Friday, December 01, 2006
The Curse
Obviously, I am cursed.
Last night, my pants flew open. Same number, different garment. Then, later in the act, I started to walk across stage as Cricket posessed by The Ghost of Christmas Present and this prop sheet got stuck to my shoe. I continue to walk, lifting my foot higher to disentangle myself from the sheet, only to make it worse. My fellow castmate's song started and I was left on stage with this huge sheet wrapped around my leg. Everyone started laughing on stage. Another castmate, pissing her pants laughing so hard, comes over to me and tries to help pull the sheet off me - this is all during the song. Once the sheet was detatched, I attempted to launch back into the song, only to step out with my left foot and have it STICK TO THE STAGE! Now, not only was the cast a goner for laughing, but the entire audience was in stitches. Since I had thoroughly upstaged my poor castmate's song, I stopped doing any choreography and took a good look at the bottom of my shoe and there it was ----- GUM. A big, huge wad of gum. All over my shoe. And If I stepped on it, I would stick. But I had a long scene ahead of me after the song. So. I milked it. I limped everywhere I had to go and the rest of the cast added comments about GUM into the remainder of their lines. The audience laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed. I was a hit. The gum is still on the bottom of my shoe. Not sure what to do about that for tonight. And that is my story.
Phew.
Check out my new KJ's Finds list and brand new Konkin Question. I am working currently on compliling a "Regina" photo gallery full of pics of what my life has been consisting of here in the city that rhymes with fun.
Leanne is so sick. My mom is so sick. The people I spend 90% of my time with have both been diagnosed with the flu and highly contagious. There is no reason that I shouldn't become HORRIBLY sick as well, but here is the thing. I simply refuse. I will not get sick. I am declaring myself immune from the germs and am determined to recreate two Decembers ago in 2004 when I was the only person at 20/20 who didn't get the flu. I remember that well...It was during the time I was falling madly in love with Jordan and him and I were getting maybe 2 or 3 hours of sleep a night and yet I was so freaking happy nothing could touch me. No germ, no illness, nothing. Well, this Christmas I am not in love, but my heart is my own and my life is back in my own two hands and I feel gooooooood. Maybe I am in love, just not with a guy, but with my own self.
I was hired yesterday to do The Artists Tour back here in Saskatchewan in the fall of 2007. It is an extrememly well paying contract where 6 professional artists propose a workshop of their own and tour it to schools all over the province for eight weeks. My workshop title is Fascinatin' Rhythm - a celebration of rhythmic dance forms from tap dancing to lindy hop. I think it will be an excellent way to see if teaching really could be something I might enjoy and help me to hone my skills at workshop creation. TO ANY SASK. ARTISTS --- if you live or have lived at any point in Saskatchewan and would like to be part of this tour, contact me. They are hiring and always looking for quality people and it would be so much fun to have a friend on the tour with me!! Now, I manifest Chemainus to offer me a contract and BOOM I will have 2007 all booked up. Wouldn't that be lovely??
Sometimes It is gum, sometimes a man that tells you he doesn't think you are The One, sometimes it is rampant sickness abounding -- there will always be something.
I say just make it into shtick, right the guy off as a fool and get lots of shut eye...
Curse yourself with a beautiful life.
Last night, my pants flew open. Same number, different garment. Then, later in the act, I started to walk across stage as Cricket posessed by The Ghost of Christmas Present and this prop sheet got stuck to my shoe. I continue to walk, lifting my foot higher to disentangle myself from the sheet, only to make it worse. My fellow castmate's song started and I was left on stage with this huge sheet wrapped around my leg. Everyone started laughing on stage. Another castmate, pissing her pants laughing so hard, comes over to me and tries to help pull the sheet off me - this is all during the song. Once the sheet was detatched, I attempted to launch back into the song, only to step out with my left foot and have it STICK TO THE STAGE! Now, not only was the cast a goner for laughing, but the entire audience was in stitches. Since I had thoroughly upstaged my poor castmate's song, I stopped doing any choreography and took a good look at the bottom of my shoe and there it was ----- GUM. A big, huge wad of gum. All over my shoe. And If I stepped on it, I would stick. But I had a long scene ahead of me after the song. So. I milked it. I limped everywhere I had to go and the rest of the cast added comments about GUM into the remainder of their lines. The audience laughed and laughed and laughed and laughed. I was a hit. The gum is still on the bottom of my shoe. Not sure what to do about that for tonight. And that is my story.
Phew.
Check out my new KJ's Finds list and brand new Konkin Question. I am working currently on compliling a "Regina" photo gallery full of pics of what my life has been consisting of here in the city that rhymes with fun.
Leanne is so sick. My mom is so sick. The people I spend 90% of my time with have both been diagnosed with the flu and highly contagious. There is no reason that I shouldn't become HORRIBLY sick as well, but here is the thing. I simply refuse. I will not get sick. I am declaring myself immune from the germs and am determined to recreate two Decembers ago in 2004 when I was the only person at 20/20 who didn't get the flu. I remember that well...It was during the time I was falling madly in love with Jordan and him and I were getting maybe 2 or 3 hours of sleep a night and yet I was so freaking happy nothing could touch me. No germ, no illness, nothing. Well, this Christmas I am not in love, but my heart is my own and my life is back in my own two hands and I feel gooooooood. Maybe I am in love, just not with a guy, but with my own self.
I was hired yesterday to do The Artists Tour back here in Saskatchewan in the fall of 2007. It is an extrememly well paying contract where 6 professional artists propose a workshop of their own and tour it to schools all over the province for eight weeks. My workshop title is Fascinatin' Rhythm - a celebration of rhythmic dance forms from tap dancing to lindy hop. I think it will be an excellent way to see if teaching really could be something I might enjoy and help me to hone my skills at workshop creation. TO ANY SASK. ARTISTS --- if you live or have lived at any point in Saskatchewan and would like to be part of this tour, contact me. They are hiring and always looking for quality people and it would be so much fun to have a friend on the tour with me!! Now, I manifest Chemainus to offer me a contract and BOOM I will have 2007 all booked up. Wouldn't that be lovely??
Sometimes It is gum, sometimes a man that tells you he doesn't think you are The One, sometimes it is rampant sickness abounding -- there will always be something.
I say just make it into shtick, right the guy off as a fool and get lots of shut eye...
Curse yourself with a beautiful life.
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