No More...
My last real Encore show is done. And I am sad.
So let's distract me with some fun memories, shall we?
I wanted to mention that I spent an hour one night watching That 70's Show in the Chorus room with Pat, Gerry, and Vanessa. It was great fun, and we all knew and sang the theme song. Loudly and off key. Ha ha ha!
Becky: *The line is "Your virture is my privelige"* Your virginity is my privilege!
Aaron: Puck's supposed to be an effeminante male. In our case...it's Renee.
I tripped over my scooter on the way offstage. Ouch.
Pat: Arise my love! *Bart raises sword, slowly and phallicly*
Lydia moved her hand when Bart and Pat went to kiss. Hahahahahahaha!
Pat: With hands as pale as milk! *Hold up hands, while wearing white gloves.*
Me: *Lipstick in hand* Where does this go?
Kristen: In Pat's purse.
Paul twitches when he pretends to sleep. I wonder if he twitches when he really sleeps?
Then the music awards and senior recital...Yeah.
Mrs Hart: I felt just like a mother hen with all my little ducklings. (Ok Woman, let's just get this straight. Hens DO NOT HAVE DUCKLINGS.)
Today, I love you, because the Pope is Catholic; some Rabbis are Jewish; and the wind blows North. Sometimes.
Today I hate uptightness.