There was some scheduling weirdness yesterday, and It’s Raining in Barcelona finished right when we were supposed to load in, leaving only fifteen minutes for both their strike and our setup. Not their fault: like in London, there was some kind of scheduling SNAFU, but it’s a bit maddening. I’m not an actor who is super precious with warm-ups or anything, but I do like to stretch the pipes (larynx, you perverts) before I go on, and this left me no time to do that.
That may be why the first bit of the show was a little loose. However, I managed to pull it out of the fire, and we had our best audience yet (in size as well as responsiveness).
Our Victoria hosts, Jed and TJ, came tonight and at least told me that they enjoyed the show. I had another couple of laughers, which was great as well.
My only complaint about the audience is that someone was drinking Starbucks in the front row (I’ve had a front row drinker in every show so far), and I had asked Front-Of-House to make announcement about that, and they hadn’t. Otherwise, they were superb.