As some of you may know, I'm currently in a musical with Lafayette Civic Theater called Children of Eden.
I like Boston. The band, not the city.
Being in a musical can seriously make you crazy, and I don't mean it will "drive you crazy" (although it might). I mean, it will make you drive to work with one shoe, put the remote in the microwave, brush your teeth three times before noon crazy.
Why does Ruby Tuesday have the most delicious croutons?
You won't see or talk to your friends or family for 3 to 5 weeks, depending on how involved you are.
Seriously, what is in those croutons?!
Your coworkers may start to think you are a crackhead because you look like you haven't slept in days.
I wish I could hug my head.
You'll actually gain weight, rather than lose it. This is mostly due to outings after rehearsals with your castmates to grab some food or a drink. You'll tell yourself it's okay to have the monte christo sandwich and two beers at 11pm (even though you have to get up at 6am tomorrow) because it's in the name of bonding.
Poodle, poodle, poodle, poodle, poodle, poodle, poodle, poodle...
You have dreams about the show. However, instead of performing the musical, you and your castmates will be performing elective surgery on your 11th grade English teacher (not that you liked her anyway) but not before your boss informs you that you will be required to breakdance in order to gain access to the space-time continuum from now on.
If Wall Street is in the toilet right now, then why do they still have a journal?
Family member/friend/coworker: How are rehearsals?
You: Ugh, I start grieving for my dead son too soon, God nearly offed himself last night, poor Noah doesn't know what to do with his stick and I can never remember if I'm pregnant or not! (While this makes complete sense to you, your unsuspecting acquaintance who thinks it's all part of your new recreational drug habit, politely smiles and nods, but backs away slowly, being sure to not make any sudden movements.)
Ground control to Major Tom...
You will sing the entire score of the show in your head. The seventh or eighth time you catch yourself doing this, you will intentionally try to sing another catchy, but far more obnoxious song. However, you won't even get half-way through "How To Save a Life" before you'll beg your brain to go back to the musical.
I'm naming my dog Taskforce.
There will be days when you will be so tired that you will constantly fidget just so you won't put your head down on your desk and immediately start drooling.
I'll bet prison isn't that bad.
It comes down to this: you will lose your mind. Your motor skills will suffer. Your alarm clock will taunt you. Your bathroom scale will mock you endlessly. Your equilibrium will become all sorts of wacky.
I have to pee again. Didn't I just pee yesterday or something?
You will, however, enjoy every moment.
My desk does NOT smell of rich mahogany!
I like Boston. The band, not the city.
Being in a musical can seriously make you crazy, and I don't mean it will "drive you crazy" (although it might). I mean, it will make you drive to work with one shoe, put the remote in the microwave, brush your teeth three times before noon crazy.
Why does Ruby Tuesday have the most delicious croutons?
You won't see or talk to your friends or family for 3 to 5 weeks, depending on how involved you are.
Seriously, what is in those croutons?!
Your coworkers may start to think you are a crackhead because you look like you haven't slept in days.
I wish I could hug my head.
You'll actually gain weight, rather than lose it. This is mostly due to outings after rehearsals with your castmates to grab some food or a drink. You'll tell yourself it's okay to have the monte christo sandwich and two beers at 11pm (even though you have to get up at 6am tomorrow) because it's in the name of bonding.
Poodle, poodle, poodle, poodle, poodle, poodle, poodle, poodle...
You have dreams about the show. However, instead of performing the musical, you and your castmates will be performing elective surgery on your 11th grade English teacher (not that you liked her anyway) but not before your boss informs you that you will be required to breakdance in order to gain access to the space-time continuum from now on.
If Wall Street is in the toilet right now, then why do they still have a journal?
Family member/friend/coworker: How are rehearsals?
You: Ugh, I start grieving for my dead son too soon, God nearly offed himself last night, poor Noah doesn't know what to do with his stick and I can never remember if I'm pregnant or not! (While this makes complete sense to you, your unsuspecting acquaintance who thinks it's all part of your new recreational drug habit, politely smiles and nods, but backs away slowly, being sure to not make any sudden movements.)
Ground control to Major Tom...
You will sing the entire score of the show in your head. The seventh or eighth time you catch yourself doing this, you will intentionally try to sing another catchy, but far more obnoxious song. However, you won't even get half-way through "How To Save a Life" before you'll beg your brain to go back to the musical.
I'm naming my dog Taskforce.
There will be days when you will be so tired that you will constantly fidget just so you won't put your head down on your desk and immediately start drooling.
I'll bet prison isn't that bad.
It comes down to this: you will lose your mind. Your motor skills will suffer. Your alarm clock will taunt you. Your bathroom scale will mock you endlessly. Your equilibrium will become all sorts of wacky.
I have to pee again. Didn't I just pee yesterday or something?
You will, however, enjoy every moment.
My desk does NOT smell of rich mahogany!
1 comment:
I LOVE IT!!!
And last night was fun! However bad it may be for our health, we WILL have to do it again.
Enjoy your weekend! :)
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