And because we all need to laugh. And because the Opera House is such a beautiful place to see a play. David, who saw it last weekend and who has played all over the world as a professional musician said that he'd never heard acoustics like the ones in the Opera House. And because, well, because.

And remember- there is a bar. The drinks are generous, the road from Tallahassee is straight and true. And the moon will be bright.

And it is going to be so cold backstage but if we know that there are people out there who have paid their money to be entertained, our hearts will be warm and we will do our best to deliver.

"You know, the last time I saw you I was promised roses, champagne and caviar," I tell Bud in the play. "Are you all promises or do you ever deliver?"

And he says, "Do I ever deliver? Does champagne have bubbles?"

And there you go. We have roses, we have champagne, we have caviar. AND WE WANT TO DELIVER!

I'd love to see you there. That would just be the bubbles in my champagne. I promise you.

The Show Will Go On

Well, here we all are, almost. I am taking the picture so I'm not in it. Nor am I in any of these, but from left to right, that's Marcy, our Southern Belle , Pat, our elegant scientist, Colin, our Budly Studly, Kathleen our director, in the back, Jan and Jack on the couch (our lovers) and Judy in the background. She is our stage manager. Missing from the picture is Denise, our amazing prop woman.
Isn't the set pretty?


The men steal the show and rightfully so. Here are Colin and Jack, weeping after they've taken Venusia, a pill intended to help menopausal women with their libidos, but which, if taken by men, cause menopausal symptoms. They thought they were taking Viagra because they needed fire in their loins.

I don't think I need to say a word about this couple. But I will. Aren't they darling?


Colin and Marcy in the throes of passion. Or something very much like that. Could they be any cuter? I doubt it.


And finally, Judy, Kathleen and Denise and the glowing orbs which always show up in pictures of the Opera House. Of course they are merely dust particles but as I have pointed out before, if dust truly is mainly made of skin cells, then yes, they are ghosts in a way, of all the people who have acted and played and recited and watched at the old Opera House in Monticello where I have been so very, very lucky to play with such lovely people. And they are dressed like that because yes, it is that cold backstage.

All right. I have a lot to do before I paint my face tonight and step onstage and say, "You don't remember me," to Colin, right before he ends up with his face in my crotch. After we get that scene over with, it's all gravy for me.
Well. Sort of.

Thanks for all the good wishes. I wish you ALL were going to be there. I honestly do. Wouldn't that be lovely for me to look out from beneath the lights and see all of you there? It would make me terrified, but it would make me happy.

Have a wonderful Friday, y'all.
Love...Ms. Moon

Tomorrow

Is opening night.
I'm nervous.
Dress rehearsal went so well that tomorrow is surely going to be a disaster.
Nah. I don't believe that. (I think.)
Anyway, tomorrow I'll post some more pictures. Pictures with oh, you know, people in them.
People with whom I've been having all this fun with for two months.
Stayed tuned. If you want to.