Overheard backstage (and in some cases during) at tonight’s Radio Reprisal Dinner:
I meeeaaaaaaan…..that’s one possibility
I meeeeeeaaaaaaaan…..I love him
I meeeeeaaaaaaaan…..do you know how hard it is to get golden toes buffed?
I meeeeeeaaaaaaaan…..
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NOooooooooooooooo!
Oh.
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her script was eaten by the script gods
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Unenthusiastic Girl, I need you to go find Valerie!
Read your script Jimmy, I just told you….
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You’re supposed to eat the steak, not dance with it!
Says you!
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You must lull the steak into a false sense of security, and then attack it when its back is turned…hi-yah!
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We’re out of white wine
Cellar master walks over to table, picks up two bottles of white that were sitting in plain sight, thumps them down in front of cast member.
Oh
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The sorbet is cold!
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Who’s balloon didn’t pop?
Mine…
yup, it just had to deflate sadly in her lap…
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What just happened
I don’t know. Don’t think anyone else does either
The show? Oh the show went splendidly! Just…rather…chaotically…and in the final act no one was sure quite was happening; because there were lines skipped, and then gone back to, and sound cues in strange places, and microphones with no batteries, and balloons that refused to pop on cue
All of which sounds like it should have been a disaster but really just resulted in the kind of hilarity that is really very hard to describe
So for probably the first time I fall back on a cop-out cliché
You really did have to be there.