So, some updates.
The iGy show the other night was a success. I somehow managed to cope with all the last-second roster changes and get all the props and people to the right places, in the right clothes, at the right time.
I made some wonderful friends and I'm so happy to be part of this group.
And the audience reaction... Wow, that just makes it all worth it.
Steph has decided not to take the cocktail. Repeat after me: I-D-I-O-T. She's not sick. She's a carrier. But no use trying to tell her that. She's gone into an "I've made up my mind, don't confuse me with facts"-state... And she's leaving the continent in a month. Maybe forever.
I've got a new spot. Huzzah and hurrah, Charlie has a twin sister... Charlene.
Priscilla, Charlie, Pesachzon... and Charlene. Yay.
Nathaniel's gone into a pre-draft funk. I REALLY hope he snaps out of it soon, because we have way too much to talk about before he disappears for four years.
Oh, and my computer is offically dead. I'm hopping between the downstairs one and my sister's.
My Friday night is DEAD.
I made some wonderful friends and I'm so happy to be part of this group.
And the audience reaction... Wow, that just makes it all worth it.
Steph has decided not to take the cocktail. Repeat after me: I-D-I-O-T. She's not sick. She's a carrier. But no use trying to tell her that. She's gone into an "I've made up my mind, don't confuse me with facts"-state... And she's leaving the continent in a month. Maybe forever.
I've got a new spot. Huzzah and hurrah, Charlie has a twin sister... Charlene.
Priscilla, Charlie, Pesachzon... and Charlene. Yay.
Nathaniel's gone into a pre-draft funk. I REALLY hope he snaps out of it soon, because we have way too much to talk about before he disappears for four years.
Oh, and my computer is offically dead. I'm hopping between the downstairs one and my sister's.
My Friday night is DEAD.