What Weekend?

What a whirlwind of a week! Business has been a wee bit off for us here at the shop (read "shivver")but hopefully that's taking a turn for the better. I snagged a pretty nice commissioned job and have a real promising "hopeful" coming 'round next weekend.

Grease started and we're getting ready to do the 3rd show today, a matinee. I'm not an old hand at this, nor do I wanna be, but it seems to be coming off pretty smooth. A couple of glitches here and there, but the kids, actors and actresses are just awesome. They're doing one hell of a job and I'm proud of 'em.

I'm in the band and we've got every stupid Grease song stuck in our heads forever and ever. The band went as a group out to eat the other evening and at some point at least one of us was doing the bass line from You're The One That I Want (dum da dum dum dum da dum dum dum da dum dum dum) and getting yelled at to STOP IT by one of the other band members. It's starting to affect me.

Zibbs has a post about an upcoming college reunion of some sort. Reminded of an incident this summer.

I quit attending HS reunions a long time ago... I dunno why, just 'cause. I attended a pretty small school, I think there were 45 in our graduating class or so. Anyhow Sally and our friends Martina and Randy went to a Labor Day parade in the little town where I went to school and after the parade we decided to go over to the only bar in town and have a couple of beers and shoot some pool or something. When we walked in the bar there were maybe... 15 people in there, counting the 3 gals working the bar. Of those 15 people, counting myself... were 5 people that were in my graduating class. 1/3 of the people in that little bar.

I don't have a clever witticism for what that means. It probably doesn't need one.


Also this post and this part 2 of it, is kinda making the rounds to a couple of interesting corners of the internets. One place in particular that is VERY interesting. I'll post it up when they get through chewing me up and spitting me out.

Gotta love the internets. It's a weird old world.





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