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[ceebeegee]

Oh, yeah--as we were walking through the lobby of Ripley-Grier last night after rehearsal, Duncan spotted someone and asked me, "Is that Elizabeth?" As we realized it was Elizabeth, I started hissing "She's a witch! Burn her!" She recognized us and came over to say hey. It was great chatting with her, although I was pretty distracted. She's coming to Duncan's birthday get-together on Saturday at Brother Jimmy'z. [And as I said to Duncan, as much as I love BJ'z (hee!), they should revamp the menu slightly to include some really hardcore Southern items, like goo goo bars and RC cola, and moon pies. And deep-fried anything. And Jello served as a side dish (which is then called a "congealed salad" and topped with mayonnaise). Mmm.]

BTW, Doug, following are some of the rants I posted about He Who Must Not Be Named (the one we mentioned last night):

Rant Un

Rant Deux

Rant Trois

Those are just a few, BTW--you'd have to read all of October to get the full story.

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[ceebeegee.livejournal.com]

We didn't have a stage manager. Just me and Duncan, and Duncan was in the booth. I literally had no alternative.

[foulpost.livejournal.com]

You should have called me. I'm very professional.

By the way, I have to work late tonight so I can't make it. Is that a problem?