Oh, this is rich. My sister is a violinist - bride was talking about how she had an organist but really wanted a violinist. So sis offers to play, free. All well and good.
Then they cancel the organist. Sis explains that a single violin isn't going to sound very good, that they need at least one more instrument. And she can get someone, but obviously that person would need to be paid.
Next she hears is that they "can't afford" to have her. Apparently they got all pissed and decided she was trying to bait and switch them or something (?!?). And not only is she not playing, but her ceremony/reception invitations are um, not so much anymore.
Which message was passed on to her by my sister's roommate, who is a bridesmaid. Who followed it up with "but you can still come as my guest."
And then it turns out that the guest thing was nixed too. Hysterical.
P-C, that's my favorite bit too, well that and
Titus telling Tamora she just ate her asshole sons.
I once saw MacBeth Halloween night at the outside theater at our hometown college. It was this company Perfect and really, really scary. They brought in MacBeth's head wrapped in a fur. We were sitting on the stage and damn if it didn't look real (I think it was actually the actors head, but they'd rigged it so there was a hole in the fur for him to stick it through).
That bride is craxy. So your sister was clearly in cahoots with the organist and the other musician. It's a racket!
Dropping in for a re-introduction. Buffy (yes, really!) here. I had the pleasure of meeting some of you f2f or swinging from the treehouse.
waves. curtsies. etc.
Oh, brenda!
Yep. Your sister definitely wins.
Oh my, brenda. Like Cindy said, your sister definitely wins. Weddings are so crazy-making. My mom is the wedding coordinator for her church, and some of the stories she tells me just boggle.
Totally crazy. And we're talking a matter of a hundred bucks here.
Wonder if they'll be able to find a CD player cheap enough to suit their needs.
t catty
My favorite production of Dream was up in Fairbanks in an outdoor theater (during summer, obviously). The theater was in the middle of birch woods, so the fairies came out of that, and the mechanicals had the best entrance EVER. They came roaring up to the playing space in a late 70s dusty-as-all-hell Suburban with naughty phrases scrawled in the dust, bellowing "I am Henry the 8th I am, Henry the 8th I am!" HILARIOUS.
Welcome, Buffy.
And since I can't remember if I've said so already... welcome, Laga.
99% of the time, all the mistaken identity confusion could be solved by one simple conversation that the characters go to extreme lengths to avoid having. It's tiresome after the umpteenth identical plot.
This is *exactly* why I hated that show Three's Company. It infuriated me. And I could never figure out why so many people thought it was so damn funny. Even the theme song still makes me cringe.
Which is, of course, now stuck in my head. Great.
The misunderstanding-that-can-be-resolved-by-one-conversation thing annoys me in any show.
