Why yes, of COURSE I forgot to take my camera to rehearsal last night and get pictures! And I think you know why this is: I’m a dumbass. I swear to you I’ll Thursday. (Last night would have, of course, been the best possible time to do it, since I ran a few scenes and then sat around watching the chorus learn a dance routine.)
Anyway, rehearsals continue. I’m pretty much off book at this point, and I’m marginally less stiff. Hopefully by mid-July I’ll be gallivanting around the stage like some kind of massive, horribly palsied Fred Astaire! Good times for all, that is. Good times.
As added evidence that I’m an idiot, I also forgot to take my camera to a wedding we went to on Saturday. As a result of me forgetting my good ol’ pitcher-taker, it turned out to be the most hilarious wedding of all time, at least from the point of view of superb hairstyles from 1984. I would go into more detail, but I never know who’s going to randomly happen upon my website; these folks were really really nice and I don’t care to insult them. (Three important phrases: “Steve Perry,” “shaved-head-braided-ponytail,” and “horrific combover.”)
The primary thing that made the bride and groom cool was the fact that they had chocolate cake with real icing (as opposed to that hideous crap that most supermarket bakeries have been using for a while; I think it has sour cream and chicken stock and crap in it), which means my diet went straight into the crapper as I feasted on four pieces of cake. Ouch.
It got worse: the following day we had dinner with my parents, and my mother was kind enough to make whoopie pies. A whoopie pie, for those of you who were born and raised in Cambodia, is two cookies of soft devil’s food cake held together by fluffy white sugar cream. I ate 7. I think I gained 11 pounds last weekend.
Okay, sorry about the crappy update today. I can’t guarantee I’ll have more tomorrow, but if I don’t have Brigadoon pictures by Friday you have my permission to beat me with a garden hose. Meanwhile, Brian actually posted to his website twice in the past week, and Monday’s post is worth a giggle or twelve.
