Friday, Apr. 25, 2003 | 9:47 AM

So yesterday was another fantabulous day in a long string of fantabulous days.

Rehearsal was beautiful. I mean BEAUTIFUL.

Mr. Wonderful is an incredible actor. He is a professional and acts full time for a living. And yesterday, he told me that being on stage with me was �inspiring�. When you receive that kind of compliment from someone whom you so deeply respect, it�s the greatest feeling in the world. I almost fell over�I could hardly speak to thank him. If he had any idea how much I respect him and look up to him. Man oh man�I was on cloud fucking nine after that. That moment will be filed permanently as one of the most rewarding of my life.

After rehearsal I went out for drinks at the Squealing Pig with the Production Staff (Director, Vocal Director, Stage Manager, and Choreographer) which was a good time. I love sitting in on their meetings and it�s fun to be the Honorary Member of their group. Director gave me a ride home and we had a good talk.

When I got back to my place it was only 12:30 and I didn�t have any booze in the house. I was feeling a tad antsy, so I took myself to Charlie�s where I wound up encountering these two 40ish year old Harvard Professors who had just finished up a meeting of their Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Society (they re-enact Sherlock Holmes mysteries�I shit you not). They paid for all my drinks and flirted with me until the bar closed. I was sufficiently hammered at that point and recused myself from their company, stumbling home to my cozy little pad where I spent the next half an hour or so feeling completely delicious and going over and over again in my mind the events of the evening

Right now I am exhausted and actually glad that I don�t have rehearsal until Sunday. (Oh guess what? The MC is going to be out of town on Sunday [he�s completely fabulous by the way] so I get to sing all his songs with the orchestra. YAY!!!!) I have been pushing myself like crazy and working (and um playing) so hard that I�m on the verge of collapse. I need a break.

Debbie is coming in tonight and it seems like eons since I�ve seen her. It seems like eons since I�ve seen anyone not in Cabaret world.

As wonderful a time as I�m having, I miss everyone.

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