Part Five. When I was 2 weeks postpartum Clint called to say I’d be wearing a bathing suit. Abby was just over a month old when we started rehearsals at the Public – incidentally the same month when we shot Annie Leibovitz’ Vogue piece. And NYMag. I was so bloated and full to bursting. I could barely walk to the subway. I cried so much, so often. Everything hurt. (I cursed Korins’ Hypnobirthing.) The worst was I was barely sleeping. I pumped milk every two hours in the bathroom where everyone did their business b/c there was no open dressing room yet. Eventually one opened up & I brought in a playpen so Abby could nap & spend her days with me. It was the greatest, greatest gift. From utero she knew the songs. She sang them, danced to them, played them on piano (and xylophone. Don’t gift toddlers xylophones), sometimes even let me harmonize with her. SevenYears was her midnight bathroom lullaby. She watched anything where David was dancing. (She loved his music, but mostly his dancing.) I have more videos than I care to count of Abby singing our songs – because she listened to the show every day thru the monitors. In her bones. Between shows George and Jeigh zoomed her around in laundry baskets. Airplanes. Rollercoasters. We ate a lot of Library fries. I put too much Oregano Oil into Conrad’s mouth. Sorry about that. Justin told me stories about Sharon Jones. Every professional or production photo was taken when I was within 100 days of giving birth. Posterity photos are forever. I’ve learned to be less critical of them, but my vanity does sometimes makes me look away.
Part Five. When I was 2 weeks postpartum Clint called to say I’d be wearing a bathing suit. Abby was just over a month old when we started rehearsals at the Public – incidentally the same month when we shot Annie Leibovitz’ Vogue piece. And NYMag. I was so bloated and full to bursting. I could barely walk to the subway. I cried so much, so often. Everything hurt. (I cursed Korins’ Hypnobirthing.) The worst was I was barely sleeping. I pumped milk every two hours in the bathroom where everyone did their business b/c there was no open dressing room yet. Eventually one opened up & I brought in a playpen so Abby could nap & spend her days with me. It was the greatest, greatest gift. From utero she knew the songs. She sang them, danced to them, played them on piano (and xylophone. Don’t gift toddlers xylophones), sometimes even let me harmonize with her. SevenYears was her midnight bathroom lullaby. She watched anything where David was dancing. (She loved his music, but mostly his dancing.) I have more videos than I care to count of Abby singing our songs – because she listened to the show every day thru the monitors. In her bones. Between shows George and Jeigh zoomed her around in laundry baskets. Airplanes. Rollercoasters. We ate a lot of Library fries. I put too much Oregano Oil into Conrad’s mouth. Sorry about that. Justin told me stories about Sharon Jones. Every professional or production photo was taken when I was within 100 days of giving birth. Posterity photos are forever. I’ve learned to be less critical of them, but my vanity does sometimes makes me look away.
Part Five. When I was 2 weeks postpartum Clint called to say I’d be wearing a bathing suit. Abby was just over a month old when we started rehearsals at the Public – incidentally the same month when we shot Annie Leibovitz’ Vogue piece. And NYMag. I was so bloated and full to bursting. I could barely walk to the subway. I cried so much, so often. Everything hurt. (I cursed Korins’ Hypnobirthing.) The worst was I was barely sleeping. I pumped milk every two hours in the bathroom where everyone did their business b/c there was no open dressing room yet. Eventually one opened up & I brought in a playpen so Abby could nap & spend her days with me. It was the greatest, greatest gift. From utero she knew the songs. She sang them, danced to them, played them on piano (and xylophone. Don’t gift toddlers xylophones), sometimes even let me harmonize with her. SevenYears was her midnight bathroom lullaby. She watched anything where David was dancing. (She loved his music, but mostly his dancing.) I have more videos than I care to count of Abby singing our songs – because she listened to the show every day thru the monitors. In her bones. Between shows George and Jeigh zoomed her around in laundry baskets. Airplanes. Rollercoasters. We ate a lot of Library fries. I put too much Oregano Oil into Conrad’s mouth. Sorry about that. Justin told me stories about Sharon Jones. Every professional or production photo was taken when I was within 100 days of giving birth. Posterity photos are forever. I’ve learned to be less critical of them, but my vanity does sometimes makes me look away.
Part Five. When I was 2 weeks postpartum Clint called to say I’d be wearing a bathing suit. Abby was just over a month old when we started rehearsals at the Public – incidentally the same month when we shot Annie Leibovitz’ Vogue piece. And NYMag. I was so bloated and full to bursting. I could barely walk to the subway. I cried so much, so often. Everything hurt. (I cursed Korins’ Hypnobirthing.) The worst was I was barely sleeping. I pumped milk every two hours in the bathroom where everyone did their business b/c there was no open dressing room yet. Eventually one opened up & I brought in a playpen so Abby could nap & spend her days with me. It was the greatest, greatest gift. From utero she knew the songs. She sang them, danced to them, played them on piano (and xylophone. Don’t gift toddlers xylophones), sometimes even let me harmonize with her. SevenYears was her midnight bathroom lullaby. She watched anything where David was dancing. (She loved his music, but mostly his dancing.) I have more videos than I care to count of Abby singing our songs – because she listened to the show every day thru the monitors. In her bones. Between shows George and Jeigh zoomed her around in laundry baskets. Airplanes. Rollercoasters. We ate a lot of Library fries. I put too much Oregano Oil into Conrad’s mouth. Sorry about that. Justin told me stories about Sharon Jones. Every professional or production photo was taken when I was within 100 days of giving birth. Posterity photos are forever. I’ve learned to be less critical of them, but my vanity does sometimes makes me look away.
Part Five. When I was 2 weeks postpartum Clint called to say I’d be wearing a bathing suit. Abby was just over a month old when we started rehearsals at the Public – incidentally the same month when we shot Annie Leibovitz’ Vogue piece. And NYMag. I was so bloated and full to bursting. I could barely walk to the subway. I cried so much, so often. Everything hurt. (I cursed Korins’ Hypnobirthing.) The worst was I was barely sleeping. I pumped milk every two hours in the bathroom where everyone did their business b/c there was no open dressing room yet. Eventually one opened up & I brought in a playpen so Abby could nap & spend her days with me. It was the greatest, greatest gift. From utero she knew the songs. She sang them, danced to them, played them on piano (and xylophone. Don’t gift toddlers xylophones), sometimes even let me harmonize with her. SevenYears was her midnight bathroom lullaby. She watched anything where David was dancing. (She loved his music, but mostly his dancing.) I have more videos than I care to count of Abby singing our songs – because she listened to the show every day thru the monitors. In her bones. Between shows George and Jeigh zoomed her around in laundry baskets. Airplanes. Rollercoasters. We ate a lot of Library fries. I put too much Oregano Oil into Conrad’s mouth. Sorry about that. Justin told me stories about Sharon Jones. Every professional or production photo was taken when I was within 100 days of giving birth. Posterity photos are forever. I’ve learned to be less critical of them, but my vanity does sometimes makes me look away.
Part Five. When I was 2 weeks postpartum Clint called to say I’d be wearing a bathing suit. Abby was just over a month old when we started rehearsals at the Public – incidentally the same month when we shot Annie Leibovitz’ Vogue piece. And NYMag. I was so bloated and full to bursting. I could barely walk to the subway. I cried so much, so often. Everything hurt. (I cursed Korins’ Hypnobirthing.) The worst was I was barely sleeping. I pumped milk every two hours in the bathroom where everyone did their business b/c there was no open dressing room yet. Eventually one opened up & I brought in a playpen so Abby could nap & spend her days with me. It was the greatest, greatest gift. From utero she knew the songs. She sang them, danced to them, played them on piano (and xylophone. Don’t gift toddlers xylophones), sometimes even let me harmonize with her. SevenYears was her midnight bathroom lullaby. She watched anything where David was dancing. (She loved his music, but mostly his dancing.) I have more videos than I care to count of Abby singing our songs – because she listened to the show every day thru the monitors. In her bones. Between shows George and Jeigh zoomed her around in laundry baskets. Airplanes. Rollercoasters. We ate a lot of Library fries. I put too much Oregano Oil into Conrad’s mouth. Sorry about that. Justin told me stories about Sharon Jones. Every professional or production photo was taken when I was within 100 days of giving birth. Posterity photos are forever. I’ve learned to be less critical of them, but my vanity does sometimes makes me look away.
Part Five. When I was 2 weeks postpartum Clint called to say I’d be wearing a bathing suit. Abby was just over a month old when we started rehearsals at the Public – incidentally the same month when we shot Annie Leibovitz’ Vogue piece. And NYMag. I was so bloated and full to bursting. I could barely walk to the subway. I cried so much, so often. Everything hurt. (I cursed Korins’ Hypnobirthing.) The worst was I was barely sleeping. I pumped milk every two hours in the bathroom where everyone did their business b/c there was no open dressing room yet. Eventually one opened up & I brought in a playpen so Abby could nap & spend her days with me. It was the greatest, greatest gift. From utero she knew the songs. She sang them, danced to them, played them on piano (and xylophone. Don’t gift toddlers xylophones), sometimes even let me harmonize with her. SevenYears was her midnight bathroom lullaby. She watched anything where David was dancing. (She loved his music, but mostly his dancing.) I have more videos than I care to count of Abby singing our songs – because she listened to the show every day thru the monitors. In her bones. Between shows George and Jeigh zoomed her around in laundry baskets. Airplanes. Rollercoasters. We ate a lot of Library fries. I put too much Oregano Oil into Conrad’s mouth. Sorry about that. Justin told me stories about Sharon Jones. Every professional or production photo was taken when I was within 100 days of giving birth. Posterity photos are forever. I’ve learned to be less critical of them, but my vanity does sometimes makes me look away.
Part Four. I became friends with some of my favorite people in the world. Renee’s dad became our cast mascot, to be rivaled only by Abby almost a year later. Maria-Christina signed my name at the stage door & at restaurants.. because…they couldn’t tell us apart… But we didn’t mind. George’s #backting monologue from Act1/BlackBox deserves its own reel. It’s long. And hysterical. With permission, think I will. WHO SAID “and if I bang my head on the WAFFLE IRON.” Nathaniel & George I’m looking at you. Reader, I SANG THAT IN A SHOW!!!! It’s supposed to be “bang my head on the wall for hours.” And don’t get me started on MCOs “cheesy sleep affair.” My 30th Birthday was OpeningNight at the LuEsther 1.0. Everyone sang me the song. Oskar gave a speech. An Opening Night Birthday Party. They served cake with the champagne. I don’t remember why I passed. I’m still picky about frosting. .
Part Four. I became friends with some of my favorite people in the world. Renee’s dad became our cast mascot, to be rivaled only by Abby almost a year later. Maria-Christina signed my name at the stage door & at restaurants.. because…they couldn’t tell us apart… But we didn’t mind. George’s #backting monologue from Act1/BlackBox deserves its own reel. It’s long. And hysterical. With permission, think I will. WHO SAID “and if I bang my head on the WAFFLE IRON.” Nathaniel & George I’m looking at you. Reader, I SANG THAT IN A SHOW!!!! It’s supposed to be “bang my head on the wall for hours.” And don’t get me started on MCOs “cheesy sleep affair.” My 30th Birthday was OpeningNight at the LuEsther 1.0. Everyone sang me the song. Oskar gave a speech. An Opening Night Birthday Party. They served cake with the champagne. I don’t remember why I passed. I’m still picky about frosting. .
Part Four. I became friends with some of my favorite people in the world. Renee’s dad became our cast mascot, to be rivaled only by Abby almost a year later. Maria-Christina signed my name at the stage door & at restaurants.. because…they couldn’t tell us apart… But we didn’t mind. George’s #backting monologue from Act1/BlackBox deserves its own reel. It’s long. And hysterical. With permission, think I will. WHO SAID “and if I bang my head on the WAFFLE IRON.” Nathaniel & George I’m looking at you. Reader, I SANG THAT IN A SHOW!!!! It’s supposed to be “bang my head on the wall for hours.” And don’t get me started on MCOs “cheesy sleep affair.” My 30th Birthday was OpeningNight at the LuEsther 1.0. Everyone sang me the song. Oskar gave a speech. An Opening Night Birthday Party. They served cake with the champagne. I don’t remember why I passed. I’m still picky about frosting. .
Part Six. We went thru prototype after prototype after wig after wig after piece after piece to get the hair right. (We called her The Helmet.) And So. Many. Magnets. And Seatbelts. And pullaway zippers. We tricked out our clothing to the last seam…really went thru the wringer. Wow, did we ever go thru it. Clint was the creator but Rachel was the magician, the unsung hero of my life. (She even feed me burgers & did my hair while I was attached to my pump & doing my makeup) I pumped during nightly notes. Pumps were not quiet then. I was an alien. Rachel timed some of the offstage costume changes. One was 23 seconds for hair, makeup & costume. (Was that one North Hallway one? Or Video Wall? We had 4 stations for prep, quick changes & makeup additions to transform her appearance gradually over 90mins. Every change included a nursing pad swap. I had so many makeup brushes for those 4 stations. I used 4 colors of nail polish on the ends of each so after washing them I could easily sort them back to their correct home. Even the actual make up products were color coded. I hoarded every unused brain cell Rachel, remember when I got food poisoning & you literally tore me out of the finale dress? You said it was a Future Rachel problem. Future Ruthie still use that. Buckets everywhere. I about hurled on the cast after Flowers. (I could see the fear in their eyes) We didn’t have understudies then This car wash curtain picture: for years, while scrolling past it, I thought it was a picture of Rachel. Even posting it now; I thought it was Rachel. I looked for her looking like this Someone broke into the LuEsther & stole a lot of clothing & jewelry. What idiots. They left the Herve Leger & Clint’s mom’s fur coat. Idiots Rachel and Liz and Lizzie somehow made KMart costumes work for the show that day So many people. Pictures in front of a horrible vending machine backdrop. Basement vending machines for our VIPs! Jessie came 6x? 8?x With their entire wedding party. [Justin just confirmed: 8 times.] I grabbed a man & danced with him. Alex told me later that was Ben Brantley, I didn’t know. Fear. It was my first time being reviewed. I was so green. We got lucky .
Part Six. We went thru prototype after prototype after wig after wig after piece after piece to get the hair right. (We called her The Helmet.) And So. Many. Magnets. And Seatbelts. And pullaway zippers. We tricked out our clothing to the last seam…really went thru the wringer. Wow, did we ever go thru it. Clint was the creator but Rachel was the magician, the unsung hero of my life. (She even feed me burgers & did my hair while I was attached to my pump & doing my makeup) I pumped during nightly notes. Pumps were not quiet then. I was an alien. Rachel timed some of the offstage costume changes. One was 23 seconds for hair, makeup & costume. (Was that one North Hallway one? Or Video Wall? We had 4 stations for prep, quick changes & makeup additions to transform her appearance gradually over 90mins. Every change included a nursing pad swap. I had so many makeup brushes for those 4 stations. I used 4 colors of nail polish on the ends of each so after washing them I could easily sort them back to their correct home. Even the actual make up products were color coded. I hoarded every unused brain cell Rachel, remember when I got food poisoning & you literally tore me out of the finale dress? You said it was a Future Rachel problem. Future Ruthie still use that. Buckets everywhere. I about hurled on the cast after Flowers. (I could see the fear in their eyes) We didn’t have understudies then This car wash curtain picture: for years, while scrolling past it, I thought it was a picture of Rachel. Even posting it now; I thought it was Rachel. I looked for her looking like this Someone broke into the LuEsther & stole a lot of clothing & jewelry. What idiots. They left the Herve Leger & Clint’s mom’s fur coat. Idiots Rachel and Liz and Lizzie somehow made KMart costumes work for the show that day So many people. Pictures in front of a horrible vending machine backdrop. Basement vending machines for our VIPs! Jessie came 6x? 8?x With their entire wedding party. [Justin just confirmed: 8 times.] I grabbed a man & danced with him. Alex told me later that was Ben Brantley, I didn’t know. Fear. It was my first time being reviewed. I was so green. We got lucky .
Part Six. We went thru prototype after prototype after wig after wig after piece after piece to get the hair right. (We called her The Helmet.) And So. Many. Magnets. And Seatbelts. And pullaway zippers. We tricked out our clothing to the last seam…really went thru the wringer. Wow, did we ever go thru it. Clint was the creator but Rachel was the magician, the unsung hero of my life. (She even feed me burgers & did my hair while I was attached to my pump & doing my makeup) I pumped during nightly notes. Pumps were not quiet then. I was an alien. Rachel timed some of the offstage costume changes. One was 23 seconds for hair, makeup & costume. (Was that one North Hallway one? Or Video Wall? We had 4 stations for prep, quick changes & makeup additions to transform her appearance gradually over 90mins. Every change included a nursing pad swap. I had so many makeup brushes for those 4 stations. I used 4 colors of nail polish on the ends of each so after washing them I could easily sort them back to their correct home. Even the actual make up products were color coded. I hoarded every unused brain cell Rachel, remember when I got food poisoning & you literally tore me out of the finale dress? You said it was a Future Rachel problem. Future Ruthie still use that. Buckets everywhere. I about hurled on the cast after Flowers. (I could see the fear in their eyes) We didn’t have understudies then This car wash curtain picture: for years, while scrolling past it, I thought it was a picture of Rachel. Even posting it now; I thought it was Rachel. I looked for her looking like this Someone broke into the LuEsther & stole a lot of clothing & jewelry. What idiots. They left the Herve Leger & Clint’s mom’s fur coat. Idiots Rachel and Liz and Lizzie somehow made KMart costumes work for the show that day So many people. Pictures in front of a horrible vending machine backdrop. Basement vending machines for our VIPs! Jessie came 6x? 8?x With their entire wedding party. [Justin just confirmed: 8 times.] I grabbed a man & danced with him. Alex told me later that was Ben Brantley, I didn’t know. Fear. It was my first time being reviewed. I was so green. We got lucky .
Part Six. We went thru prototype after prototype after wig after wig after piece after piece to get the hair right. (We called her The Helmet.) And So. Many. Magnets. And Seatbelts. And pullaway zippers. We tricked out our clothing to the last seam…really went thru the wringer. Wow, did we ever go thru it. Clint was the creator but Rachel was the magician, the unsung hero of my life. (She even feed me burgers & did my hair while I was attached to my pump & doing my makeup) I pumped during nightly notes. Pumps were not quiet then. I was an alien. Rachel timed some of the offstage costume changes. One was 23 seconds for hair, makeup & costume. (Was that one North Hallway one? Or Video Wall? We had 4 stations for prep, quick changes & makeup additions to transform her appearance gradually over 90mins. Every change included a nursing pad swap. I had so many makeup brushes for those 4 stations. I used 4 colors of nail polish on the ends of each so after washing them I could easily sort them back to their correct home. Even the actual make up products were color coded. I hoarded every unused brain cell Rachel, remember when I got food poisoning & you literally tore me out of the finale dress? You said it was a Future Rachel problem. Future Ruthie still use that. Buckets everywhere. I about hurled on the cast after Flowers. (I could see the fear in their eyes) We didn’t have understudies then This car wash curtain picture: for years, while scrolling past it, I thought it was a picture of Rachel. Even posting it now; I thought it was Rachel. I looked for her looking like this Someone broke into the LuEsther & stole a lot of clothing & jewelry. What idiots. They left the Herve Leger & Clint’s mom’s fur coat. Idiots Rachel and Liz and Lizzie somehow made KMart costumes work for the show that day So many people. Pictures in front of a horrible vending machine backdrop. Basement vending machines for our VIPs! Jessie came 6x? 8?x With their entire wedding party. [Justin just confirmed: 8 times.] I grabbed a man & danced with him. Alex told me later that was Ben Brantley, I didn’t know. Fear. It was my first time being reviewed. I was so green. We got lucky .
Part Six. We went thru prototype after prototype after wig after wig after piece after piece to get the hair right. (We called her The Helmet.) And So. Many. Magnets. And Seatbelts. And pullaway zippers. We tricked out our clothing to the last seam…really went thru the wringer. Wow, did we ever go thru it. Clint was the creator but Rachel was the magician, the unsung hero of my life. (She even feed me burgers & did my hair while I was attached to my pump & doing my makeup) I pumped during nightly notes. Pumps were not quiet then. I was an alien. Rachel timed some of the offstage costume changes. One was 23 seconds for hair, makeup & costume. (Was that one North Hallway one? Or Video Wall? We had 4 stations for prep, quick changes & makeup additions to transform her appearance gradually over 90mins. Every change included a nursing pad swap. I had so many makeup brushes for those 4 stations. I used 4 colors of nail polish on the ends of each so after washing them I could easily sort them back to their correct home. Even the actual make up products were color coded. I hoarded every unused brain cell Rachel, remember when I got food poisoning & you literally tore me out of the finale dress? You said it was a Future Rachel problem. Future Ruthie still use that. Buckets everywhere. I about hurled on the cast after Flowers. (I could see the fear in their eyes) We didn’t have understudies then This car wash curtain picture: for years, while scrolling past it, I thought it was a picture of Rachel. Even posting it now; I thought it was Rachel. I looked for her looking like this Someone broke into the LuEsther & stole a lot of clothing & jewelry. What idiots. They left the Herve Leger & Clint’s mom’s fur coat. Idiots Rachel and Liz and Lizzie somehow made KMart costumes work for the show that day So many people. Pictures in front of a horrible vending machine backdrop. Basement vending machines for our VIPs! Jessie came 6x? 8?x With their entire wedding party. [Justin just confirmed: 8 times.] I grabbed a man & danced with him. Alex told me later that was Ben Brantley, I didn’t know. Fear. It was my first time being reviewed. I was so green. We got lucky .
Part Six. We went thru prototype after prototype after wig after wig after piece after piece to get the hair right. (We called her The Helmet.) And So. Many. Magnets. And Seatbelts. And pullaway zippers. We tricked out our clothing to the last seam…really went thru the wringer. Wow, did we ever go thru it. Clint was the creator but Rachel was the magician, the unsung hero of my life. (She even feed me burgers & did my hair while I was attached to my pump & doing my makeup) I pumped during nightly notes. Pumps were not quiet then. I was an alien. Rachel timed some of the offstage costume changes. One was 23 seconds for hair, makeup & costume. (Was that one North Hallway one? Or Video Wall? We had 4 stations for prep, quick changes & makeup additions to transform her appearance gradually over 90mins. Every change included a nursing pad swap. I had so many makeup brushes for those 4 stations. I used 4 colors of nail polish on the ends of each so after washing them I could easily sort them back to their correct home. Even the actual make up products were color coded. I hoarded every unused brain cell Rachel, remember when I got food poisoning & you literally tore me out of the finale dress? You said it was a Future Rachel problem. Future Ruthie still use that. Buckets everywhere. I about hurled on the cast after Flowers. (I could see the fear in their eyes) We didn’t have understudies then This car wash curtain picture: for years, while scrolling past it, I thought it was a picture of Rachel. Even posting it now; I thought it was Rachel. I looked for her looking like this Someone broke into the LuEsther & stole a lot of clothing & jewelry. What idiots. They left the Herve Leger & Clint’s mom’s fur coat. Idiots Rachel and Liz and Lizzie somehow made KMart costumes work for the show that day So many people. Pictures in front of a horrible vending machine backdrop. Basement vending machines for our VIPs! Jessie came 6x? 8?x With their entire wedding party. [Justin just confirmed: 8 times.] I grabbed a man & danced with him. Alex told me later that was Ben Brantley, I didn’t know. Fear. It was my first time being reviewed. I was so green. We got lucky .
Part Six. We went thru prototype after prototype after wig after wig after piece after piece to get the hair right. (We called her The Helmet.) And So. Many. Magnets. And Seatbelts. And pullaway zippers. We tricked out our clothing to the last seam…really went thru the wringer. Wow, did we ever go thru it. Clint was the creator but Rachel was the magician, the unsung hero of my life. (She even feed me burgers & did my hair while I was attached to my pump & doing my makeup) I pumped during nightly notes. Pumps were not quiet then. I was an alien. Rachel timed some of the offstage costume changes. One was 23 seconds for hair, makeup & costume. (Was that one North Hallway one? Or Video Wall? We had 4 stations for prep, quick changes & makeup additions to transform her appearance gradually over 90mins. Every change included a nursing pad swap. I had so many makeup brushes for those 4 stations. I used 4 colors of nail polish on the ends of each so after washing them I could easily sort them back to their correct home. Even the actual make up products were color coded. I hoarded every unused brain cell Rachel, remember when I got food poisoning & you literally tore me out of the finale dress? You said it was a Future Rachel problem. Future Ruthie still use that. Buckets everywhere. I about hurled on the cast after Flowers. (I could see the fear in their eyes) We didn’t have understudies then This car wash curtain picture: for years, while scrolling past it, I thought it was a picture of Rachel. Even posting it now; I thought it was Rachel. I looked for her looking like this Someone broke into the LuEsther & stole a lot of clothing & jewelry. What idiots. They left the Herve Leger & Clint’s mom’s fur coat. Idiots Rachel and Liz and Lizzie somehow made KMart costumes work for the show that day So many people. Pictures in front of a horrible vending machine backdrop. Basement vending machines for our VIPs! Jessie came 6x? 8?x With their entire wedding party. [Justin just confirmed: 8 times.] I grabbed a man & danced with him. Alex told me later that was Ben Brantley, I didn’t know. Fear. It was my first time being reviewed. I was so green. We got lucky .
Part Six. We went thru prototype after prototype after wig after wig after piece after piece to get the hair right. (We called her The Helmet.) And So. Many. Magnets. And Seatbelts. And pullaway zippers. We tricked out our clothing to the last seam…really went thru the wringer. Wow, did we ever go thru it. Clint was the creator but Rachel was the magician, the unsung hero of my life. (She even feed me burgers & did my hair while I was attached to my pump & doing my makeup) I pumped during nightly notes. Pumps were not quiet then. I was an alien. Rachel timed some of the offstage costume changes. One was 23 seconds for hair, makeup & costume. (Was that one North Hallway one? Or Video Wall? We had 4 stations for prep, quick changes & makeup additions to transform her appearance gradually over 90mins. Every change included a nursing pad swap. I had so many makeup brushes for those 4 stations. I used 4 colors of nail polish on the ends of each so after washing them I could easily sort them back to their correct home. Even the actual make up products were color coded. I hoarded every unused brain cell Rachel, remember when I got food poisoning & you literally tore me out of the finale dress? You said it was a Future Rachel problem. Future Ruthie still use that. Buckets everywhere. I about hurled on the cast after Flowers. (I could see the fear in their eyes) We didn’t have understudies then This car wash curtain picture: for years, while scrolling past it, I thought it was a picture of Rachel. Even posting it now; I thought it was Rachel. I looked for her looking like this Someone broke into the LuEsther & stole a lot of clothing & jewelry. What idiots. They left the Herve Leger & Clint’s mom’s fur coat. Idiots Rachel and Liz and Lizzie somehow made KMart costumes work for the show that day So many people. Pictures in front of a horrible vending machine backdrop. Basement vending machines for our VIPs! Jessie came 6x? 8?x With their entire wedding party. [Justin just confirmed: 8 times.] I grabbed a man & danced with him. Alex told me later that was Ben Brantley, I didn’t know. Fear. It was my first time being reviewed. I was so green. We got lucky .
Part Six. We went thru prototype after prototype after wig after wig after piece after piece to get the hair right. (We called her The Helmet.) And So. Many. Magnets. And Seatbelts. And pullaway zippers. We tricked out our clothing to the last seam…really went thru the wringer. Wow, did we ever go thru it. Clint was the creator but Rachel was the magician, the unsung hero of my life. (She even feed me burgers & did my hair while I was attached to my pump & doing my makeup) I pumped during nightly notes. Pumps were not quiet then. I was an alien. Rachel timed some of the offstage costume changes. One was 23 seconds for hair, makeup & costume. (Was that one North Hallway one? Or Video Wall? We had 4 stations for prep, quick changes & makeup additions to transform her appearance gradually over 90mins. Every change included a nursing pad swap. I had so many makeup brushes for those 4 stations. I used 4 colors of nail polish on the ends of each so after washing them I could easily sort them back to their correct home. Even the actual make up products were color coded. I hoarded every unused brain cell Rachel, remember when I got food poisoning & you literally tore me out of the finale dress? You said it was a Future Rachel problem. Future Ruthie still use that. Buckets everywhere. I about hurled on the cast after Flowers. (I could see the fear in their eyes) We didn’t have understudies then This car wash curtain picture: for years, while scrolling past it, I thought it was a picture of Rachel. Even posting it now; I thought it was Rachel. I looked for her looking like this Someone broke into the LuEsther & stole a lot of clothing & jewelry. What idiots. They left the Herve Leger & Clint’s mom’s fur coat. Idiots Rachel and Liz and Lizzie somehow made KMart costumes work for the show that day So many people. Pictures in front of a horrible vending machine backdrop. Basement vending machines for our VIPs! Jessie came 6x? 8?x With their entire wedding party. [Justin just confirmed: 8 times.] I grabbed a man & danced with him. Alex told me later that was Ben Brantley, I didn’t know. Fear. It was my first time being reviewed. I was so green. We got lucky .
Part Six. We went thru prototype after prototype after wig after wig after piece after piece to get the hair right. (We called her The Helmet.) And So. Many. Magnets. And Seatbelts. And pullaway zippers. We tricked out our clothing to the last seam…really went thru the wringer. Wow, did we ever go thru it. Clint was the creator but Rachel was the magician, the unsung hero of my life. (She even feed me burgers & did my hair while I was attached to my pump & doing my makeup) I pumped during nightly notes. Pumps were not quiet then. I was an alien. Rachel timed some of the offstage costume changes. One was 23 seconds for hair, makeup & costume. (Was that one North Hallway one? Or Video Wall? We had 4 stations for prep, quick changes & makeup additions to transform her appearance gradually over 90mins. Every change included a nursing pad swap. I had so many makeup brushes for those 4 stations. I used 4 colors of nail polish on the ends of each so after washing them I could easily sort them back to their correct home. Even the actual make up products were color coded. I hoarded every unused brain cell Rachel, remember when I got food poisoning & you literally tore me out of the finale dress? You said it was a Future Rachel problem. Future Ruthie still use that. Buckets everywhere. I about hurled on the cast after Flowers. (I could see the fear in their eyes) We didn’t have understudies then This car wash curtain picture: for years, while scrolling past it, I thought it was a picture of Rachel. Even posting it now; I thought it was Rachel. I looked for her looking like this Someone broke into the LuEsther & stole a lot of clothing & jewelry. What idiots. They left the Herve Leger & Clint’s mom’s fur coat. Idiots Rachel and Liz and Lizzie somehow made KMart costumes work for the show that day So many people. Pictures in front of a horrible vending machine backdrop. Basement vending machines for our VIPs! Jessie came 6x? 8?x With their entire wedding party. [Justin just confirmed: 8 times.] I grabbed a man & danced with him. Alex told me later that was Ben Brantley, I didn’t know. Fear. It was my first time being reviewed. I was so green. We got lucky .
Part Seven. Every step was measured, counted, deliberate. We memorized the stages. Don’t look down: freedom from the telescoping platforms is an invitation for the audience to meet eyes. I learned to play in the round; someone is always watching I had an impossibly hard time hearing the base note cue in PleaseDon’t. (An in-ear again would have helped.) Matt added a synth octave gliss to help. Peter played Imelda’s dancing videos ad nauseam for me. Ad.Nauseam. Rachel’s hands handed me jackets & robes, took coats & other shed costumes, and fed me props thru the car wash curtain. It was a magic trick. At one point 3 costumes are worn simultaneously. It took a long time to get that one right bc Clint could see the bathing suit under the AnnieB dress. God bless that seatbelt My favorite moments hid in the transitions, esp vocally. I LIVED for the final note PoorMe. It felt badass. The rotating center that was only used that once I loved seeing the audience realize who they’ve been dancing with when the ugly lights came on. I leaned on Alex’ sense of irony. Kim gave up trying to get me *not* to sing alternating notes on the final line, the It’s For Loves.. It gave me musical joy. Did it make it onto the album? I still can’t believe you auto tuned our vibratos in PrettyFace instead of re-recording. Still mad, but Dancin’s 👍 Alex dreamt of ballot boxes and papers & cupcakes and champagne to be distributed during the Election. During Act1 we rolled around TV stands around the audience. The NYU black box was exactly 11 days long, and it ended on ElevenDays. Jose and I looked at each other saying, “What is this show?” It was so different. Jose said, “Doesn’t matter, Oskar Eustis is here.” Act 2 had a huge rotating square – think if the Floatilla and Blender had a baby. It was so heavy. And slow. Kim’s analogy of singing like silver drops of rain has stuck with me. OMG remember the $ that used to fly on Ninoy’s number in Act1?!! Something about being a reporter in Japan? I wish I had that number recorded. It was so..so…? The floor was covered in U.S. dollar bills. Symbolic. Satirical. Ironic. Cool. And when did we cut the rice confetti? So much rice-on-face.
Part Seven. Every step was measured, counted, deliberate. We memorized the stages. Don’t look down: freedom from the telescoping platforms is an invitation for the audience to meet eyes. I learned to play in the round; someone is always watching I had an impossibly hard time hearing the base note cue in PleaseDon’t. (An in-ear again would have helped.) Matt added a synth octave gliss to help. Peter played Imelda’s dancing videos ad nauseam for me. Ad.Nauseam. Rachel’s hands handed me jackets & robes, took coats & other shed costumes, and fed me props thru the car wash curtain. It was a magic trick. At one point 3 costumes are worn simultaneously. It took a long time to get that one right bc Clint could see the bathing suit under the AnnieB dress. God bless that seatbelt My favorite moments hid in the transitions, esp vocally. I LIVED for the final note PoorMe. It felt badass. The rotating center that was only used that once I loved seeing the audience realize who they’ve been dancing with when the ugly lights came on. I leaned on Alex’ sense of irony. Kim gave up trying to get me *not* to sing alternating notes on the final line, the It’s For Loves.. It gave me musical joy. Did it make it onto the album? I still can’t believe you auto tuned our vibratos in PrettyFace instead of re-recording. Still mad, but Dancin’s 👍 Alex dreamt of ballot boxes and papers & cupcakes and champagne to be distributed during the Election. During Act1 we rolled around TV stands around the audience. The NYU black box was exactly 11 days long, and it ended on ElevenDays. Jose and I looked at each other saying, “What is this show?” It was so different. Jose said, “Doesn’t matter, Oskar Eustis is here.” Act 2 had a huge rotating square – think if the Floatilla and Blender had a baby. It was so heavy. And slow. Kim’s analogy of singing like silver drops of rain has stuck with me. OMG remember the $ that used to fly on Ninoy’s number in Act1?!! Something about being a reporter in Japan? I wish I had that number recorded. It was so..so…? The floor was covered in U.S. dollar bills. Symbolic. Satirical. Ironic. Cool. And when did we cut the rice confetti? So much rice-on-face.
Part Seven. Every step was measured, counted, deliberate. We memorized the stages. Don’t look down: freedom from the telescoping platforms is an invitation for the audience to meet eyes. I learned to play in the round; someone is always watching I had an impossibly hard time hearing the base note cue in PleaseDon’t. (An in-ear again would have helped.) Matt added a synth octave gliss to help. Peter played Imelda’s dancing videos ad nauseam for me. Ad.Nauseam. Rachel’s hands handed me jackets & robes, took coats & other shed costumes, and fed me props thru the car wash curtain. It was a magic trick. At one point 3 costumes are worn simultaneously. It took a long time to get that one right bc Clint could see the bathing suit under the AnnieB dress. God bless that seatbelt My favorite moments hid in the transitions, esp vocally. I LIVED for the final note PoorMe. It felt badass. The rotating center that was only used that once I loved seeing the audience realize who they’ve been dancing with when the ugly lights came on. I leaned on Alex’ sense of irony. Kim gave up trying to get me *not* to sing alternating notes on the final line, the It’s For Loves.. It gave me musical joy. Did it make it onto the album? I still can’t believe you auto tuned our vibratos in PrettyFace instead of re-recording. Still mad, but Dancin’s 👍 Alex dreamt of ballot boxes and papers & cupcakes and champagne to be distributed during the Election. During Act1 we rolled around TV stands around the audience. The NYU black box was exactly 11 days long, and it ended on ElevenDays. Jose and I looked at each other saying, “What is this show?” It was so different. Jose said, “Doesn’t matter, Oskar Eustis is here.” Act 2 had a huge rotating square – think if the Floatilla and Blender had a baby. It was so heavy. And slow. Kim’s analogy of singing like silver drops of rain has stuck with me. OMG remember the $ that used to fly on Ninoy’s number in Act1?!! Something about being a reporter in Japan? I wish I had that number recorded. It was so..so…? The floor was covered in U.S. dollar bills. Symbolic. Satirical. Ironic. Cool. And when did we cut the rice confetti? So much rice-on-face.
Part Seven. Every step was measured, counted, deliberate. We memorized the stages. Don’t look down: freedom from the telescoping platforms is an invitation for the audience to meet eyes. I learned to play in the round; someone is always watching I had an impossibly hard time hearing the base note cue in PleaseDon’t. (An in-ear again would have helped.) Matt added a synth octave gliss to help. Peter played Imelda’s dancing videos ad nauseam for me. Ad.Nauseam. Rachel’s hands handed me jackets & robes, took coats & other shed costumes, and fed me props thru the car wash curtain. It was a magic trick. At one point 3 costumes are worn simultaneously. It took a long time to get that one right bc Clint could see the bathing suit under the AnnieB dress. God bless that seatbelt My favorite moments hid in the transitions, esp vocally. I LIVED for the final note PoorMe. It felt badass. The rotating center that was only used that once I loved seeing the audience realize who they’ve been dancing with when the ugly lights came on. I leaned on Alex’ sense of irony. Kim gave up trying to get me *not* to sing alternating notes on the final line, the It’s For Loves.. It gave me musical joy. Did it make it onto the album? I still can’t believe you auto tuned our vibratos in PrettyFace instead of re-recording. Still mad, but Dancin’s 👍 Alex dreamt of ballot boxes and papers & cupcakes and champagne to be distributed during the Election. During Act1 we rolled around TV stands around the audience. The NYU black box was exactly 11 days long, and it ended on ElevenDays. Jose and I looked at each other saying, “What is this show?” It was so different. Jose said, “Doesn’t matter, Oskar Eustis is here.” Act 2 had a huge rotating square – think if the Floatilla and Blender had a baby. It was so heavy. And slow. Kim’s analogy of singing like silver drops of rain has stuck with me. OMG remember the $ that used to fly on Ninoy’s number in Act1?!! Something about being a reporter in Japan? I wish I had that number recorded. It was so..so…? The floor was covered in U.S. dollar bills. Symbolic. Satirical. Ironic. Cool. And when did we cut the rice confetti? So much rice-on-face.
