First off, the exciting news. My show is cast and I got exactly who I wanted. YAY! I was so scared going into auditions and callbacks. To think--I am a director. Yikes.
Weekend wrapup. A little late.
Thursday night:
Found out that a delicacy of Ecuador is fried guinea pig thanks to Anna. Drank a lot and sang some.
Friday night:
Fucked up Lakeside. Got to do sound for the first time. Kept playing the same song over and over. Whoops. Found out that I'm definitely going to both OK Go and The Killers. Don't remember if i already posted on that. Don't remember if I found out on Friday. Anyway very exciting.
Made out in the bathroom of the cast party. Showed my appreciation to the orchestra by making out with the piano player. Showed my appreciation to Sara--well by making out with her too. Yelled at the Bitch for what, I can't remember. I was drunk. I went party hopping and bar hopping. That equals me drunk as a bitch. My roommate said that I yelled at a lot of people. Sorry for that. But I really don't remember what I yelled at the Bitch for. I think that it was probably well deserved. Always doing something to piss me off. Ditched me earlier in the night and was completely bitchy as normal. Had a great time otherwise. At least I think I did.
Saturday:
Met the guy that thinks he must be my twin. People have gone up to him on campus to say hello to me. I think that he does not really look like me. He has a type of my hair, but I pull it off better. At least in my defense, he was cute.
Saturday night:
Went to the Women and Gender Studies party at my bosses house. Got a tour and felt nice. Like she actually liked me. Love that. Started the MAKEOUT PARTY. The Jankie kids brought the idea and I got to execute it. Pseudo makeout with a professor. I don't care if it was just a little kiss with a little tongue. It counts in my book because it was a professor (unless you are reading this and care in which case it so doesn't count). But it was lovely. Ended up going to the next party and playing a rousing game of Spin The Bottle. Always love making out. I bring the sexy to the party.
Next party involved me giving a birthday makeout and finding out that there was talk of my junk. I say junk in reference to me wearing boxer briefs and a t-shirt to the cast party. Evidently, people noticed my "bulge" and were talking about it. One boy even sought me out just to see what everyone was talking about. He was the one that told me about everyone talking about it. I think I might have embarrassed him a little with my reaction. Oh really. It was cute.
Went to Hy-Vee with Rachel and Sara and got some shit to fry in Rachel's Fry Daddy. Nothing like a long night of drinking to think that fried food sounds better than amazing. Hung out way past my bedtime.
Sunday night:
Auditions after a long day at the Java Co. Lasted forever and then we had to battle it out for callbacks. Drank a little. Vodka tonic of course.
Monday night:
Callbacks. So nervous. Got my people almost immediately. It was so easy that we had a drink.
In the middle of callbacks, my mother called. Let me preface this with the fact that my grandmother is not doing well and might die before the week is up. I answer during a callback because I am thinking the worst. "I called to see what you were doing." "I'm in the middle of callbacks. Is grandma ok?" "She's fine for now" "Well then I have to go. Now is not a good time." What is she doing calling me just to see what I'm doing. I will think the worst and answer in the middle of anything. I don't really care when she dies, but it affects what I'm doing for the rest of the week. Will post more about the death of my grandmother soon to explain to people why she does not even know who I am.
To all:
Reading my blog is acceptable. As long as you don't tell my mother or anyone who will tell my mother. That would be bad news.
Thank you and I love you for reading.