Backstage Betty & the Guest Zombies
There are many reasons why I love doing theater, but one of my favorite aspects of it is the camaraderie of the backstage/ dressing rooms. That’s where you really get to know people, where you hear the latest gossip and the dirty jokes and the “oh my god, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” stories and local news and upcoming events and what’s everyone doing tonight after the show. The dressing room before a show is essentially a show within a show. There’s laughter, tears, joy, horror, attraction, dislike, anger… and I like to think, most of all, there’s love. Some people sitting in the weir

what the hell is going on?
Holy Shite, I just realized it’s been like three weeks since I last posted. Sorry, folks, park was closed, but now I guess I am open for business again! When I last left you, I was getting ready to go down to the Hub for the 60th Anniversary party, and good gravy, was that a party. That party was so party it just about kicked MY ass, and I know how to party. We ended up leaving before we suffocated and headed out to Strange Pete – over to Jen Rae’s house, because god, I needed a swim and some TLC. I was sweating like a hooker on nickel night and smelling like a diaper full of shrimp. No, really. It was a pleasant end to a crazy ass day. The next night (Labor Day), S. and I celeb