It was a busy weekend. On Friday and Saturday night, Matt and I had our concerts, which went very well. Matt has some photos of the two of us in tuxedos. (I wanted to send one to my parents and tell them that we’d gotten married in Montreal.)

Other than that, I fell asleep on Matt’s couch on Saturday afternoon and talked in my sleep on Friday night.

And then yesterday, I had a double helping of theater. In the evening, Jere and I saw Pardon My English at Encores! (the exclamation point is part of the name, as in “Yahoo!”). Matt couldn’t make it because he was on duty. The show was a madcap trifle, not quite in the same league as Anything Goes, but still entertaining and containing a zippy Gershwin score. The other show, though, made more of an impression. I saw Craig Lucas’s Small Tragedy at Playwrights Horizons. (Craig Lucas actually e-mailed me a couple of years ago after reading something on my blog. We traded a few messages back and forth and he wound up sending me a signed copy of a book of some of his plays.) I’d thought about seeing the play, and then yesterday morning Matt and I were on the Internet trying to find out why Lee Pace, the actor who plays the brother on Wonderfalls, was so familiar to us. We realized it was because he played a transsexual in A Soldier’s Girl last year. Not only that, but he was in Small Tragedy. Since yesterday was the final performance, I knew I had to go, so I got a rush ticket and sat in the third row. Lee Pace was mere feet away from me at some points, and he did a smashing job. He’s an actor’s actor, fascinating to watch (and hot, too). He’s going places.

I’d write more, but it’s time to go meet Matt for dinner!