This here is Jackie Burns. I've always known her as "the tribe member who looks like Lea Michele." The first time I saw Hair, I was in the second row. I tell people I don't remember it at all. That's not entirely true. I remember Allison Guinn shaking hands with the people infront of me. I remember Allison Case rushing past me going, "Sorry. Sorry. Scuse me." (I'm sitting down. I mean, where would you like me to go?)I remember sitting there with my jaw hanging open during Let the Sunshine In and thinking, "Close your mouth. You're staring." And I remember Jackie. I remember thinking that she looked so much like Lea Michele it was ridiculous. Remember, friends. This was April. I was still riding the Spring Awakening wave.
Anway, point is, I just found out that Miss Burns is not going to London! She's staying stateside to do Smokey Joe's Cafe at the Papermill. I hate Smokey Joe's. But it's nice that she's sticking around, I guess.
And finally, here's Alice Ripley. We haven't had enough of her around these parts lately.