I'm in the home-stretch of a surreal couple of weeks supervising ten adorable Who Youth, one Little Kangaroo, and an Elephant Bird. Mostly I just color backstage, straighten scarfs, and push hats up so the audience can see their cute Who faces. Every once in a while things get really wild and I have to make a mad dash for one of those hats, or a shirt, or maybe a butter knife, before the anxious little Who has to be on stage. The other day I made one such sprint into the men's dressing room and ran head-long into a trio of acrobatic monkeys. Talk about hazardous career paths. Though that's probably not as risky as being one of those monkeys, especially when wild-eyed grannies go running into the middle of their practice. All in all, it's been a blast, the show is great...and I'm exhausted.
