Urgh.
My brain is fried. I'm exhausted all day then get a second wind around 10pm which means I don't sleep til 2am.
My shirt may well be on inside out. I smell of sugar free V, grease paint, sweat and dusty costumes and the bags under my eyes are pudgier than my eyelids.
I'm forgetting words. I haven't seen my Mum in a fortnight or called my Nan in a month.
It must be the end of show season.
I had planned to elaborate further but I cant be arsed.
IOU one decent post about this show once it is over.
Oh, one funny thing from backstage. The performers have gotten all overexcited, and every time something goes missing (and yes, that's common in the backstage shambles) they blame it on a theatre ghost.
Seeing as the last three things have been ladies undergarments (either costume or personal) I was starting to wonder if thief ghost had been a dirty old man in the past.
Their theory is that it is Freda Stark.
Are you kidding me?
For a start she died old and happy fairly in 1999.
For a second point she danced NAKED...
Why in FSM's name would she want a bra??
Turns out they didn't know who Freda was but knew she was a famous dancer in the Civic in the 30's.
They were stunned to find out that she was in the catagory of exotic and was also gay to top it off.
And they thought I was mean because I laughed at them.
I wouldn't laugh if the weren't so Stupid!!!!
Ok that was mean. Sorry.
LOL-it sounds like you need a really really long nap-my mother was a costume designer and I well remember not seeing her for weeks at a time when a show was in the works-sometimes she would bring me with her and I got to be the theater mascot. I just loved the way the theater smelled (is that weird?) and I loved playing with all the weird old props and costumes. LOL I think my original point was I have a pretty good idea how exhausted you are. Also I think it's much more likely that it's a living perve who's responsible for the disappearance of those undergarments.
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