So I was supposed to have a relaxing Saturday. No worries, no problems, just hanging out with friends.
That got canceled. Instead I ended up back at the Mosque, for about eleven hours, helping with Wicked.
It’s a fabulous show, but I am beat. People complaining because of their seats being broken, an usher made them mad, an usher stole their credit card/ID, it’s exhausting!
I’m going to bed!