owchies, one week late
So... I was Columbia last week, and not only did I make it out alive, but I made it out totally and completely uninjured. Last night I played a Transie. My left knee and ankle are twisted and sore, and, best as I can tell, will remain so for at least a few more days. My right shin is bruised all to fuck, and breathing on it a little heavily sends all sorts of screaming agony through the lower half of my leg. And, when I fell, I sliced open my right index finger on gods-only-know-what on the floor of the stage. This was during the preshow.
After we'd cleaned out the cut, and iced my ankle (I didn't realize how nasty I'd taken the fall on my knee and shin yet) I got up and walked around a bit. I was feeling a thousand times better, and decided that I could do the Time Warp, no problem. Sean, in his capacity as transie director (and I wonder now, possibley as my boyfriend) forbid me from going up on the box for Sword of Damocles through Hot Patootie. I made a bunch of frowny angry faces at him for it, but in retrospect, it was not only a wise decision, but one I appreciate a whole lot.
I stumbled once during Time Warp, but made it through the rest of the song fine. Ironically, I think it was one of my best Transie/Time Warp performances since I joined cast. However, I wasn't nearly as healed as I thought I was, and when the song was finished my legs, especially my left knee screamed, What the fuck do you think you're doing girl? Go sit down! But of course I couldn't, because I had Sweet Transvestite yet. That was fine, though, since there's no choreography, I just stayed on my right foot the whole time.
After that I just hung out in the audience, wishing I was on the box. I did hand jive for Eddie's Teddy, then spent most of the rest of the evening on Joe Bopp's lap. I opted out of doing flash-backs, but Larry came and summoned me for them, so I hobbled back stage and did my best.
Sean's laying quietly in my bed right now. I love him so much.
After we'd cleaned out the cut, and iced my ankle (I didn't realize how nasty I'd taken the fall on my knee and shin yet) I got up and walked around a bit. I was feeling a thousand times better, and decided that I could do the Time Warp, no problem. Sean, in his capacity as transie director (and I wonder now, possibley as my boyfriend) forbid me from going up on the box for Sword of Damocles through Hot Patootie. I made a bunch of frowny angry faces at him for it, but in retrospect, it was not only a wise decision, but one I appreciate a whole lot.
I stumbled once during Time Warp, but made it through the rest of the song fine. Ironically, I think it was one of my best Transie/Time Warp performances since I joined cast. However, I wasn't nearly as healed as I thought I was, and when the song was finished my legs, especially my left knee screamed, What the fuck do you think you're doing girl? Go sit down! But of course I couldn't, because I had Sweet Transvestite yet. That was fine, though, since there's no choreography, I just stayed on my right foot the whole time.
After that I just hung out in the audience, wishing I was on the box. I did hand jive for Eddie's Teddy, then spent most of the rest of the evening on Joe Bopp's lap. I opted out of doing flash-backs, but Larry came and summoned me for them, so I hobbled back stage and did my best.
Sean's laying quietly in my bed right now. I love him so much.