The Laurel Mill Theatre's second week of its one act play festival was this past weekend, featuring wowbagger and me (and several others) in a play called "Out of His Mind", directed by felinegroovy. Lots of people came out to see us, and they seemed to enjoy it. It went smoothly for all three performances, and I had a good time doing it. I must admit, this was the first time I have ever had strangers stop me to tell me that they thought I did something well, and it was a nice feeling. Especially as most of my role consisted of screaming, so it was more fun than taxing.
Don't expect me to run off to seek a career on Broadway, though.
When I was not acting or preparing to act, the rest of the weekend was fairly low-key. I dragged the boy out for a walk, ate dinner with the parents one evening, lounged on the couch and watched TV, washed some clothes, finally did a little bit of grocery shopping, thank god . . .
And I sought and never did find the cricket in my bedroom. So it's just a matter, I suppose, of waiting for the thing to die or move out. Stupid noisy creature.