Princess Grace Strikes Again

I am completely incapable of maintaining dignity amongst new people for very long.

Arriving unacceptably late for Grease rehearsal, I tried to sneak up on stage, without using the stairs because the stage is only a two-foot step up, and completely missed the stage, executing an embarassing a five-point landing face-first on the stage, clobbering my knee in the process. My brain burst into tears and tried to calculate where I'd gone wrong (never have I ever done that at Bay Street, and the stage is four feet from ground level). Of course, anyone who'd not noticed me before was certainly aware of my presence now, and there was much alarm, but I just burst into giggle fits and took my place on stage. I ignored the injury in my nonchalance and good humor ("Look at me! Capable of laughing at myself! See, I'm fun!") and am now nursing an egg-sized welt on my knee. Very attractive.

And there is no chance that anyone thinks my shortcomings in dance could be due to some sort of mental distraction. Now they know that I'm just completely uncoordinated, or perhaps mildly retarded.