My friend, Elizabeth, works for the Colorado Springs Fine Art Center. She had been home in Kansas City over the holidays when I asked her – in a very off-hand way – if she needed any help at the theatre. “Why, yes, actually!” she replied. My mouth said, “Awesome! You should hire me!” while my brain said, “Whatever, you totally don’t get to go work in Colorado Springs for three weeks. Don’t be ridiculous. You’ll find a waitressing job here to supplement your income while you toil away on otherwise unrewarding projects during the day.”
Only part of my brain was correct. I do not get to work in Colorado Springs for three weeks. It’s only two and a half weeks!
I am leaving tomorrow morning to help the costume department with the production of The Full Monty (please, I don’t need any more comments about how it must be an easy show to costume – yes, yes, you are very clever and no one else has thought of that joke yet). I’ll be attempting to report on my adventures daily here at my newly renovated blog and I expect you all to put it in your RSS feedy devices or bookmark it or at least pretend like you read every post when I get back so my feelings wont be hurt.
It should be exciting times and if not, I promise to make things up and drop in the occasional alien or samsquanch so you don’t get bored.
The only thing I remember about that movie is some scene with saran wrap, or as they called it “cling film” – are you going to make saran wrap thongs?
Did I inadvertently reference something? Dangit!
oh, right. The Full Monty.
No, no saran wrap.
Okay, actually, I can’t promise there’s no saran wrap. Really, I have no idea what to expect when I get there.