Opening night happened last night, and it went pretty well.  The house opened late, and one of the special effects got stuck half way through (leading to a little comedy gold on the part of our lead), but my actors were on FIRE, and I called a perfect show!  Tony gave me a bottle of wine, too!
There was a cast party, but I didn't go.  I had to be at work early this morning, and I had just enough time to get home and send out my performance report before I had to go to bed.  Besides, as the stage manager, the supposed voice of reason and sobriety, no matter how crazy everyone else gets, I always feel uncomfortable at cast parties.  I always feel...outside.

Though, speaking of lushes....

Damn alcoholic dog!  I was going to finish that wine!  Look at her, all chilled out-drunk eyed.  And look at that tongue!

Look at her with her nose all stuck in the glass!  Determined to get every single drop!