Turns out, people were ready for this jelly. “All the Single Ladies” sold out! My co-producer Calamity Chang and I didn’t just break even—we made some money, too. At the end of the night, I video-chatted with my boyfriend in LA to show him my wig and makeup, gently made it rain in my living room, and stumbled into bed. Within 24 hours, I was thinking the same thing I do when I turn in a piece of writing: “That was fun. Glad it’s over. What’s next?”
Part two of a series, wherein the author attempts to answer the question, “Can I produce a NYC burlesque show without losing my shirt?”
Age 5: Never go grocery shopping when you’re hungry.
Don’t think you’re hungry? Eat a candy bar just in case.