I tried that before. Shit happens, as we all know, then I don’t type at all. And as Truman Capote once said, “That’s not writing, that’s typing.”
Where was I? Ah yes, about to make an especially Lame Friday Post before I go back to either frantically chopping vegetables or thrusting my hot-flashing body into pantyhose (sorry if that gives you an unfortunate mental image) (not real sorry) (OK, not sorry at all, ha ha on you!). I’m thinking, this is actually a Flustered Friday post. You’ll have that when you’re in a play.
Yes, I’ve shared this picture before. It is one of my favorites. I actually think it is kind of good I am so flustered, or I might begin to become melancholy. This will be my last performance with a cast I have grown very fond of. As I observed before in this space: not a stinker amongst them, and none of them seems to mind that I am kind of a stinker myself (not literally, mind you, it’s an EXPRESSION, don’t be so didactic!) (you know who you are).
As regular readers may remember, tonight LiFT Theatre Company will perform The Tempest at a dinner theatre at Herkimer Elks Lodge. Who knew the Elks were so cultured? They were a great audience last year for Much Ado About Nothing, so we have all been looking forward to this performance. For another reason, it is indoors. No worries about rain and it is just a little bit easier to make ourselves heard.
I have been saying my lines all day at work, sometimes to suitably impressed co-workers. There is nothing to do now but get into costume and remember to breathe (which is not as easy as it may sound) (either one). And hit Publish, because, lame as this may be, it is my Friday post. Have a wonderful evening, everyone.