The Fat Lady is Singing.

Mood: refreshed and upbeat :-)
Müzik: The Doors - People are Strange

Wow. I find it kind of sad that the only time I'm not in over my head with the daunting chores of being Ms. Bergen's slave child, I'm writing about the daunting chores of being Ms. Bergen's slave child. Talk about total submission.

But firstly - words cannot express how insanely happy I am to have Waiting over and done with! W00t! Don't get me wrong--I love the play dearly, as if it were my own child--however, I imagine myself to be feeling something not unlike the joyous rebirth of a parent who's youngest offspring has finally buggered off to University or some other greener pasture and left them with a sense of such freedom that has never before been tasted.

Mmm.

Anyways! About the performance!! We were amazing! The tech was superb in spite of a disheartening rehersal! Mikey said the correct lines! Mal was loud enough! Claire was very Goldstein! OH! I just want to marry them all! (Actually right now I believe I'm 'engaged' seven people. Oh my.)

Show me show me show me
How you do that trick, the one that makes me SCREAM she said, the one that makes me laugh she said, and threw her arms around my neck, show me how you do it, and I promise you, I promise that I'll run away with you I'll run away with you...

Yes... I'm listening to The Cure. So sue me. I've been breaking into song so much in the last 24 hours that my cast thinks I'm a moronic loser. Haha... they could be right.

ONWARD!

About those last 24 hours. They were quite the adventure. Adam pulled me out of class yesterday because guess what idiot neglected to show up for hosting duties? The same idiot who neglected to show up for sound duites--way to go, champ! So I was hosting Ross, who turned out to be St. James, who were performing The Show.

...Funny story. (Funny weird, not haha funny.) Anyways. Have you ever met someone and had the weirdest irking feeling that the meeting was forseen? Like some sort of crazy prophecy? I have. Allow me to explain.

Yesterday I started my day out by watching Ross reherse New Canadian Kid in which our charming protagonist just so happens to be named 'Nick'. (Or, for those who have seen the play, "Nick Nick".) And this Nick character just so happened to look like he walked off a Calvin Klein ad. Ou la la.
Anyways, after winking at Fahy for about forty-five minutes and proclaiming things along the lines of "Nick Nick is hot hot" I decided to take a mosie out into the hall. Just so I could, you know, cool off a bit. Haha.

(Enter: Kenny)

Kenny: "Anneliese!"
Anneliese: "Nick!"

Woops. Heh heh... my bad.

Anyways, next thing I knew St. James arrived who were roughly five times the size of Ross' crew, and in other words way the hell more people than I knew what to do with. So tactfully I crammed them all into the dressing rooms and meandered off to the vending machines.

Upon my return, I settled in next to Ryan and Fateema to watch them perform a delightful dance number. It was during this dance number that one of their dancers/ninjas/termanilly ill missionaries struck me as remotely resembling one Jake Gyllenhaal.
...And we all know who fancies Mr. Gyllenhaal!!!
Needless to say I found I was quite entertained and amused throughout their entire set. After they were done dancing I asked the Jake dude what his name was so I could tell all my friends at GC who I wanted to marry. And you'll never guess what his name is! dun Dun DUN!

...NICK!!!

I found it quite weird and interesting. Nick, as it turns out, is quite the cool cat. And an improver to boot! However, on account of I had already asked him to marry me and showed him the "I [heart] Nick from The Show" which had somehow gotten it's self permanantely etched onto the booth, I decided to keep my weird and interesting story to myself - don't wanna freak the guy out too too much. We'll be pen pals, grade three style yo!

Other cool people I know from St. James include : Amber, Dana and Eric.
Yous guys make me so happy.

Time to return to my shackles and sell tickets.

Ta Da!


[ps. Bergen, I joke about the slavery. 'Tis a labour of love!]