I was in the tub, getting ready for the show tonight when I had this momentarily terrifying thought. What if the dress I wanted to wear for tonight's performance is maternity wear? There's that little place in the front where it gathers where it just might be designed for the pregnant belly. Then I sank into the bubbles, grinned, and realized how completely appropriate in an Ephemily sort of way it is to do a show about how love sucks in a maternity dress. So, decision made for the wardrobe tonight.
Be there. Say you've been in the presence of greatness. Oh, and I'll be there too.