Well, I survived.

I'm going to keep this short because, while I don't feel sleepy anymore (that would be from "get down to work"-ness), my typing and backtracking is providing ample truth that the mere not-quite-three hours of sleep I've gotten since waking up at 7 on Friday morning isn't cutting it anymore.

Things went swell. I only majorly screwed up once (I was giving cues for sound and lights), but it involved an extra music cue that I didn't realize existed until an hour before the show. Interesting sidenote: I suddenly cuss alot more when I mess up a theatre thing than anything else in the universe.

I'll give y'all the blow-by-blow (or something like that) eventually....maybe if I try reading Hardy, that'll put me out.