Oh, my god. Well, this is it. Tonight’s the night.

IT’S SHOW TIME!

I shouldn’t have done it yesterday, but I did. Even though I do not have $20 to spare (how sad is that?), I bought a bottle of prosecco. It is, after all, a tradition, going back to performing The Housekeeper at the 2012 theatre festival. I may have to come home to an empty house after a theatrical triumph, but, by god, there will be bubbly waiting for me in the fridge. So there.

In an hour and a half I have to head out to get my hair done. This is also something I shouldn’t be able to afford, but last November, operating on the optimistic assumption that Charlie would actually agree to do the play, I squirreled away some of my birthday appeal money for exactly this.

As is usually the case, an island photographer came to the dress rehearsal and snapped some pics of the three plays. Of course I hated most of the ones he took of me. (Who the hell is this old woman with the surprisingly fat face who looks vaguely like me?) But there was one I did like.

I’ve temporarily re-engaged with Facebook and this is now my profile pic. As it says in the caption, if you’re pitting your wits against Jack Carrick, you do need a drink, too.

An email from Charlie yesterday predicting we are going to hit it out of the park tonight. Yes, I do believe we are. I also believe this is exactly the phrase I used last week. It’s a common phrase, so probably no need to get twitchy. That said, this is not the first time he’s let slip something that suggests he may be one of the islanders who’ve stumbled across the Black Dog Diary. So Charlie, if you are reading this and have, unbeknownst to me, been following the Black Dog Diary, please tell me. (Completely off the record.)

Anyway… With two shows tomorrow and a matinee on Sunday (and the need to back a cake for the wrap party), I may be fairly quiet the next couple of days.

Time to get my hair done. Bye for now.