That bride is craxy. So your sister was clearly in cahoots with the organist and the other musician. It's a racket!
Spike's Bitches 32: I think I'm sobering up.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
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.
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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.
I saw a production of Timon of Athens at the theater in Stratford - on -Avon when I was in England. Just me and the tour guide went since no one else wanted to see a play they never heard of. Which turned out to be a good thing considering the simulated forced oral sex and a few other things (the tour trip was mostly Southern Baptists). Then afterwards we walked back and stood on a bridge and watched the swans getting swept by the quick current, it was funny to see them at odd angles sort of racing along.
A Midsummer Night's Dream is my favorite Shakespeare play, but I have never seen a production of it that is really good.