After the show we all went to the Russian Tea Room for the party, and I posed for some photos feeling very A-list. I then saw one of the shots online and noticed that nobody opted to tell me that I had a post-performance t-zone shine that rivaled the lights of Broadway. Note to photographers: Just because you took the photo doesn’t mean you have to post it online. And , retouching was invented for a reason.

Oh, speaking of my t-zone, right before the bathhouse reveal in The Ritz , I have my hair 70’s blow-dried by our hair person, Jun. As soon as I sat down, he said it looked like I hadn’t washed my hair. I was outraged! I wash my hair eight times a week, Mary Martin-style, I haughtily assured him. I then did my first entrance, and while I was onstage I suddenly remembered being really tired in the shower in the morning.

Could I have forgotten to wash it? I ran offstage and looked in the mirror and noticed my normally bouncy hair was plastered to my head. I had forgotten to wash it, and it was on the verge of a grease fire! I ran to the bathroom and did an emergency wash. I told one of the other hair people what happened, and he said that when he saw me at the beginning of the act, he just assumed I had put a lot of product in my hair, i.e. pomade, mousse, etc.

No, I devastated-ly assured him, it was my own natural oils that gave it that sleek, shiny look.