For the weekend, so everyone remembers that little bit of girlish glee..

From another post from another blog from another lifetime..

"I’ll admit that I erased a post late last night because I thought that it was less-than-classy, but I’ll have to expound on it a bit today. I was unable to sleep last night when I got home because I was so.. for lack of a better word.. restless. I was also really tired, though, so I thought if I just laid still long enough.. but eventually, I turned to The Rabbit. I attribute it to the fact that I was sitting in between two large, handsome men at dinner, and I could almost taste the testosterone between them.

I’m just saying.

On that same note, as I was walking to the interview today (it was just in another building on the campus), I passed a young engineer. He looked at me. And I’ll tell you, because I know you can’t see it, that when I typed that, I was grinning. I could SEE what he was thinking when he was looking at me. I had forgotten what that felt like, but I giggled like a little girl. He was devouring me.

Oh, to be devoured."

And to all of those auditioning tomorrow.. BREAK A LEG!!

Guy: How’s your day going?

Me: You wouldn’t believe the shit I’ve had to put up with today.  I had this HUGE ordeal just ordering pizzas.. do you know how silly that sounds?!  And then I’ve been pandering to stupid engineers all day, and I ordered all of these supplies that haven’t arrived yet and.. hey, what’s going on with your eye?

Guy: Oh, I’ve got this flesh-eating bacteria thing happening.  The pain is getting worse, but the doctor thinks it will go away.  If it hits an optical nerve, I have this emergency number I’m supposed to call.

Perspective.  It’s a bitch.

I didn’t realize I had a cult following until I heard that some boys that I already adored could recite one of my FAVORITEST pieces, word for word.  I wrote that piece to flex a literary muscle, but it also turned out to be highly therapeutic and, apparently, pretty amusing.  That really did my ego good.

I’m penning a second installment as we speak.
But just so you know, I can’t take all of the credit for my cleverness.  I spend all day (while working feverishly) emailing back and forth between some VERY funny women.  These are some of the greatest punchlines today, although they will remain unclaimed and out of context for obvious reasons.

 

I LOVE THIS WEATHER.

I thought about ending this post, right here and now, because that sums up everything at the moment.  I’m wearing a new, lime green, off the shoulder, ribbed sweater.. that I could ONLY wear because of the cold snap.  And I got very excited, looking through my winter closet today and remembering how hot(t) I look in all of those clothes.  I finally get to wear my ribbed red turtleneck again.. which is a special outfit.  Tee hee hee..

To all of the Jungle people I did NOT get to see last night, I was HIGHLY impressed with all of you.  I saw Chris, so he already knows how much I adored him as Sher Kahn (although I was bummed to only see his special contacts once I got up close to him.. they were hidden amongst that AWESOME mask), but Schuyler was PHENOMENAL.  OhmygoodLord, he was fantastic.  And I wished Katie’s part was bigger.  And Harrison was great as the man-cub.. it was just all fantastic.  There was ONE moment I wish I didn’t have to have witnessed.. just a melodramatic moment that I thought was a bit too over-the-top.  And long.  But the monkeys were so adorable (great job, Jess, getting them together!) and everything, everything, EVERYTHING visual was amazing.  It was just a great thing to be there for.  Thanks, Ra, for having me.

Made me almost miss doing children’s theatre.  ALMOST.

Pants is adorable.  He was so pocket-sized.

It was nice being back in the Playhouse.  It’s been awhile since I’ve been there, feels like.  And it was nice seeing the Fantasy gang again, and getting hugs, and laughing.. and laughing.. and laughing.

Steph signs "ROOOAAAAR" better than anyone else.

KENDRA!  I meant to find Kendra afterwards and totally forgot.  Kendra, baby, you were awesome.  All the times.

(And your stage manager messed up on that one.  Don’t worry about it.)

Damnit.  A 428 number came up, and that’s usually Bryan, so I answered, "Hey, stud.."

WAS NOT BRYAN.  But a flattered gentleman, nonetheless.

I had so much fun at dinner last night.  It was nice to be with my extended family.  Those people have known me forever, and I felt VERY myself with them.  It was nice.  And needed.  Bruce cracked me up.. we were talking about how people can change, and he said, "Yep.  I used to think Sarah was this sweet, innocent girl.. until she got up at the TheatreHuntsville improv night and improved the most FILTHY, RAUNCHY song I had ever heard.  And no one has done anything that amazing since."

Thanks. My legacy lives on.