Farewell, "Forza"...

Last night was the final performance of "La Forza del Destino." Bittersweet. I won't miss certain aspects of this show, most particularly: suffocating in my KKK Pilgrim costume while trying not to go into a hacking Bird Flu coughing fit onstage.

But I will definitely miss the Scene-stealing Thespian Bitch Soup Cauldron scene in Act III. And the comaraderie of my fellow Pilgrims, Flagellants and Monks...

Oh yeah, I won't miss getting out of the Opera House at 11pm and waiting on McCallister and Van Ness for the friggin' bus, although there was a bus that would arrive pretty regularly at 11:10pm or so, although I won't miss some of the freakz riding the bus at that hour....

These shots are of me in my Act III Friar habit-- it's supposed to be this scary post-Apocalyptic vision, as I think I described in my *former* journal.


These photos were taken by the esteemed Mike Harvey. I also got an amazing 8x10 portrait shot by another super, John "Digital" Martin, but Mike H. was acting shockingly petulant last night, so I have to pretend that I like his photos better!

How did Maria Callas handle all the many demands of her fame???