You GUYS. We have tech tonight for our spring show. (Details and ticket info in “Upcoming Performances” above, donchaknow?) There are so MANY things about this that confuse me:
1) Since when is it spring, it’s been 40 F and raining since the dawn of time.
2) What crazy person booked us for the end of April, when I’m in the middle of finals? (…oh, right. I did.)
3) I tweaked my knee in rehearsal the other day, one of our dancers has a wretched cold, everyone’s stressing out, on our last runthrough I totally flipped my lines all around and bunged everything up…[breathes into paper bag]
…and so on. I get like this, and I know I get like this — and yet somehow, awareness of getting like this doesn’t STOP me from getting like this. So if you come see our show (which you SHOULD, because it is essentially a dirty/dirtier version of summer camp; all the youthful activities! all the grown up hormones!), and I look a little crazy around the eyes, it’s not you, it’s me. It’s my desire to have things be perfect in a universe that is just fucking determined to THWART ME AT EVERY TURN.
[breathes into paper bag some more]
I would write more — hell, I would edit this before posting it — but Dirty Nellie is downstairs with her car, waiting to do me the huge favor of taking me home so I can get my laptop and attempt to study and write some essays in the midst of Tech Night From Hell. As a thank you for reading, here, stare at the near-incomparable adorableness that is the artwork for Fat Camp:
If that doesn’t make you want to come relive summer camp with us…you’re beyond help.
