No Rest for the Wicked, Part II

First, A developed some kind of flu of death that left him completely out of commission for four days. Then, R caught a milder version of it and, being a musician, managed to get through the show, albeit with difficulty. Now, C seems to be the latest victim.

She did the show last night, though with a lighter version of her number. She also looked more like death warmed over than the sultry model she is supposed to portray in the show. But props to her for doing not only her act, but also the group trampoline act! Had it been me, I'd have sat that one out.

We did, of course, spend a good chunk of the afternoon coming up with a plan "B". Its a good thing we didn't have to do it though because it was the worst plan "B" ever. Admittedly, it really was the only option, it just wasn't a good one.

So, since we lucked out with C performing, the circus gods instead chose to throw numerous technical difficulties our way. Ropes getting stuck and dangling limply on stage, pulleys falling apart right before their moment of glory, L spraining his thumb mid-way though the show, and my personal favourite, A coming on stage without his costume because he couldn't find it. That was a classic for the ages. Especially since the other three of us were disguised as picture frames... my did he look out of place...

We've done three shows. There are three weeks to go. I'd ask what else can go wrong but frankly, I don't want to know.