Step Ball Change

Monday numbers are all good.  Fighting fatigue and dizziness like a champ.  It could be so much worse; bone pain, nausea, headaches, etc... I seem to be, thank Goddess, one of the lucky ones.
I began rehearsals for How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying and we are now in Technical Rehearsals... or, as a favourite director of mine once said, When We See Who People REALLY Are.  Does separate the wheat from the chaff. 

My role is small, which suits me just fine as I come back to life after a very strange six months of insolvency, being a maid, being a caterer, being a waiter and essentially being terrified of where the next dollar is coming from.  Two paycheques have rolled in and rolled right back out again as the bills are paid.  Three car payments in one months.  Oh myyyy.

I have to dance in the eleven o'clock number and reigniting that twenty year dormant part of my brain is ... new.  All I hope for is to remember the steps, not to fall, not to fart, not to break anything of mine--or the man next to me and to SING OUT LOUISE.

It's amazing what goes through my mind as I'm step-ball changing away.  The poker face is plastered on, but it's been a LOOONG time since I broke that kind of a sweat onstage that wasn't nerve or costume induced.  Good old-fashioned activity.  It's fun, but I DO see occasional, "Oh my God, that old guy is gonna keel over", looks on colleagues faces.

The cast is excellent and brilliantly talented and the set/costumes are gorgeous.  Jewel Tone-apalooza.  Aquas... oranges (makes me miss Howard Johnsons in Times Square), greens, golds, etc... 
Reunions of actors who have been here in previous years and brand new ones.

Doctor-wise, things seem fine.  Numbers all in the manageable area.  Here's hoping this continues.

I'm hungry.