Final Weekend

Friday Night.
The Friday night performance of Fiddler was strange. Somebody put a live goldfish in a pot or a pan that Tevye carries around in his cart. Mike saw it for the first time when he was on stage for "Richman." It threw him. He got through the song OK, but then dropped some lines in the scene with Perchik. And, between him and me, we invented a new arrangement of lyrics for "To Life." I'm not exactly sure how we got there, but we ended up the first verse with "It takes a wedding to make us say, "Let's live another day." Drink La'Chiam, to life!"
There were some other screwed up places, too. In the wedding scene, I never heard Mendel say, "… not at a wedding." So, I never said, "I have a right to talk." But, the scene is so chaotic that I don't think it makes much difference.
Saturday's performance was great and almost perfect up until near the end. Mike and I nailed the inn scene and, with the mens' chorus, "To Life." Everything else in the first act was great, too.
In the second act, only one Russian made it onto the stage with the Constable during the scene where the Jews are told they have to leave Anatevka. In the dressing room after the show, Mike said, "We (meaning the Jews) should have kicked their ass." And in the Anatevka scene, the scrim came down on Val. Bob said he looked like a weight lifter trying to keep it up. That all happened behind me. I couldn't see what the audience was laughing at. I thought, for a moment, that I had an open fly.
All in all, it's been a good run. Exhausting, but good. I think we put on a pretty good show.