Final Stretch

Running with all her might----she sprints around the last corner of the dusty diamond before squaring home----her strides get longer as beads of sweat fall from her forehead and then her chin, home plate now clearly in her sight.----as she barrels in closer, she's tripped by a dirty mop and a monster-pile of unwashed clothes.----the clothes rise up to blockade her way, and other cleaning supplies surround her as she desperately searches for a way out.----she knows there's no escaping them, and blasts them with her barrel gun made of Tide and 409-bleach----they retreat in disarray, slinking off as she picks up her pace again----she's almost.. there.. and can see the finish........

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I've been offered a spot to return to Canterbury next summer.

Which is awfully nice of them. I may have to weigh out my other options and see what happens, but I'll keep Michigan City in mind when I'm thinking of where to go next. The pay isn't great, and the work days are LONG, but the shows are worth all the effort.

Here's a shot from last night before Bell Book & Candle.

Queenie's been fun. She's the extreme version of me that doesn't care for the opinions of others.

I have a bit in the script that talks about how "I don't think I would've ever become a witch if my parents had let me go on the stage." That's given me free-reign to make my bow "unique" at the end.

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I had a heart to heart with our music director of last night. She said I'd intimidated her the first week here because I was able to pick up on things so quickly (which is funny, since she intimidated me). She said she'd assigned me the part I did in BA because of it.

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In other news, my Irishmen left the other day. They've gone back to Tipperary, but didn't leave McGinnis's without a big finish. Paul played the bodhran with his hand (ouch) and the four of them sang a bit--I couldn't get the video to download off my phone, but here's a similar rendition to one of em:

I could only stand about half (...okay not even half) of what they were saying. So don't feel bad if you can't either.