And before I say anything else, I must print a retraction. Laurel sent me a nasty little email because apparently I made her look like a moron in my last entry. Heh. I didn't mean to. It was 2:30 in the morning--that was my only defense. She'll probably threaten to beat me up for this disclaimer, too. Teehee. I'm a better friend than I sound like.
Anyways. The weekend. It was so good. So nice to relax, not have to worry about anything, and be somewhat pampered for a few days. The play was incredible, and we wanted to see it again. That's the trouble--we saw it, and then spent several hours discussing it, dissecting it, and listening to the soundtrack, and then there were a lot of things we wanted to see again, to watch for, or to clarify, or whatever. I really wish we could have seen it more than once. Even twice would have been a great thing.
Oy vey. More later. I've got lots to say, but alas, I've got a rehearsal. Seriously. I've printed off about 4 scripts for this scene, and I don't know where they all went. I know I gave one to Jen, but I don't remember if Chelsea got one. I hope so--she's directing the scene.
One year ago today: Besides, Laurel just got out of her car and started making faces at me through my window, so I'm going to go beat her up and throw her in a snowbank. At least, that's what I'd do if I didn't want to get myself wet. Maybe I'll just hope she steps in the puddles of melted snow in our front entryway. Mwahahahaha... I'm so conniving, aren't I?
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