We Really DO Go Together Like Ramalamalama!

We were discussing the other night at dinner how the "pairings" in Grease turned out. For those of you just joining me who weren't in on the horrible ride from the beginning, I'll provide the backstory (anyone in the know can skip this paragraph).

Moonlight was supposed to open this past season with Grease. I almost didn't audition, but I showed up an hour late on the second night of auditions for the hell of it. I was cast as Rizzo, in my first show at Moonlight. I didn't know a soul, other than Sarah Carey, who I'd almost been in Rocky Horror with eons ago, for one day, before that went kaput. Anyway, I made a lot of friends (including Sarah, Whitney, Tracy, Bill, Tiana, Wendy, Kyle, Nick, Andrew, Nathan, Amber, Britteny, Cathy...and one Travis Johnson). Anyway, the week before we were to open, effing Samuel French yanked the rights away from us and, after a few days of misery and scrambling, we ended up throwing together Snoopy, The Musical in 17 days, which turned out to be a great (if under-attended) show and one of my proudest achievements. At the time the cancellation had seemed like the worst thing EVER, and I won't ever forget Cathy's total devastation and the way her voice shook when she told us.

But would you look at that list of friends?! What's more...the couples that were formed (or had already formed) are pretty great. There's Sandy and Vince Fontaine (Tracy and Bill), there's Danny and the producer (Nathan and Amber), there's Eugene and Patty Simcox (Nick and Wendy), and there's Rizzo and Sonny (me and Travis...betcha Kenickie never saw THAT coming.)

Successful shows are always a blast...but the amazing thing is how those shows that just don't quite go as planned can really end up providing you with the best memories and relationships you'll ever have the good fortune to encounter. (As Exhibit B, I present Assassins, from what I've heard...)

Now insert the sound of me squealing with joy about my World Religions course. My professor (an actual PROFESSOR) has his doctorate from Princeton. A Princeton alum teaching a night class at LSCC! My gut instincts rule. So I'm going to love this class...he's funny, open-minded, extremely knowledgeable (obviously), and he swears. (I have my standards, and they're unusual, but they work for me.) My only complaint is that he let us go at 8:00 - the regular students were thrilled, but I was fully prepared to stick with this guy until 9:15...or longer, if he wanted. I'm going to love my class!

Travis, on the other hand - well, sometimes I wish he had a blog, so he could share these things with you, because he had me laughing to the point of "Stop, stop, I'm going to wet myself" last night. Apparently his math survey course really IS kind of "Tell me how these numbers make you feel." His teacher actually READ a book TO them about math. And it had to be a fourth-grade level book. He's in hell. I read the journal entry written during the class...it really does sound like torture. But it's going to make for great material.

Tonight I will finally be seeing Taming of the Shrew and getting some Eric time...I'm very excited!

Off to my training class...we're preparing for the implementation of the new Bankruptcy Act, which is welcome but a COMPLETE nightmare. Here goes! Have a good Friday! (I am so Little Mary Sunshine right now...)