This has been a long week. Out of the seven days this week I worked at the bar for six. Last night was the crown that topped it all. So based on my mood I made some keen observations.
First and for most and most importantly: gogo dancers should not wear underwear from Target. Sorry about it. I don't care how cute you think your camo briefs are. . . they still got that label on the waste band. Just saying. You're only wearing a couple articles of clothing. . . spend more than $5 on it please. Thanks. I know you got all three pairs in one pack but really?
Another thing is sometimes I feel like Mrs. Lovett. Not anything about baking people into pies so fear not, but from one specific moment. Mainly I just feel like calling out. But the moment in act 2 when she finds Lucy and cries out about Lucy always plaguing her. Just people of my past keep creeping up when I try my best to put them behind me. Yet I find them in the basement when I think that everything is going so well. I don't really know how to put it. This happens with a couple people but last night was one specifically. Just when I do my best to forget he's brought up, posts on something, or shows up. Why must you always plague me. There's another as well. Things will go well, lots of great conversation, Oh, you're going to come see my show?! then nothing and when I'm done with it and over it- he texts me. Of course. You know? Maybe one day I will open that pie shop. We'll see. I do enjoy baking.
Luckily for me, a couple people were there that saved me from really falling in a dark place. The Armenian and Green Eyes were out. So when I needed just a moment I was able to get a reprieve. It was a busy night/week so I couldn't take too long. But thank you you two. Gold stars and +20 points.
If only today were over. Big plans for next weekend. I can't wait. It'll be quite a breath of fresh air.
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