Cuban Missile Tango is Over

Last show was a Sunday matinee. To my surprise, the house was packed again, even though it was a nice sunny afternoon outside. I think my Breshnev getup worked, as my sister heard another audience member refer to me as the "guy with the big eyebrows." After the performance, we had a cast party at the director's house. He and his wife have a home at the foot of the West Hills. On the way there I was thinking that Imago should do a show called "West Hills Like White Elephants," which is fitting since Elephant's Deli is not far away. Next up at Imago is No Exit.  I am going to work as the assistant stage manager on this one, as I like the back stage stuff too.