Status: Singin' The Press Conference Rag and lovin' it.
It was damn hard getting up this morning for class. We ended up having it outside because both the classrooms were taken up and we hadn't booked a classroom for today, to Penn's unpleasant surprise. He even handed me the sheet to see if he had overlooked someone. It was flattering. He looked around the group and said, "All right. Who's smart? Who do I trust? Chrissy!" He just wanted me to check to make sure that he had, indeed, forgot to book the classroom. He apologized and I told him not to worry, that I did this for my dad all the time because he can't see small numbers...or medium-sized numbers, for that matter. ^_~
For the record, it is raining outside (yes, again) and it sounds absolutely beautiful.
So, after class, I chilled like a beer in a cooler on a hot day...
You're not funny, either, so back off, bucko!
I played the piano, which happens to be on the guys' floor. Not a big deal. They don't mind, but like Sny/Phi, the room is not sound proof, so I constantly feel as if I'm performing. Makes things hard to work on. BUT, it's a piano and I'm grateful. yay
Chicago was glorious. It was a bigger theatre, but it felt intimate because it was taller than it was wide, so I could see everything just fine. Michelle Williams (not Heath Ledger's ex, but the Destiny's Child's ex ^_^) was quite good, but Velma and some of the back-up dancers truly stole the show. The men were wonderful in their pants, especially the one with the pinstriped pants, and all the ladies were damn hot. Billy Flynn had to walk in some big shoes because NO ONE compares to my guy Richard Gere, but he hit it hard and did a fantastic job.
Pip pip, cherrio and all that rot. G'night!
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