Exhausted, allergied, Benadryled, Bourboned (not necessarily in that order), and ready for a fourteen-hour sleep. Yeah, as if.
Fräulein Kost was very sick and couldn’t go on, and we don’t have understudies. But one of the Kit Kat Girls doubled and fulfilled the basics beautifully. No skin off my nose except to cut “Married” down to one verse with no chanteuse. A fraught performance nonetheless, and I was ready to go to bed at 5 pm.
Instead, I ate some crap and drove an hour to these auditions I was subbing for, for which (count ‘em) three people showed up so we sat and talked for two hours in a chilly theater. By then I was feeling like I have an actual cold, DAMN IT TO HELL. So I’m all ready to be knocked out and am hoping for the best — namely, that the Benadryl will dry me up by morning and it will be apparent that I have no cold at all.