It is Wednesday, isn’t it? It’s that day when you want to be happy that there is only one more day between you and Friday (if you are fortunate enough to have weekends off, which I do and I am grateful for) (don’t hate me if you don’t), only you’re not, because you just realized you ARE going to do a theatre thing on Friday that you thought you were not going to do, so you only have one day to get a costume together.
Yes, it’s always drama with me. It’s not even a real theatre-y thing I have to do: merely, Ilion Little Theatre is marching in the Doodah Parade as part of Ilion Days on Friday, July 20. I don’t even have to march: my friend Kim said I could ride in the truck. I don’t even have to wear a costume. I could wear my t-shirt from Roxy, a play I was in a few years ago (perhaps you read some of my blog posts about it). However, I am the sort of person that when I CAN wear a costume, I DO.
What to wear, what to wear, what to wear? Something bold enough to show up as a costume from the truck, but something light enough to not kill me in 88-degree weather. Maybe a hat. Maybe an umbrella. I’d like to wear my tiara, but I don’t have a fancy dress. I have one day to get to a thrift store! How do I get myself into these things!
In the meantime, I just spent some two hours sitting crocheting and watching Murder on the Orient Express (1974) with my husband, Steven. I can’t even begin to tell you how delighted I was that I could work on an afghan in comfort, in between hot flashes, even if I had to have the fan on me to do it. At least I can pep up my Wuss-out Wednesday post with a picture.
This was the first star-studded Agatha Christie romp Steven and I enjoyed together, back in the 1990’s. He had seen it in the theatre when it came out in 1974. We need to see the newer Kenneth Branagh version. Perhaps I’ll write a blog post about it when we do, although I usually write about older movies, preferably the cheesy sort.
In the meantime, I see I am close to 400 words. That’s respectable for a blog post, especially on Wuss-out Wednesday. Anyways, now that the movie is over, I have to get back to having my panic attack over what I’m going to wear to the Doodah Parade.