First of all... I woke up today to NO COFFEE. None. Not 'my husband hadn't made any yet', but NONE ANYWHERE IN THE HOUSE. The good news is, I don't think it can get any worse, so this is the crappiest I will feel all day, hopefully.
It is what it is. I think, for its ilk, it'll be good. But overtures make me sleepy. I'm sure they're supposed to put you in the mood for the show, but if the lights go down and the music isn't dynamic, its naptime for Carrie.
The opening scene was one of my dear friends churning butter with a plunger-style churn (thankyouverymuch). It just looked naughty. I started giggling and had to look away. I fear I'm going straight to hell. Curly (the male lead) was a vaguely gay cowboy. I don't know him, but his walk along with the syballant hiss kind of points you in that direction. (It's musical theatre, what do you expect. Can I get an amen, contessanatasha
?) He's cute, though. Messy cute, and I almost liked him by the end of the show.
The lead girl had a pretty voice. And that's all I shall say about that
The bad guy, Jud, was the cutest kid in the whole cast. (Oh, crap. I called him a kid. He's probably 24? ) I liked the bad boy. Go figure, right?
I had a TON of friends in the show, and now I've been to see it. Sure, it was a rehearsal. Do I need to see it again? No, I do not. I think they'll understand.
I only have to do a couple of more things that won't take very long at all, prop-wise. Thus closes the chapter on Oklahoma!, I hope forever. Thank you for reading.
I finally got around to painting the boys' room, and I think it turned out pretty cute. My grandmother gave me the quilt for Christmas, but I just got it this past weekend. How annoying is it to have to do home improvements for a home that you won't be living in in a year? We're trying to get this one ready to sell.
That is not a wallpaper border that you see. I hand painted each one of those little red squares.
I love our play, Superhero Therapy, more than I can possibly say. The characters have spilled their guts, and have been properly mocked, and the meeting is crashed by some villains. Who did we decide to use? Robin (but with slicked back hair, a leather jacket over his costume and smoking a cigarette), Hitler and Voldemort. It wasn't even my idea. I laughed so hard I cried a little last night. I'll post it here when it's finished. It should be done very, very, soon. I love those kids.
The rest of the day is errands, luncheons, meetings and blech. But at least I'll have coffee.