Ch-Ch-Changes

Well, it didn't take long for us to feel withdrawals - Sarah and I crashed Bill and Tracy's house after rehearsal, mainly to gripe about this ridiculous rehearsal schedule. For the fourth time, I drove clear the hell out to Clermont to sit around for about 45 minutes before I was told I could go. I really think if this was my first show at Moonlight (or if Kyle wasn't my Quixote), I would have quit last night - I was furious. More than anything, I'm irritated because I know I could have done 1940s Radio Hour with this schedule, and I hate that I turned away from something just to be jerked around. Any old way - Bill's back to brunette and Tracy chopped all her hair off in a very sassy flippy bob that we all love. J called while I was there and announced that while he was at House of Blues to pick up tickets for the 839 concerts that are coming around in the next month that we can't live without seeing, he bumped into a friend who offered him free tickets to The Killers show, so he was going to stick around and see that....grrrr.

I had to get up at 6:00 a.m. to bake for the office Thanksgiving luncheon today. I don't know what it is about me that makes me incapable of going to Publix, buying a couple of pies, and calling it a day...I just love to have occasion to cook something I wouldn't normally cook. And since Thanksgiving's not at my house, I had to find a reason to make my traditional green onion buttermilk biscuits. Mmmm...I hope no one else likes them and I can eat them all myself. Ahh, the carb-y goodness.

Today I'm reliving the happy thoughts of some of my favourite karaoke moments from Sunday - Nick singing "Mr. Cellophane", Diana singing "When You're Good to Mama" (and giving us a little belly dance action), Kyle and me singing "Come What May", Britteny and me singing "Bitch". There was talk of doing Chicago (which is a show I would love to do but would hesitate to do at Moonlight - it's tough....) and of how much work it would require for Britteny to get me moving like Velma should move. Dammit, I got the voice, I got the chops, but I wish I was just a stronger dancer! Curse my inability to be a triple-threat!