I'm terribly sorry that we have fallen so far behind in our blog posts! Everyone is working busily to make sure that Radiant Baby is absolutely as amazing as possible. As if that was enough to look forward to, we start rehearsals for our next show, Hello Again (another musical), on Monday!

Did everyone else know that they don't make mail slots anymore? Not the large mailboxes that can be mounted on a door, but the little slits that push the mail right through the door onto the floor on the other side. Apparently this method of delivering mail, tried and true through many generations, is no longer cool enough. Mailmen (Mail people? What's the gender neutral of that term?) don't want to walk all the way up to your front door anymore, possibly running the risk of having to socialize with the person who lives there, no chance to chat, sit down with a cup of coffee, or have scandalous affairs with the bored housewife with perfect hair who dreams of being ravished by a man wearing shorts and knee socks. What is the world coming to?

Okay, I don't really care that much about how mail is delivered. But we did need a mail slot for the set of Hello Again and they're really hard to find! I drove all the way out to Sharonville and got hopelessly lost trying to find the one tiny hardware store that had one. And then I got back and now they might not even use it.

Sigh. The life of a theatrical underling.