Boo. Bad show Thursday night--we've post-mortemed it incessantly, and it's a combo of small house, bad placement by house staff, orneriness and, finally, me. It's hard knowing that when it all doesn't work out I'm the one who's on the hook--I don't think the audience knows they had a less than stellar experience, because they don't know how good it could have been. Still, it's very hard for us to go home and nurse our wounds and regret.
Back at it tomorrow.