We did it. And in the end, it was painless. Exhilarating even. The experience, as I told my mother-in-law, who co-directed the play, was the scariest and most exciting adventure I’ve ever embarked on — and I’ve embarked on many adventures.
Plus, the proceeds from our ticket sales benefit my mother-in-law and sister-in-law’s Susan G. Komen 3-Day For The Cure breast cancer walk. Rosey, my sister-in-law, was also in the play. She played a god-fearing baton twirler and gave one helluva performance. Yes, she’s the one who just got married. We suggested she wear her leotard to the reception, but she thought the fur cuffs might be too wintry.
I plan to write about it for the newspaper next week, so I’m saving the details for that story. In the meantime, here’s the YouTube video Joe shot on opening night. It’s not a high-quality clip, but then again, neither are Meryl Streep’s early home videos.
Watch for Cubbie’s perfectly-timed plop-down. The furry little ham started the monologue frozen in place, tethered to a nail in the stage with his bunghole facing the crowd. His agent, who also represents the Men In Black pug, was livid over it. The angle was especially unflattering from the front row, but the Cub didn’t mind. He said it was all a part of his dramatic arc. When I’m threatening to bash his head in with a hammer, he succumbs to the duress, turns around to face the crowd and lays down on cue.
It’s no surprise Cubbie loves the limelight. His father, Elvis The Pug, repeatedly earns critical praise at the Sarasota Pug Parade.
Here’s my worn and tattered script. I carried it every where I went. I even recorded the part on a tape recorder so I could listen to it on my one-hour drives to and from Sarasota.
Rosey and I backstage at the Carrollwood Playhouse.
The cast on closing night.