A Hot Time In The Old Town Tonight

Folks, last night's show went well. There was one minor glitch. Barely worth mentioning, really.

Alan said Macbeth. I pointed at him and said, "Alan... Anything goes wrong tonight? Totally your fault." He shrugged, laughing it off.

We stepped into the theatre and immediately knew something was up. Namely that the Air Conditioning was broken. In a packed house. Under very bright, very warm lights. The word is 'sweltering'.

Great timing, Alan. Just great.

Punk.