Two shows down.

DB had the car window open, the wind through her hair, as we flew down Warringah Road, to the sounds of Opus III's It's a Fine Day. A couple of hours earlier I was thrashing her around in her blanket. All was forgiven on the trip back home from Glen Street for Clan.

After all the troubles I've had with his body over the last year (even the last couple of weeks) I'ves finally gone and done the program that I was originally supposed to do prior to my calf injury. Because of the back sprain, I hadn't had much of a chance to really flesh out my characters in the program. The mechanics were generally fine but the next level of performance was missing right up until opening night where, apparently, I was well on the way to finding it again. Welcome back Jhuny.

We had an excellent reception on Opening Night but, after a school's show and more teching prior to opening, we were all pretty exhausted. Was still exhausted today and, for me, it wasn't as sharp tonight. For instance, in String I did my solo with my fly undone. Not to mention the kicking of the wing (which, in this program, is a hard timber frame) in Power.

Tomorrow the pressure's on. Got friends in the audience and JPB is coming too. I'm not nervous.

See you at Glen Street.