Opening Night is tonight. We're proud of it so far, and I guess three fourths of our season ticket holders are coming tonight, so we should have a nice crowd. Here's what I have to do over the course of the night (without glasses, of course, so I'm damn near blind)
Dance.
Run offstage. Change clothes.
Go onstage. Do skit about seeing an invisible unicorn.
Run offstage. Put on white wing cape and "stork" helmet.
Go onstage. Using "Homer Simpson" voice, portray a drunk stork. Get pelted with stage bricks by angry female cast members after the punchline. Grope in the dark for the bricks. Collect them.
Run offstage. Change clothes. Apply a fake walrus mustache.
Go onstage. Play a British gentleman, complete with accent and brandy.
Run offstage. Remove walrus mustache. Change clothes. Apply boudineer. Apply a different fake mustache.
Go onstage. Play a department store floorwalker who gets proceedingly drunker as the skit goes on.
Run offstage. Run the slides for the next skit.
INTERMISSION. No, I don't get to rest. I have to remove my second fake mustache, change clothes, and a third fake mustache.
Go onstage. Deliver a monologue.
Run offstage. Help turn platforms and set up scenery for two skits.
Go onstage. Play a timid husband, a brave naval officer, a famous surgeon, and a British spy (who blows smoke all over the place), utilizing multi-colored neon lights and interesting sounds entertain the audience.
Run offstage. Extinguish cigarette.
Go onstage. Dance. Deliver final lines. Dance more.
Curtain call.
Dance more.
Greet the adoring public.
Remove fake mustache cement.