Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Why do I do these things to myself?

I love my family. I really do.

My cousin Patty is getting married in a few months (about 5? I think.) and she's having a baby in about 4 months. She was planning the wedding for about 8 months when she discovered surprise! She's having a little boy. Up until then, I was a bridesmaid. Then when she discovered the pregnancy, she was unsure what she wanted to do. The due date was before the month of the wedding, but she wasn't sure that we wanted to be pregnant, planning a wedding, and then taking care of an infant, and doing the wedding. So she decided to elope or have a very very small ceremony with just immediate family.

Then my aunt announced to everyone two weeks ago at our uncle's surprise 50th that PATTY'S HAVING A BIG WEDDING AND EVERYONE IS INVITED!!! So now I'm a bridesmaid again.

When Patricia was first looking at dresses, she kept looking at $200-$400 dresses for the bridesmaids. The ones with the BIG POOFY SKIRTS that perfectly matched the style of her wedding dress (love her... but ew). Don't get me wrong, they were really really gorgeous, but all of us, including her, in the exact same style dress? Nuh-uh.

Now her new thing is... just buy a black dress. I don't care what it looks like.. the idea kind of came from Breakfast at Tiffany's, so that style is preferred but not required. So now my aunt is sending me all of these sales on dresses (still above about $175, which is about $100 more than I'd like to spend at the moment. Still recovering from the 4 weddings I just attended).

So what do I decide to do? And tell my aunt I'm going to do? Make my own.

If she asks me to make all of them... I may cry.

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

The sleaziness of others never ceases to amaze me.

Recently, I uncovered this horrible scandal at my alma mater. This girl whom I went to school with, we'll call her Sleazy, was having an affair with a married professor. Now. This girl had graduated (by over a year) and supposedly this torrid affair was going on post-discussion of divorce on the professor's part. I had heard this story second hand (after Sleazy stormed out of the party we were at in a huff after crying in the bathroom for 20 minutes) from her friend... let's call her Liar. Liar (who is Sleazy's best friend) told me that Sleazy was dating.. um.. Robert.

Now. Anyone who went to school with me would IMMEDIATELY think of this professor... whom many of my classmates believe walks on water. So, needless to say, this came as a HUGE SHOCK. At least to me. So my one friend emailed a friend of hers who now teaches at the school basically saying WHAT THE HELL IS SLEAZY THINKING? WHAT IS GOING ON THERE? And this friend replied, "Oh no, dear... Sleazy broke up MY marriage. She didn't sleep with Robert. She slept with MY HUSBAND (now ex husband) Justin Robert. Much more is still going on... more to come later."

HOLY ASS. This teacher is a lovely lovely wonderful woman who was a student of this school who teaches there now. She met her (ex)husband while at school, and he's quite a bit older than her. Sleazy is at least ten years younger than this wonderful wonderful lovely lovely woman.

I'm just utterly amazed. I'm amazed that this wonderful person is now having her marriage broken up by a complete floozy like Sleazy and I'm also amazed that her friend Liar went through such lengths to purposely make me think something completely different. It's not like people refer to this woman's husband by his middle name. We all call him by his first name! Or by his initials. And when Liar told me about the affair, she said "Robert and his wife are getting a divorce... and he's been dating Sleazy." I KNOW HIS EFFING WIFE. I know his effing wife better than I know him. So she was clearly steering me in the wrong direction. The more I think about it... the more I wish that I had known what was going on so that I could have tripped Sleazy on her way storming out of the party... or punched her in the face... or SOMETHING. I feel like I should be doing SOMETHING for this wonderful person who is having her life ripped apart by someone as heartless and callous as Sleazy.

See... THIS is how rumors get started.

Monday, June 22, 2009

Finally getting a little help...

Gene doesn't cook. At all. If I let him cook his own food, he'd live on Wendy's and toast (and I know this.. because before I moved in, he did). And he even screws up toast. It isn't toast. It's slightly warmed bread. If there's anything golden on the toast at all, he thinks it's burnt.

Lately, however, Gene has discovered a new toy... the Crock Pot. The one that we've had for almost 3 years that we've never used ever. Until last week when Gene decided that he was going to make ribs for dinner. They were actually pretty good. We didn't eat until almost 8:00 because Gene didn't put the meat in until 2, but whatevs. He actually made dinner.

So now, this is his new thing... the crock pot. He tries to find new and interesting things to make in the crock pot, and he wants me to find all these recipes so that he can assemble them. And so long as it's just brown meat, put sauce in crock pot, put meat in crock pot, turn crock pot on... he's fine. But what we're having tonight (pork chops in crock pot) I needed to do some things first... like cook bacon, cook pork in bacon, and make broth. That is too complicated for the Gene. The Gene needs something much, much simpler. So I was up super late making the dinner that Gene is supposed to make today.

Wednesday we're going to do a beef stew. I'm very excited. I guess I should be excited that Gene really is trying to help me (finally) at home... but I know that the one time things don't taste awesome, that's going to be the end of Gene cooking. I just know it. I was really praying that the ribs were going to be fantastic... because if they weren't then he was going to be very upset.

I also got an award from moonjavasmuse!

"The HonestScrap award comes with a caveat or two. Firstly, you have to tell your readers ten things about you they may not know, but that are true. Secondly, you have to tag 10 people with the award."

So here are my ten things:

1. My favorite vegetable in the universe is asparagus. I think it's delicious.
2. I have very little tolerance for wine... two glasses knocks me on my ass... but I can drink vodka all night long and be fine.
3. I harbor a secret passion for tween tv. Namely 90210. And One Tree Hill, but I probably won't watch it without Lucas or Peyton.
4. I would leave Gene in a heartbeat if Greg Dobbs asked me to.
Or John Barrowman.
5. I have a really big problem starting projects... and starting projects... and starting projects... before I finish one.
6. We bought a new entertainment center a few months ago. It's sitting in my garage, unstained and not put together. I've been blaming rain... but that can only go so far.
7. I hate my kitchen. It's the ugliest room in my house and I want to rip it apart.
8. I crush on cartoon and comic characters. Like Gambit from the X-Men. And Trent from Daria (la la la la la).
9. If I could live anywhere in the world... I'd move to Olde City in Philadelphia. It's really beautiful there.
10. I have a hard time making friends sometimes. Because I'm shy. Even though I'm a big ol' loudmouth who has no problem telling people what she thinks... when it comes to new people, I'm terrified.

And I always feel like I seem to tag the same 10 people... so I give this award to whomever wishes to have it! Just let me know if I gave it to you so that I can read your 10 things :)

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Hilarious Bet

Generally, I don't care much about celebrity shenanigans, but this is funny. Peter Facinelli has this bet with his friend Rob DeFranco that he can't get 500,000 followers on twitter. If Peter gets 500,000 viewers, his friend Rob has to dress in a bikini while singing "Single Ladies" by Beyonce and holding a sign that says "Twitter me" on Hollywood Blvd. If Rob wins (Peter doesn't get 500,000 viewers) then he gets the back of Peter's chair from the set of Twilight with his name on it. In the grand scheme of things, Peter makes out all right either way... but Rob is a Twi-hater. Peter would much rather his chair go to a Twi-fan. And he is going to pick one of the 500,000 followers who will get the back of his chair.

For those who don't know who Peter Facinelli is... he plays Carlisle in the Twilight series, he's married to Jennie Garth, and he also played the jerk jock who dumped Jennifer Love Hewitt in Can't Hardly Wait. And I think he's on that new Nurse Jackie show on ShowTime.

Peter is going to tape his friend doing his performance on Hollywood Blvd... since hardly any of his followers will be living in the LA area. Needless to say, I think it's hilarious, and I clearly want Peter Facinelli to win. Despite his creepy bleached hair as Carlisle. And I linked Peter's name at the top to his twitter account which is (and this one's tough) peterfacinelli. He's also asking (in addition to following him) that you add #peterfacinelli to any tweets so that he gets added to the trending topics. At the moment he is just shy of 200,000 viewers... and he needs 500,000 by June 19th, so not much time. But considering he only had 75,000 a few days ago... this is a huge spike. I think he can do it. He just needs help.

And if you're on twitter... I'm at adleisia.

ETA: Peter just posted this youtube video describing the bet. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PBtq6nY9Twk

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Tova's Totally Awkward Tuesdays

Tova Darling always does this great thing every Tuesday called Totally Awkward Tuesdays, and I always think it's a lot of fun. I've posted a few... but there's one awkward story (and this one is pretty darn embarrassing) that I had blocked from memory until I read Tova's today. So, following in your middle school awkwardness, here is mine.

My friends and I used to use code words for the boys we had crushes on. That way we could write "I heart potato" or whatever instead of the boys name... and no one but our friends would be the wiser. So I had this HUGE crush on this boy Andy (looking back now... ew.) and my friends and I decided that his nickname would be "carrots." I also managed to get ahold of these sticker labels with Looney Toons characters on them... and I always used the Bugs Bunny ones because they had carrots on them. And I wrote "I heart Carrots" all over my pencil case. Not my books though.. Catholic school didn't tolerate writing on covered text books. That's a no-no.

Now, this was when I was in the 7th grade... and we shared homerooms with the 8th graders. There was one kid in my homeroom (and I've honestly completely forgotten his name) who was a complete jerkface. He would torture anyone who walked past him. And he saw my pencil case... and grabbed it... and then started harassing me about the "I heart Carrots" written all over the place.

And this was how the rumor started when I was in GRADE SCHOOL about how I would, um, pleasure myself with vegetables. Carrots were my favorite... but you know, bananas and cucumbers would work too. This went right with the rumor that I was a lesbian. That one was started by my friends because I wouldn't smoke at the age of 12, but that's a completely different story that is not so awkward, just mean. So yeah. I think eventually people just forgot about it... it followed me to 8th grade, but by the time I got to high school the rumor had pretty much disappeared. I was too shy to stand up for myself, unfortunately, and would rather have had this awful rumor than have this boy know that I liked him. We didn't exactly run in the same circles.

Monday, June 15, 2009

It's magic...

I've mentioned before that I have very curly hair. Anytime my hair gets wet, it must be styled pretty immediately or else frizz ball central. I had found a styling product that I love for when I style my hair curly, but the other products by this brand are all right.

Recently, us ULTA folk have been getting a lot of gratis (read: free shit) because a lot of makeup lines are launching new products. I received a crapton of Ojon, which is a hair brand. Ojon's thing is this stuff called "Ojon Oil" which they get from nuts in Brazil? So if you're allergic to nuts, stay away from Ojon. Anyway, I tried a few of their products a few days ago.

They have this rejuvenating treatment mask? And it comes in the tiniest little tub ever. I've been really curious about it, but was not about to spend $21 on this little tiny tub of hair goop. Well. That little tub goes a lot farther than I thought bc it was part of the crapton of Ojon I got. You scrape off a little bit of this stuff, and rub it between your hands, and it turns to oil. And they you saturate your hair and scalp in this oil. For my hair (which is very thick and shoulder length) I only had to go back twice for a little scoop. I did this Friday night. Since then, I've washed my hair a bunch of times (four)... because we went to the beach on Saturday, and then I took another shower post ULTA on Sunday. Only two of the four showers that were taken did I use the Ojon shampoo. I just let my hair airdry last night because I was lazy. When I woke up this morning, HOLY CRAP MY HAIR LOOKS AMAZING. This shampoo and conditioner is flipping magic. NEVER in my ENTIRE life has my hair looked the way it does now with airdrying.

I mean, barely any flyaways... a little bit of body without being frizzy, incredibly soft... and a bit wavy. I'm just utterly amazed. The only drawback to Ojon is that it ain't cheap. But HOLY CRAP. And I've used what we consider "Artistry Brand" of hair products before... but they haven't done this. They were just ridiculously overpriced shampoo. But this shit works. And it works well. I might just spend the extra money for this shampoo... especially if my hair looks like this. I have little tiny bottles (travel size) for now. They'll probably last a while... and then I have the rest of my other shampoo to go through. But I'm pretty sure that I'm switching to Ojon after this.

If only Ojon could cure the LOBSTER that is my sunburnt back...

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

The End of the Wedding Crazy. For now.

I'm been a little MIA lately... partly because of the wedding crazy and partly because work has been a bit of a nightmare. and the combination of the both makes me want to drink tequila out of the bottle.

The final wedding in the wedding crazy went surprisingly great! I KNEW that Gene was going to have to escort the girl my ex cheated on me with...and I was right. I also knew that my ex was going to be there with his girlfriend whom I adore. That was mostly fine. Only slightly awkward. The worst part of the whole night was the fake "Oh, how are you? You look great.. blah blah blah" that I got from the ex's friends who never liked me when we dated, which was fine because I didn't like them either.

The dress went well, I think. I did one BIG mistake though that no one noticed. I was clipping the seams on the inside of the dress so that it would lay nicer on the midriff, and I accidentally snipped a tiny little V into the skirt part of the dress. I had no idea what to do.. so I didn't do anything. I can't glue it together.... I'm still trying to figure out what to do... but I know that no one noticed (or at least Gene, and he notices everything--because he would have said "what did you do there?" and point it out, which is great because he's generally honest about my clothing)

The wedding actually looked pretty small. It was outdoors (hence my fluffy hair... it was straight. and then humidity happened. That picture was after the wedding back at the hotel. You can't even tell that I'm BLASTED!) and in my friend's backyard. Of one of their houses. I think they have three? That I know of? Her parents have a freakish amount of money. As in what they spent on photography for the night (3 photogs and 2 videographers) is about what a lot of people spend on the entire wedding. But they could save money on the venue. They instead spent it on food (yum), pictures, an ice sculpture of a monkey with a Shakespearean collar (for serious) and apparently booze. The open bar was the whole night... and they had good vodka. and they made my cosmos with cointreau instead of triple sec. Oh yeah.

But that brings me to my fear and aversion to having a wedding. I just think it's so STUPID to spend this much money on one day. Yes, I realize that it's a "once in a lifetime" thing... but my problem with weddings is that by the end of it, it's rarely about the bride and groom. It's about what everyone else wants. If I told my father that I wanted a barbeque with chicken, ribs, and potato chips, he'd want me to have lobster thermador and asparagus wrapped with prosciutto. I've said before that we want to go to Hawaii and come back married. And this plan has been adapted a few times. For a while, we decided that Vegas would be cool. This has apparently been revised yet again (at 2am last night, no less) to the Caribbean. As in St. Thomas or something similar. It would have to be one of the US islands... the flight would be much shorter, and therefore less expensive, and more people would probably be able to afford it if they so choose. And maybe we'll have some kind of family gathering before or after (super super informal. Cannot stress how informal. I mean like family reunion informal) to say "hey, we're getting married isn't that great."

I know that my mother supports me. She isn't the one I worry about. Daddy dearest has issues because he wants to put on this air that we're all rolling in money. But he isn't paying for my wedding, I am. And I work in radio. Unless you own a station, you make ZERO money in radio. And Gene's parents just want us to get married in a church, which we don't really give a shit about. We were bascially Baptized Catholic and that's it. I go to church on Christmas Eve, and even then it's iffy if I actually go.

Monday, June 8, 2009

20 Questions.

I'm borrowing Fidgetin Gidget's 20 Questions that she borrowed elsewhere. So there.

1. 5 internet annoyances: work internets shutting off for no reason leaving me basically a sitting duck, webpages that are so poorly organized that it's possible to find a businesses location or contact info, websites that have music or sound effects that cannot be turned off and come in RIDICULOUSLY LOUD no matter how quiet you have the speakers, buffering (unless you're on a foreign site, and then it's puffern), and when i google something... and i expect one website, and it takes me to something completely different.

2. What is in your stack of reading materials? The Stand, #6 and #7 in the James Patterson Women's Murder Club series, Fiery Cross and A Breath of Snow and Ashes both by Diana Gabaldon, and Friday Night Knitting Club, which I've been told by about 20 people is one of the worst books ever written, but I want to read it anyway.

3. Do you get distracted easily? Mmm. Yes.

4. What is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? Started knitting a new sweater

5. What does your last text message say? How are we going to get to the beach?

6. If we were to play Clue, which player would you choose to be? I was always Miss Scarlet

7. Speaking of Clue: Who did it? In which room? And using? Miss Peacock... in the kitchen... with the candlestick

8. Now that we know what character you’d be in Clue, which is your favorite marker in Monopoly? The dog

9. How many friendships have you had that have lasted more than ten years? Two. A few that are close to the 10 year mark, but not quite.

10. Where will you be 12 hours from now? 2am? I better be sleeping.

11. Would you go back in time if you were given the chance? Probably not.

12. Who have you texted in the last 24 hours? Gene and our friend Carrie.

13. What did you last get in the mail? bills, invite to a baby shower that I can't go to, and wedding thank you cards.

14. According to the cliche, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, but what’s the way to yours? yarn. Good yarn. merino and silk blends are always good.

15. What’s something that should have been put away but hasn’t been? Laundry. I'm terrible at that. And the poker table is still on the dining room table.

16. Last words you said out loud? No, you don't say bless you when someone coughs.

17. On a scale from 1-10 (1 least, 10 most likely) ...what am I rating here? We'll say 1. To be on the safe side. I don't want to really be agreeing to eat bull testicles.

18. Could you point out where Outer Mongolia is on a globe? Not even close.

19. What is underneath your bed? a mirror that is the exact same size as my bed. Does anyone want it? Seriously. Please take it. It's the largest mirror I've ever seen.

20. What food did you once claim to hate but, after trying it, loved? calamari. LOVE calamari. And salsa. Separately.

And as a side note, unrelated to 20 questions and Fidgeting Gidget... the third and final wedding of the Wedding Crazy went very well. The hanging out with the ex was fine... his new girlfriend and I get along GREAT and I haven't seen her in a really long time, so we got to catch up. The dress turned out really well.. and I will postp pictures, but my computer was being a bum about pictures earlier so it'll have to wait until later.

It was very strange being back up in that area. The wedding was about two miles or so from where I went to college... so it was very surreal being up there. I didn't stop by campus at all. Maybe I should have. But I just feel like I have no ties there anymore.

Wednesday, June 3, 2009


Now that Tova Darling is well on her move... I'm guest blogging for her today!

Please send Tova your well-moving wishes. Moving to a completely different part of the country where you don't know anyone can be slightly terrifying, and a little exhiliarating. So I'm hoping it's much less terrifying and something exciting that she and Mr. Darling can tackle together. You can check out Tova at The Secret Life of Tova Darling

I still haven't decided what I'm doing with the audition... I'm completely torn. I don't think it's possible for me to realistically audition for Thoroughly Modern Millie..which is really a shame, because I was seriously excited about it. Why do they have to have Wednesday matinees every week! If it was like one or two, I could deal with that. But eight or nine!? That's ridiculous! And they aren't going to sell out those performances... bah.

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Reasons why you should probably look at the schedule FIRST.

I'm on the website of the theatre that's doing Thoroughly Modern Millie... and it's a good thing I did. They have three dates for auditions. Monday and Wednesday, the auditions are 45 minutes away. Tuesday, they're 10 minutes away, but that's the day that I work at ULTA at night. So I can't do the Tuesday audition.

And then I'm looking at the run of the show... and it runs from August through October (oh yeah, long runs... five shows a week Wednesday thru Sunday) but I didn't realize that the Wednesday shows? Are at 11am. As in while I'm at my fulltime job. As in for two months, I'd have to take a vacation day so that I could do the show if I'm cast. Plus I'd have to quit ULTA because um I'm not doing a show, a full time job, and a part time job. No way. So what the heck am I going to do?

And the other theatre that I was going to audition for? Those auditions were on Saturday, but I had my friend's wedding to go to...so there was no way of doing that. Apparently they're having more auditions tomorrow because they wanted 35 people to fill out the cast, and they only had 25 show up. So they need more bodies. This show isn't a show that's really "my type" but their run is only a few weekends rather than two months... and the rehearsal schedule would probably be a bit easier. That way I'd only have to take a small ULTA hiatus if any (I can't afford an ULTA hiatus.. the other theatre with the Wednesday matinees is a paid position because it's a dinner theatre and the actors are the servers, so they make money on tips)

I don't mean to talk myself out of this audition, because I REALLY want to do it.. but if I get cast in the show? What's that going to mean for my full time job? I can't do eight or nine Wednesdays off in a row... unless I can make up my hours some other way. I don't know. I'm trying to see how this can work out, and I'm not coming up with anything. I don't know what to do. The dinner theatre I think I could possibly have a shot at a role. The theatre that's doing the show I'm not crazy about? No way in hell. I can't be a Swedish sexpot. I could be her spunky sister. Not a sexpot. That ain't happening...ever. Unless the director is blind.

Monday, June 1, 2009


The Fidgeting Gidget has bestowed upon my blog the "Keepsake Blog Award." (aw thanks!)

So the rules are:

1. Post a funny or sweet keepsake that tells something about you

2. Pass the award on to 10 other bloggers that you think are keepers

Okay. So. Keepsake.

Lately, theatre has been popping back into my life. I've decided to audition again (one week from today... AAAH!) after three years of giving up the theatre, so my keepsake is going back to my theatre roots.

This was the first show I did in college where I had a lead role. It was The Philadelphia Story and I played Dinah Lord, the bratty younger sister of Tracy who was getting married. To the far left is Liz Imbrie, Dinah Lord (me), Mrs. Margaret Lord, and Tracy Lord. The three other ladies with me were all amazing actors and wonderful people, and I miss them dearly.

We used to have this tradition with this show... if you're not familiar with the show, the Lord family is based on a Main Line family in Philadelpha (main line = old money) and Tracy is getting remarried. Her father is a Broadway producer and has been in tabloids recently. Liz Imbrie is a photog for a tabloid, and her friend Mike is a reporter, and they are invited to the house to do a piece on the family, but the family decides to mess with them a bit. In this one scene, my character comes out all decked out in a purple dress, pink tutu, white gloves, patent leather shoes, a tiara, pearls, and a yellow cumberbun. And I give a little "performance" for Liz and Mike.

Every night after this scene, Momma Lord and Tracy and I would still be in character backstage (for this scene only.. we aren't crazy Method actors) and we'd go through this whole little scene.

Momma: Dinah... why are you dressed like that?
Me: Like what Mom? Say, those people sure are nice. And that man is cute!
Momma: DINAH! What did you do?
Me: (getting changed) Nothing. See ya later!
Momma: Dinah! You get back here and put some clothes on!
Tracy: I don't know why you put up with that bitch. Just send her to military school.

And then in Act 2, Tracy gets WASTED... so our Tracy would come crawling into the dressing room as if she were blasted and tells us all how much she loves us. I'm pretty sure we had more fun backstage during this show than we did onstage.

I just hope this next time around in the theatre world I find people that were just as talented and fun to work with as my college crew. First things first... I need to get cast.

And now for my 10 people:

1. Chelsea at Chelsea Talks Smack

2. Joanie at Joanie's Random Rambling

3. Jess at Everyday Adventures of Me in the City

4. Tess at The Thoughts and Sarcastic Observations of a Starbucks Addict

5 & 6. two lovely gents at Zombies, Whiskey, Random Musings & Witticisms (and that means you each have to do one... the keepsake part at least)

7. Ysolda at Ysolda She has LOVELY patterns for any knitters.

8. Tia at Clever Girl Goes Blog

9. Ali at Because it's the Same Backwards and Forwards...

10. CJ at CJDaily's Blog

Jesus loves my boobs.

Week one of the wedding crazy was a heck of a lot of fun. Wedding #1 was, well, interesting. Outdoor wedding.. we got rained on. The grooms family was, um, loud and outspoken at inappropriate times. Like during the first dance. But the bride and groom looked wonderful, and they had a good time, and that's what counts. And it isn't a wedding without some kind of family drama anyway!

Wedding #2 (my friend's wedding) was absolutely wonderful. Every girl sobbed like a baby during the ceremony. My friend's father passed away from brain cancer about six? years ago, so it was bittersweet. But I lightened up the ceremony by dropping the Eucharist down my dress, so it's all good. I think it took all of the willpower of the bride to not cackle with laughter from the front of the Church.

At the reception, my friend danced a tribute to her deceased father with her brother to an aria from an Opera that she prerecorded. It was an aria that her father (who was an Opera singer) always wanted to hear her perform. Again.. much crying. I'm amazed that my mascara wasn't all over my lips by the end of the night. And that my friends is why I only wear Smashbox mascara. Also... I had FIVE (yeah. five.) cosmopolitans... and I wasn't drunk. I have no idea how that happened. And one of my friends (who is a bit of a lush) had a sip of it after I told her that it was my fifth one and said "Jesus! That is really strong!! How is this your fifth and you're still standing! You're doing really good."

This wedding made me really miss my college friends. They all live in New York City, and I rarely get to see them... but damn do we know how to have a good time!! My legs hurt really bad now from all the dancing. I even got Gene to dance! (well, I convinced the mother of the bride to guilt him into dancing with me... worked like a charm!)

And I really know how to get the party started... one of my friends who is, um, energetic and very expressive in his dancing accidentally PUNCHED ME IN THE FACE. Luckily no black eye. I kicked him in the balls later in the evening. And again, weddings wouldn't be weddings without the drama... one of my friends left in the middle of the reception for no good reason... just disappeared, and another one of my friends broke her dress while doing air guitar.

One really good thing came out of the evening though. I finally decided which song to use for my audition next Monday. The bride and groom's first show together (theatre people ALWAYS have a blast... they did a little skit coming in to introduce the bride and groom to musical songs rather than the music for the starting lineup of the 1996 Chicago Bulls) was Crazy For You, which was the show we did our senior year. And the one song I was thinking of performing is "But Not For Me" which is also from that show. During the course of the evening, "Crazy For You" came up about four times. So that settles it... "But Not For Me" it is. I got a lot of support from my friends when I told them I was thinking of auditioning again, so hopefully this will work out. I mean, I'm not expecting to walk in there and be cast as Millie in Thoroughly Modern Millie, but hey... it wouldn't hurt!