SOOO .. last night was "Will & Grace"’s LIVE season premiere.  It was disappointing, in my opinion, but I’m sure they deemed it a success.  I wanted to see someone trip.  I wanted to see a blooper.  Instead, the stellar cast rarely broke form, even for a second, even when Alec Baldwin planted a completely raunchy and unscripted liplock on Eric McCormack.  It was hysterical, yes.  Well written, certainly.  But I enjoy when people lose it in front of an audience.

When I started this post, I wanted to write about how I’d always been able to keep my cool on stage.  But I’d be lying.  The reason I recalled this is because I was flipping through my blog posse (to the left) and I went to Waterpail’s page.  Ole WP and I have a terrible history on stage together.  Very few people can make me laugh harder on stage than WP.  And we have quite a few CC memories together.. "narratives that didn’t quite make it".  My favorite was during an intro "Fa la la .. laaaa", he knocked my bonnet off.  Well, when I say "off", I mean, off the top of my head.  It fell forward, into my face.  And Debbie taught me that you don’t acknowledge a "wardrobe malfunction" on stage (and Janet Jackson, obviously, came from this school also), so I didn’t.  I tried to sing with a bonnet over my face.  Which also helped hide the amazing laughter.

Ah, yeah, good times.  I loved caroling with Waterpail.  Maybe we’ll do that this Christmas.

And don’t get me wrong.. there were a few giggles last night on "Will & Grace."  A few times, Debra Messing would lose it.  She reminds me of myself, in how we get the giggles on stage.  Any of "The Women" will tell you that once I’ve caught the giggles, it is hell to get me back.  Waterpail will agree.  She got to giggling and it didn’t stop for another ten minutes.

Which was wonderful.  Nothing like unacceptable laughter.

It’s all about how you handle yourself.  It’s about being graceful when the spotlight is on you, but not taking yourself too seriously.  Because, in the end, it’s all a half hour sitcom.  And I don’t wanna be Debra Messing.. I want to be Megan Mulally.  And I think I’m well on my way.