Well, opening night of Arsenic and Old Lace was a week ago. The second night (Saturday) was different - much more relaxed, even though more things went wrong (although, as usual, the audience had little clue.) Two more performances - tonight and tomorrow night - and then we're done. Three months of work for four performances seems like a lot, but the joy has been in the whole process.
Take learning the play, for instance. I had seen the movie before and not been terribly impressed. I watched it again and thought the same - way overacted (at least by Cary Grant as directed to by Frank Capra). Then I read the play and saw the subtleties and the real story line - not the one as hacked up by Capra and the Hollywood moral code of the 1940s. The latter appears to be largely responsible for the disappearance of the "real" ending of the play, which is brilliant and tantalizing.
I've loved learning lines. I wrote them all out on index cards (cue line on one side, my line on the back) and went through them a couple of times a day. I'd take off for lunch on workdays, go to a local Quizno's (sandwich shop), get a sandwich and a drink and sit down and go through my lines. Nobody looked at me as though I was crazy, although it must have seemed like it at times. One of the staff was cleaning tables this week and asked me what I was doing. We had a nice little chat about it.
Anyway, when it's all done I'll have to find something to fill the void (uh, maybe blogging - that seems to have been the biggest casualty...)