Broken

Made it through Mardi Gras Parade hell, moving house, work stress - but it was the Hellifre show that gave me the cold sore. Ugh.
Kisses anyone?

Not sure how the show was received by the average punter at Hellfire - but Miss J and Mr C were happy with it, friends were complimentary. And the rest of the people there, well, I actually don't care too much what they think.
It didn't run to our rehearsed plans (well - the stage was surprisingly so bloody tiny!). But it was messy and ugly and for that I loved it. None of that fancy prancing taking everything so seriously showing off.
And I loved going from fugly fisherman to femme in pearls after.

Huge thanks to Miss Z for the opportunity, to Little Miss R for being a great cabin boi, to Mr M for clean-up and other help, and Butch N for prep and transport and other help.

More later.