My facial muscles are cramping from smiling so much this week. Sitting in a 60's John Waters interior dream with my best friend tied to the bed by Andrea Martin. How do your organs not shut down?
Just when you think you're as proud as you could possibly be, you see your friend -in one of her dream roles, holding hands with Broadway legends, ready to go on for their final number, overwhelmed in the Magic they have created...and you can't help but quietly say to yourself "wow. my heart is smiling."