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
