How am I? Odd. I am odd.

It was a great weekend. Four shows, four great parties. People treating me like gold. One comment from a friend was that I was so great as Mr. Walker, that he wondered if people even knew how hard I was working to look like a straight man. He also said that when he saw me on stage, he asked “Where’s the rest of him?” My stage wife keeps hugging me and ecstatically telling me that she loves the choices I’m making. The young ladies in the chorus have taken to yelling “We Love You, Vig” in unison. A couple of the boys have flirted with me, and some of the men too. It’s very fun.

Then of course, Mondays suck. Tuesday sucks too.

I can’t wait to get back to the theater!