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God bless technology. I am currently updating from my bathroom. It's like toilet-texting, but with a bigger audience! I estimate that I do about 40% of my texting while in the washroom, so this is really just the next logical step. Toilet texting: gateway drug.
Anyway, right now there's a Johnny Cash tribute playing at one of our theatres, and I've worked a few shifts, and I basically just want to listen to Hurt for a billion hours straight and like, cry in the bathtub. The show's really good, but my god, do Johnny Cash fans like to drink. At tonight's show I made $75 in tips, and I was one of three people selling on that bar. The guy working the bar upstairs was by himself before the show, and had one helper at intermission, and he pulled down $165 in tips. Outrageous! I'm getting a bottle-cap callus, from all the Coors Lights I've had to open. The show ends tomorrow, though, and then I'm back home with my tiny ballet boys.
Speaking of Billy Elliot, Tuesday is opening night, and it's like, 97% guaranteed that Elton John is going to be there. I...don't know if I really want to interact with him at all. Like, I feel like he could either be really cool or a giant diva, and I don't actually want to know if it's the latter. But still! Elton John! I hope he wears something sparkly. At the end of the night, I just want to be able to say, "Yeah, I saw Elton John, he was wearing something sparkly! :D!" There is likely going to be a giant opening night shindig somewhere after the show, so I'm going to get dressed up and cross my fingers that I get invited, because I would like some free booze, thank you very much. On the other hand, oh my god, I am so horrible at parties, I would probably just stand in the corner nursing my beer and doing the white man shuffle like a total ass. We shall see what happens.
Speaking of asses, mine's going numb. Time to relocate. Stay frosty, kids.
Anyway, right now there's a Johnny Cash tribute playing at one of our theatres, and I've worked a few shifts, and I basically just want to listen to Hurt for a billion hours straight and like, cry in the bathtub. The show's really good, but my god, do Johnny Cash fans like to drink. At tonight's show I made $75 in tips, and I was one of three people selling on that bar. The guy working the bar upstairs was by himself before the show, and had one helper at intermission, and he pulled down $165 in tips. Outrageous! I'm getting a bottle-cap callus, from all the Coors Lights I've had to open. The show ends tomorrow, though, and then I'm back home with my tiny ballet boys.
Speaking of Billy Elliot, Tuesday is opening night, and it's like, 97% guaranteed that Elton John is going to be there. I...don't know if I really want to interact with him at all. Like, I feel like he could either be really cool or a giant diva, and I don't actually want to know if it's the latter. But still! Elton John! I hope he wears something sparkly. At the end of the night, I just want to be able to say, "Yeah, I saw Elton John, he was wearing something sparkly! :D!" There is likely going to be a giant opening night shindig somewhere after the show, so I'm going to get dressed up and cross my fingers that I get invited, because I would like some free booze, thank you very much. On the other hand, oh my god, I am so horrible at parties, I would probably just stand in the corner nursing my beer and doing the white man shuffle like a total ass. We shall see what happens.
Speaking of asses, mine's going numb. Time to relocate. Stay frosty, kids.