An apology is necessary for not blogging for the past week.
And I must also apologize for my spazziness in this video.
It's been a long long long week...
This performance came so fast this year, and I still can't believe that it's already over. Another "first" to add to the list of "lasts". This weekend made me realize how much I'm going to miss this company, this family, that I've growing up with and grew to love.
And here's a very belated check-off list. I'll make it extra long just for all of you...
-Teach me how to dougie. Seriously. I don't know how to.
-There is something about parking lots that just makes me feel so liberated...
-My boyfriend and I text in military lingo ("Roger that!", "do you copy?", ETA 1037, etc). Don't judge.
-Hump circles are the new squares.
-Skippy is a creep. But we love him.
-NASCAR racers got nothing on my quick change crew. They kick ass.
-Peeling a grape is a lot easier than you think. Actually, you do it everyday.
-My best friends and I tend to talk about boobs. Ours in particular.
-I love Barnes + Noble. The people that work there don't judge you! I know this because...
-I went to B+N and excitedly asked for books about octopi, and this kind lady escorted me to the kids' section to show me all the octopus books available. Thank you, Barnes + Noble.
-Remember when my boyfriend called me while I was backstage in the middle of a show to tell me that he was outside the back stagedoor with lunch? Remember when that lunch consisted of a pesto-tomato ciabatta sandwich + hot peach tea? I do.
-It's finally starting to get chilly and feeling like fall outside. I love it.
-Plank Friday has been postponed until next week.
-Taco Bell needs to stay open later.
-Vegetable chips can be a satisfying dinner.
-Remember when I got in trouble for making John pretend he was a pirate? I do.
-Tai's Custom Florists makes the best bouquets ever.
-I still can't get over how awesome a salsa bar is.
-I like awkward people.
-I hate paying for parking.
-I love re-reading The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera.
-I hate Physics.
-I hate feeling so tired and having to leave the theatre.
-I love you <3