I'm a bad friend.
No, I did not forget your birthday, Ashley, but I am a bad friend for not having any time on Sunday to call. And I'm also a bad friend for not mailing anything until today so you didn't get anything on your birthday. From me at least. GAH! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!
Cabaret madness is in full swing and I'm completely out of it. No time to sleep or eat, only work and rehearsal and the occasional shower. Which sucks because Ali and Maddy and Ann are in town but I'm so consumed with other responsibilities that I can only hang out with them in hour-long spurts. DAMMIT! THIS is why everone must come and see the Cabaret and tell me that it was worthwhile...I need justification for putting so much fucking time into this. I'm going insane. I'm sick of people getting mad at me for not wearing my dress to rehearsal and not knowing how to do my own hair and makeup. I'm sick of the trombone. I do, however, love everyone in the band and I have fun with them. The dancers, however, I could take them or leave them.
Ari
Cabaret madness is in full swing and I'm completely out of it. No time to sleep or eat, only work and rehearsal and the occasional shower. Which sucks because Ali and Maddy and Ann are in town but I'm so consumed with other responsibilities that I can only hang out with them in hour-long spurts. DAMMIT! THIS is why everone must come and see the Cabaret and tell me that it was worthwhile...I need justification for putting so much fucking time into this. I'm going insane. I'm sick of people getting mad at me for not wearing my dress to rehearsal and not knowing how to do my own hair and makeup. I'm sick of the trombone. I do, however, love everyone in the band and I have fun with them. The dancers, however, I could take them or leave them.
Ari