Last night's dress rehearsal went fabulously well -- which, depending on the superstition you subscribe to, means:
1) We'll have a horrible opening night.
2) We'll have a fabulous opening night.
3) It doesn't matter -- superstition is for the weak.
I took the day off and spent it sleeping, cleaning, catching up on old Chicago Tribunes, watching The Ellen Degeneres Show and working on my Christmas letter.
Now I'm off to entertain the masses. And in this show I'm dancing in drag, jitterbugging in a muscle shirt and even singing a bit of a solo. There's still time to get your tickets -- it would be a shame if you missed it all ...