A major accomplishment: we have run through the whole show on successive evenings. With only one or two cast members missing.

I'm getting into the zone where we run a bit and then I can go off and give myself notes—figure out what's working and what I still need to learn or tune up. That's a good place to be, but it would be better if I (we) were there a week ago. I am almost starting to have fun with "Blow, Gabriel, Blow." "Public Enemy" still mortifies me.

I borrowed an Yamaha keyboard from Leta, who borrowed it from Gaye, to teach myself the bass line for "Public Enemy," and I drag that around. It would be a lot easier if the keyboard went one octave lower. And I sing with the CD of the 1962 show before rehearsal and after dinner in the Wendy's parking lot. So Alberta the Explorer has become the music machine.

Sally and I are going costume scrounging tomorrow after rehearsal and a haircut. She has produced such props as I will have; I'm still a little disappointed that Whitney doesn't get a series of drinks with goofy umbrellas in them to swig. I told Sally that Leta should add a credit for her in the program (Leta's doing the program) as David-Pacifier.

The show will be fine. Everyone will watch the perky Angels sing and dance and no one will remember the creaky character actors.

posted: 11:20:20 PM