Saturday, March 11th

Okay, this is going to be short and oh, so sweet.

A sold out opening night last night. A great house. And we fucking killed it.  Oh, my god. There really is nothing like the buzz you get when you’re coming back out to take your bows after a successful show. Throw in a bouquet of flowers from my guys and the buzz is unbelievable.

Lavish praise for a job bloody well done for both Charlie and me. (Well deserved, if I do say so myself, music to my ears.)

And then there was the lavish praise for the play itself, which I’d almost (though not quite) forgotten I’d actually written. Now that really was sweet music. Oh, right. I’m a writer. A  fucking great writer.

Gotta go. That cake won’t bake itself before the matinee.