billytea, hee. Noises off...
Gris, is your profile addy good? I'll see about Curtains tix; I'm pretty sure the guy who took me and another couple friends to see it didn't pay $70 per head for the four of us.
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billytea, hee. Noises off...
Gris, is your profile addy good? I'll see about Curtains tix; I'm pretty sure the guy who took me and another couple friends to see it didn't pay $70 per head for the four of us.
Gris, what kind of theatre show it? Call the box office, ask if you can usher, or if they have reduced rate for educators who wish to review the play before bringing their school.
It's a full-fledged Broadway theater, almost all of which use unionized ushers. They don't do student rush or a lotto. I couldn't lie, and there's no way I'll bring my students to see a standard musical comedy. They DO do standing room, which is what I'll actually probably end up doing, eventually. Sometime before the Tony awards, anyway.
And yeah, profile addy is good Zenkitty.
meara, I'll get right on the moving to Chi bit. And the gay bit. I'll...um...practice? Role-play?! Soon, I swear. Really. Do you still love me? Hold me!
Don't forget to have current prices on one way U-Haul.
Can't sleep; clown will eat me. Therefore, let me just mention this:
I never did get around to posting when it was still April 15 (according to the clock, it's been April 16 for 1 hour or so) to note that -- this (April 15) is the 4-year anniversary of my back surgery. Four freaking years. And I'm still 100% fixed.
And I *still* consider the fact that I'm 100% fixed to be a true miracle. I probably always will.
t /sentimental sap
That's excellent!
Hooray 100% fixed! I remember how much pain you were in then, and I am SO GLAD that you don't have that to go through that anymore.
100% fixed is good, save possibly as the title of a dating profile.
It would draw me in.
Gotta go to bed. Good grief, it's 1:30 am. I have to at least be able to fake alertness at work tomorrow.
I remember that! And your surgery tat!