Oy!

Last dress rehearsal, not as great as it could have been. Especially not in the last act. Especially around the middle of the last act. Especially when Pierre forgot a line, and in trying to cover for it screwed everything up and turned the play into a freaking farce, irrespective of it's already being a farce. Other than that, it went fine. I looked good. Who'm I kidding, I looked great! I am a handsome man in that suit, and when I say a thing like that, I have to mean it. But, yeah, the last rehearsal is the one you're encouraged to screw up horribly in, just to keep yourself humble. And we're all feeling pretty humble. Opening night tomorrow, wish me loads of luck.