Musical...philosophical???
YEAH all right, all right....I'm terrible at keeping to my promise when I say: "I'm back blogging...and this time I mean it!"
I'm never promising again! What I can promise is that I'll do my best to supply at least one semi-decent blog 52 times this year. Holy moly I'm behind. But don't you worry your pretty little heads (actually, I can't speak for everyone, chances are, you don't all have a pretty head) I'll come through in epic style by the end of the year...as epic as when Stephen Bradbury came through for Australia at the 2002 winter olympics. That analogy will never get old.
My excuse is, and it's a terrible excuse, I've been a little bit busy - dashing between work, home, dance classes, and musical practice.
I whinge and moan about being a bit sleepy as I trudge into work right before / on start time. I've been awake since 7am and my colleagues with children have been awake since 5am and only went to bed at 3am. I have nothing to complain about....
So, despite my epiphany above re. how I don't really have it bad, I'll still begin the main part of my blog with, "gees I was tired yesterday".
And when I'm tired...I get silly.
I was at rehearsal and it was close to 9.30pm. I was watching the props team shift a massive piece of set / backdrop (I'm not really familiar with what the technical names are) across the stage and I said to a fellow cast member, "Do you reckon it would be like steering an Aldi trolley?"
(Not that I've ever used an Aldi trolley as I can never be arsed paying the gold coin, even though I know I'll get it back at the end of the Aldi circuit. So instead, I choose to buy a bag every time and fill it up so manically at the check out because I don't want to keep the people behind me waiting, and I don't want to take my items to the packing shelves where everyone stands with their boxes and trolleys and seems to be there for days.)
Anyway, my fellow cast member said,"You wouldn't want to get in the way of one (the piece of set), they're pretty heavy and with two men pushing it, it could hit you at pace."
Now what I meant to say was,"Wouldn't it be hilarious if someone put WD40 on the wheels and didn't tell the person who was pushing it?" Hilarious? Yes. A work place health and safety person's dream? No.
But what I did say was, "Yeah, and wouldn't it be hilarious if someone put Glen 20 on the wheels...."
Ah man. I tried to correct myself and said, "Not 'Glen20', 'Four 'N Twenty'...."
Ahh dammit. "WD-40!!!!" I got there in the end.
Constant giggling fits lasted for the majority of the night, mostly at times when there wasn't anything particularly funny.
Maybe I really should have laid down and had a nap during my down time.
Or maybe I just needed a pie.
The end. See you next week, I promise.
I'm never promising again! What I can promise is that I'll do my best to supply at least one semi-decent blog 52 times this year. Holy moly I'm behind. But don't you worry your pretty little heads (actually, I can't speak for everyone, chances are, you don't all have a pretty head) I'll come through in epic style by the end of the year...as epic as when Stephen Bradbury came through for Australia at the 2002 winter olympics. That analogy will never get old.
My excuse is, and it's a terrible excuse, I've been a little bit busy - dashing between work, home, dance classes, and musical practice.
I whinge and moan about being a bit sleepy as I trudge into work right before / on start time. I've been awake since 7am and my colleagues with children have been awake since 5am and only went to bed at 3am. I have nothing to complain about....
So, despite my epiphany above re. how I don't really have it bad, I'll still begin the main part of my blog with, "gees I was tired yesterday".
And when I'm tired...I get silly.
I was at rehearsal and it was close to 9.30pm. I was watching the props team shift a massive piece of set / backdrop (I'm not really familiar with what the technical names are) across the stage and I said to a fellow cast member, "Do you reckon it would be like steering an Aldi trolley?"
(Not that I've ever used an Aldi trolley as I can never be arsed paying the gold coin, even though I know I'll get it back at the end of the Aldi circuit. So instead, I choose to buy a bag every time and fill it up so manically at the check out because I don't want to keep the people behind me waiting, and I don't want to take my items to the packing shelves where everyone stands with their boxes and trolleys and seems to be there for days.)
Anyway, my fellow cast member said,"You wouldn't want to get in the way of one (the piece of set), they're pretty heavy and with two men pushing it, it could hit you at pace."
Now what I meant to say was,"Wouldn't it be hilarious if someone put WD40 on the wheels and didn't tell the person who was pushing it?" Hilarious? Yes. A work place health and safety person's dream? No.
But what I did say was, "Yeah, and wouldn't it be hilarious if someone put Glen 20 on the wheels...."
Ah man. I tried to correct myself and said, "Not 'Glen20', 'Four 'N Twenty'...."
Ahh dammit. "WD-40!!!!" I got there in the end.
Constant giggling fits lasted for the majority of the night, mostly at times when there wasn't anything particularly funny.
Maybe I really should have laid down and had a nap during my down time.
Or maybe I just needed a pie.
The end. See you next week, I promise.
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