Rehearsals are SO much fun. I grin (when I'm not concentrating on finding the harmony) from ear to ear the whole time I'm there. The music is fun, the dances are fun, and my part is great. Funny, funny lines. I'm sure to blush the first time I say them in front of people. I had a dance rehearsal Sunday that proved that a rond de jambe à terre can cause you to have sore muscles in your sides the next day. One of the other "girls" called them "sexy muscles." So, I have sexy muscles, and apparently they aren't where you'd suppose them to be. *snort*
Speaking of sexy stuff, In one dance alone (24 Hours of Lovin', it's called) for The Best Little Whorehouse in Texas, I slap my own ass three times. I'm going to go out on a limb and say that's better than slapping someone else's ass. It's unlike anything I've ever done before, on stage. And it's FUN. It's released a whole new side of Carrie. The jury's still out on whether or not that side should have remained under wraps. I'll keep you posted.
In related news, Ethan asked what "carnal lust" meant. (From these lyrics: "I'll expose the facts although it fills me with disgust. Please excuse the filthy dark details, and carnal lust.") Ooops. No more rehearsing the libretto where the kiddos can hear. Or practicing the dances. I don't want then to find out that I have sexy muscles, or see me slapping my rear end, for that matter.
In another seamless segue, I don't whine much, because I think whiners are the epitome of uselessness, but I bruised my tailbone before I went on vacation when I slipped on the vacuum cleaner hose and landed on the bricks in the entryway. (I looked like some sort of Tom and Jerry cartoon, I'm sure.) ANYWAY, IT FREAKING HURTS. It makes sitting a challenge. Not to mention dancing. And slapping the aforementioned bruise. ;)
I'll get my cleverness and hilarity back soon, and post some of the highlights from vacation. I'm going to have to make a tag that says "funny things my in-laws say," or something. ;)
Happy b-day, Jessica!