The pot in the pit

Opening weekend, a la Berkeley Opera.

It was an exciting weekend.

Full of "murder, suicide, theft" (natch).

The happenings - good, bad, ugly and hysterical - in random order:

• Sold out crowds both Saturday and Sunday
• My parents, AF, and L came from CO and LA to lend their support
• The 'nuns' almost set off Julia Morgan's smoke alarm on Sat.
• But the candles looked really cool when we finally did process with them
• I sang better Sunday afternoon
• I have two more performances to even be better
• Simone drools when he sings (e' il piu vecchio...)
• Betto dropped the chamber pot into the orchestra pit (hysterical, but dangerous)
• Lines that were forgotten Sat. were remembered Sun.
• Audience members thought I really slapped Rino-yay stage combat
• Two injuries to report (the bad!) - Gherardo's toenail, sacrificed to the rolling bed and La Ciesca's chest, sacrificed to the backstage hallway floor
• Loads of friends came both nights - the flowers are gorgeous, AZ
• Nuns wearing naughty knickers
• Gray hair spray paint
• Il Notaro spits - a LOT
• Pinnelino getting his line!
• Dinner at Q post-show with family and friends
• Jane's unequaled hospitality, guidance, patience and love of teaching
• Sunday's bows -- definitely in the 'ugly' category
• Ad libs on stage, well, acting ad libs, not words (hopefully)
• Gherardino aka Nepotina (the good!)

And in other news . . .I have a job interview tomorrow morning! YAY!