Last night heralded the opening night of the BLT (Bohemian Love Theatre), upon its triumphant return to its hometown. I should have been there onstage - working, performing, basking in the BLT's warm glowing warming glow.
Instead, I spent the night in bloody hospital (peptic ulcer). I missed my own opening night!
The good news is that I won't die in the next 48 hours, so i've been cleared to continue the show until it ends on Sunday.
In other news: I'm keeping busy with Rock Solid; one of my star clients just got a record deal; i'm living in the city now; i'm really looking forward to the next Kitten Kon (if all goes ahead). I'm having flashbacks to the first Goodies Rule OK! tour (2005) and my eyes keep wandering over to the wall where I proudly display my photos with the lads. Withdrawal symptoms? You bet!
Must dash - there's a last minute rehearsal to fix up a few bugs in the running order. Adieu.