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12 August 2010 @ 09:31 am
Let's set a few ground rules.  
I've had a crappy week. I mean, CRAPPY. Like you read about. Viewings and funerals and emotional conversations and nightmares and meetings and missing meetings and sleep deprivation and talking to my hospitalized grandmother on her birthday was all topped off by the kicker, being told I was going TO WEAR A SWIMSUIT in the show, trying on said swimsuit, pleading for a sarong, and I'm pretty sure annoying the hell out of the costumer.

Which breaks the one of the cardinal rules of theatre - Don't piss off the costumer. Or the stage manager.

You'd think it would be something like, 'Don't forget your lines," but oddly enough, this isn't the case. ;)

The swimsuit, of course, led to a spiral of self loathing and cellulite-hating. Even though I'm on the HGC diet and spend an hour a day on the elliptical, (there is only so much one girl can do when it's this far gone) I'm still feeling generally fat and ugly and wondering if even auditioning was a bad idea. (Leaning toward HELL, yes.) I haven't burst into tears or anything, but I've considered fashioning a homemade cellulite-sucking device. I won't lie.

But let's face it, I'm crap with power tools, so doing the best I can with what I've got is going to have to do.

Now onto something more constructive: Having gone to more funerals than I ever thought I would in the past few months, I morbidly present to you some:
Guidelines Rules That Will Not Be Broken When I Die or I Will Haunt You All



* No one is going to line up look at me in a casket. I find this social custom to be horrific in every way. I'd much rather remember the deceased the way they were in my head. Smiling laughing, giving the finger, whatever. Nolan, however, wants to be propped up, grinning and giving a double thumbs up. Like he is in his facebook profile pic. *shakes head*

* In fact, I'm to be cremated, please. I have a petrifying fear of being buried alive. Yes, I'm an organ donor, and I know I'll be dead, but I'm claustrophobic and I've seen enough zombie movies to think there's a chance that might happen to me. Go ahead. Judge. Nolan has consented to being cremated as well, but he insists that our ashes are going in the same urn and that our friends have to drive to Big Sur on a windy day to sprinkle our ashes. Sorry.

* No one is allowed to speak at my funeral that DOESN'T KNOW AND AT LEAST PROFESS TO LIKE ME. There is nothing worse than a pastor at a funeral missing the mark COMPLETELY.

* In fact, let's skip the church service altogether, go to a bar and have a party. On me. I'll leave a little extra for that to happen. You can talk about what a pain in the ass I was, tell stories and get hammered. No one is allowed to have tequila or squash.

* If you don't like me, you can't come to the party. Suck on that.

* There will be no poetry read at the party unless it's a limerick.

* The limerick has to be dirty.

* The only music will be classic rock with the one concession to Amazing Grace. In fact, maureen is in charge of all funereal playlists. Apologies and congratulations.

Alright, I think that's it. It's enough rules and griping for a Thursday morning, in any case.

And a zillion points to anyone who can tell me the title of the movie without googling the LJ cut!

Have a cellulite free day,

Carrie Leigh
 
 
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O Demanding One: Urs: Ursness  :)heyurs on August 12th, 2010 03:38 pm (UTC)

Kelly's Heroes!

O Demanding One: Urs: I Brake For Bread Shopsheyurs on August 12th, 2010 03:44 pm (UTC)

Yes. I am all about cremation. *nods* And with Mosey-B in charge, we will be JAMMIN'! ;D

SHUT UP! about the swimsuit, Mrs. Perfect Hair. Shut up! Wanna see MY butt in a swimsuit...NOT!



Love you, Carrie! *goes off cackling*

maureen: HF - shop talkmaureen on August 12th, 2010 04:31 pm (UTC)
You are beautiful, you crazy bitch. Enough said about that.

As for the wake stuff... I am HONORED to provide the soundtrack and will take that role very seriously. I hereby grant you the same honor, should I go first. I can't think of anyone else I would trust.

If we die in some freak accident together... well, we need to get working on a playlist to leave behind (as instruction) just in case that happens.
stardust_20: Castle - Beckett - lip bitestardust_20 on August 12th, 2010 09:41 pm (UTC)
Know what you mean about the swimsuit. How can something so cute make us feel so awful?

I like your funeral plans. Going to have to write up a list like that myself, I think. Your suggestions are awesome and you never fail to make me smile. Thanks for that, Carrie.
Hyacinth Girl: Deatheustacia_vye28 on August 13th, 2010 01:44 am (UTC)
Cremation is very Buddhist, too. Most of my Viet relatives have gone this route, with their ashes stored in the temple to be prayed over on holy days.

I don't know what my parents' preferences are. Or mine, actually. I never thought that far ahead, yanno? Definitely something to think about.
Jessica K Malfoy: disney: kronk is nervousjessicakmalfoy on August 13th, 2010 03:55 pm (UTC)
I think I completely agree with all your funeral rules. And my mom wants to be taken to a taxadermist & preserved... Although I think she's joking. Last night I finally went to see Eclipse & there was this terrifying trailer. The screen was all black & you could bear some guy calling 911 asking for help buy he didn't know where he was or what happened. His phone cut out then you saw little flickers of light & finally his lighter lit up for long enough to show him inside a coffin. YUCK! Although now I'm wondering why his cell phone light didn't work...

I'm sorry about the bathing suit. In all the pictures I've seen of you I think you have a great, curvy pin up kind of shape but if someone wanted me to wear a bathing suit on stage I'd quit. Or quit eating & if that didnt work then I'd freak out.