So…today I open. I’ve been kind of low-key since my arrival. Actually forgot about the FringeNYC opening day activity at Washington Square Park. That was bad form – should have been handing out cards and in the middle of it. But I did rehearse.

Last night I appeared in a Variety show that some of the young crazies are putting together. It’s being podcasted, so you can hear my interview and silliness if you go poking around www.fringeNYC.org looking for the podcasts.

I’m feeling good about the show today – oddly not nervous yet at all. It will come, I’m sure. I will check in about how it went a little later.  Here’s some pictures of the space:

August 11, 2006

The birthday was fabulous. I started it being awakened by darling Miss Chayda, Jan’s six year old daughter. She has “baked” me a little birthday cake brought it to me in bed with a little candle. Then she played Happy Birthday on the piano for me – 3 times! How can a year that starts looking at this face be anything but fabulous!
Most of the day was spent in rehearsal. Met the balance of my Craig’s list crew – Gregory Kostroff running the computer and Kwame Clarke on lights. They are both really good at their jobs and have me completely taken care of. And here, finally, is a picture of them at the board: (There is more where this came from … )

I’m here. Finally got my whole deal sussed out. Got in last night sans half my luggage. It was 8 pm tonight before the bag showed up. You really start to appreciate the whole clean underwear thing after a while.

I landed in the lap of my dear friend Jan Leslie Harding. After about 2 seconds, 20 years melted away and we were yakking on the couch like we were young boho girls again. If the tea had been bourbon, and there wasn’t a six year old sleeping in the next room, you’d hardly know the difference. (There is more where this came from … )

I guess I’m in official FringeNYC prep – the send-off show was tonight and it went so very well. It’s the first performance produced by nTG – my new theatre company who has adopted me like a wayward stepchild. I did nothing tonight but set up my props, put on my costume, go backstage a freaking OM until curtain. I was actually PRODUCED. I could just do the gig. I’m so grateful. Paul Millet, Leslie Channon, Brian Pope and DJ (whose last name I do not know) – I am building a shrine to you all. I get so much more than non-profit status! (There is more where this came from … )