Back from rehearsal and dinner. It's great having Alet finally with us, but it was a day just spent getting her into the big numbers, when I would have much preferred to run scenes, because everyone else needs to keep running the scenes. Tomorrow we put her into the scenes and since she already knows most of that blocking, I'm hoping we'll be able to concentrate on performances a bit, albeit without our Fred.
After rehearsal, Alet, Jose, and I went to some New Orleans-style place (The Delta something or other) - the food was terrific. I had a catfish po' boy, Alet had the largest plate of fried chicken I've ever seen, Jose had some fried okra and an oyster po' boy and we all shared a little side of excellent mac and cheese. No dessert, thank goodness, but I did have two of their tiny little corn muffins with butter, and I'm happy to report that this jernt actually serves salted butter, something that is a given in LA but a rarity in NY.
I'm now home, feeling like I'm going to explode. I was going to take a long walk, but I'm just too zonked to do anything other than sit here like so much fish.
