So last night we finished the Charlotte run of Taming of the Shrew, complete with a few extra Ric Flair moves thrown in just for the wrestling fans in the audience.
Our director, Chris (above) did a good job of bringing together a cast of disparate invidivuals and molding us together into a mostly cohesive unit by the time we were all finished.
And, as is standard, after the last show, there might have been a little bit of partying going on.
Not that I would know anything about that.
What happens in Vegas may stay in Vegas, but the stupid shit that you do in my den ends up on Flickr.
Actors + Tequila + Sofa = Body Shots.