I... have survived.

[cassaclyzm]

The show was great. No major screw-ups in the lines or the songs, and all night we were ad-libbing whenever the opportunity arose - which was often, since the show was doubling as a wedding reception. Seriously. They had the place all done up in their decorations, with the four-tier cake and the little gift bags and everything. It was insane, and we had absolutely no idea what we were doing half the time. In short, a pretty hilarious night.

Highlights include:

• sitting backstage (which is hardly more than a closet) before the show and practicing "Don't Worry, Be Happy" a capella, knowing that wedding guests could hear us as they came up the stairs;
  
• having to extend "The Locomotion" because the crowd got so into it they literally locomoted out the side door and back in again, led by the groom;
  
• having people come to me to ask administrative questions because I was playing the part of the long-suffering wife who had organized the whole evening;
  
• watching about 30% of the audience leave before the third act, because the speeches had been made and the cake had been served and they were pretty much ready to call it a night;
  
• getting great laughs for my drinking-related lines ("I tell you what. We'll get you a lovely drink. Everything will start to look better. Remember that people! After a few drinks everything - and everyone! - will start to look better.")

My favourite quote of the evening:

"Oh man, I can't wait to go out there and hit on the bride."

That was Steve, who was playing the infamous lounge singer Stu Delay. And he did, too - I think he asked her what time she had to be back in Heaven.

And I made fifty bucks in tips (we pool them and average them out). Which ain't half bad, if I do say so myself.

So. Much. Fun. When do I get to do this again?