Oh I remember those teeny dressing rooms up the jenk stairs well. Great dressers though. Love the theatres that are gorgeous in the lobby and house but a complete fucking nightmare behind the proscenium.
You just reminded me I MUST give mad delicious loving props to the costume divas who donated me (and the cast) some of her good coffee. I forget her name, but she rocked and don't you LOVE locals like this? The ones who make such a fierce impression. Love them. I need to make more of an effort to do the same.
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