Doug Paulson

It’s about 40 minutes before my last call time of the conference. It’s been a great two weeks. I feel like I’ve fit six years into them. New friends, great plays, WAAAAY too much drinking, even a night of karaoke. That’s right, karaoke. Last night a group of about 20 of us ended up at one of the new bars in town and let it rip. I sang Total Eclipse of the Heart with my buddy Evan, and Stop in the Name of Love with one of our student playwrights, Mike. The picture below is of me and Mike. Amy was graciously our back-up singer/third supremem though she passed on the opportunity to use a microphone.

The other pictures are of the rest of the group, and though I know you may not know the folks involved, perhaps you can enjoy them anyway and get some sense of how many blow job shots I did off the bar with my hands behind my back. Yeah, I said it.

Who would’ve thought that a bunch of theater people would enjoy getting plastered and performing for each other?  Indeed.