So yesterday before our play, I just felt I could not write a post. I thought to myself, “That’s OK. Sometimes on a Saturday, I drink and type. Today I’ll act and type!” That was my plan, and it was a good one (it has been a saying of mine since army basic training: “That’s my plan and I think it’s a good one.”). Except I didn’t come right home after the play. I went to a lady’s house. I drank wine. I knew I wasn’t driving, and that was good, because I put the seat back and slept part of the way home. That may have been awkward had I been driving.
The show went wonderfully. That is, The Tempest by LiFT, Little Falls Theatre Company, in Caroga Lake, for those just tuning in or who forgot. I love acting, and I love community theatre. This play has a delightful cast. I like to hug the entire cast before a performance. That gets awkward when there are people in the cast I don’t like. Today I got pre-show and post-show hugs. I can get very huggy.
Anyways, I went straight to bed when I finally got home. I would still be asleep if it was up to me. However, my husband has to be up. He gets up early with me all week; I guess I can get up semi-early with him on the weekend. As a added bonus, I can type in a kind of a blog post to make up for my miss on Saturday (that’s not writing, that’s typing, as Truman Capote once said). Additionally, I did not have Lame Post Friday this week, which I almost always do. So we an call this a Really REALLY Lame Post Saturday. I hope to see you all later today on what is sure to be Wrist to Forehead Sunday.
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