The following reflection was written in 2003, when I was between 25 and 26 years old.
We did our dress rehearsal for A Lick And A Promise on Wednesday so that Rob could do his staged reading of Oleanna on Thursday. It went well, but not too well. I think we went off on a few too many tangents, but that was the way rehearsal had been and a great energy always came out of it when we finally did get down to business, so I never chided them much for it.
At some point during rehearsal, I began explaining the story behind a particular joke that everyone was wondering about. Amanda’s character Tracy, a lesbian, is describing the last time she saw a penis before the wild incidents that take place during the play. She says, “The last time I saw a dick was Billy Mills… Mom nearly forced me to go on that date, just to see if I really was only into girls.”
It was a joke about my friend KenMills, who had dated a girl a few years before who came out of the closet shortly after dating him. He always seemed pretty sensitive about it, so naturally, I thought it was the perfect material for my show.
When she heard the story, Amanda promised she would say Kenny Mills instead of Billy Mills during the show. I begged her not to, as I knew Ken would be coming to see the show, but she would have none of it.
And that was just the silly, fun bond we all had. It was a great fucking production and I look back on those days with great fondness.