There once was a girl from Nantucket

Today was the start of the last weekend of our show. Only two performances left and I have no idea what I'm going to do with myself once it's all over. I imagine I'm going to get very bored. I tried spending two evenings by myself this week and it was just about more than I could bear. I suppose I'll make do though. I really don't have a choice. Eventually I will learn to be productive and entertain myself again. This really has been a lot of fun though.

Here is a picture of my costumes & name tag. That's how I know they're mine - the name tag. Tonight was our sponsor show. Apparently our sponsor was some credit union who's workers laugh in odd spots and repeat the bits that are funny to them out loud. That's cool. Right before the curtain went up I realized I had forgotten a large portion of my opening monologue, but once the lights were on me it came right out of my mouth without any problem. My brain's a tricky little devil.

We went to Burdick's after the show. Sometimes Burdick's is exceptionally lame, but apparently sometimes it's wicked fun. Tonight turned out to be the most fun I've had at Burdick's and I think it's because there weren't as many people there. There were just enough for it to be fun without being overwhelming and driving me to silence.

This is Greg. Turns out Burdick's has one of those eat-the-enormous-burger-get-a-free-shirt dealies. Greg did eat that enormous burger and he did get that shirt. It was kind of impressive, a little gross, but mostly impressive. It also teaches us all a valuable lesson about what perserverence & determination can get you. It gets you a t-shirt that says "I got BOMBED at Burdick's" and a slightly queasy feeling. Remember that.

Now it's sleeping time again. One more work day this week.