Small but appreciative house last night, but a rough second act--someone simply could not stop coughing, which I have sympathy for, but act two is so quiet that it actually starts puncturing the mood if it doesn't stop, and this person really could not stop coughing. This would pass without incident if it were not for the cell phone going off at the climax as well--long night.
On the other hand, one of the strengths of the monologue is its adaptability--since I control the variables, I was able to pace myself so that the coughing had less effect, and when the terrible "La Cucaracha" cell phone rang, take a half-beat to let it vanish before moving on, and it worked as well as it could.
I'm hearing wonderful things about Me and You and Everyone We Know from friends, strangers--everyone, really. I'm excited to see it. Miranda July is a very interesting performer, and I'm delighted to hear she's having such an impact.