Another rainy Friday. I had to drag myself out of bed for some tours. Middle school kids. The first one was okay. I knew I was in trouble a little bit when before I had a chance to open my mouth a girl raises her hand to find out how long this is gonna take. However, it was fine. My second group was fun. I wasn’t sure whether to be flattered or creeped out that middle school boys were trying to get my number. No, I did not give it to them.
I have to figure out some sort of appetizer to get ready to take to my friend Candy Cane’s Scottish Gala. She is going back there to do some mission work, and is having a get together. I have to mend my plaid pants to wear, as I left my little plaid skirt (which I think is now too big anyway) in MI. I don’t know what sort of plaid I will get G into. I did find a lovely site on how to wrap a kilt. I could always Google it again. Mwahahahaah.
I also found out that word on the street is that I shouldn’t feel badly about not getting cast. Apparently there is a pre-cast offer on the table. So, I wasted three hours on a Saturday to read for this guy. Seriously, even if he would have left it at me doing my monologue, I wouldn’t mind. But I feel it’s pretty crappy to waste people’s time like that. (Not only mine, but the rest of the people at auditions also) Grrrrr.
Well, I think I am going to go have a fabric orgasm at SR Harris now, then figure out some appetizer fun. Wow, I am exciting. Whoa Nelly.