Sometimes I do strange things
November 26, 2010Performance has somehow always managed to find it’s way into my life. .. Can I tell you why? ………………… Not really. It’s just something that I’ve always done. (It may or may not have something to do with my father forcing me to do an interpretive dance as Mary, mother of Christ, in front of a large congregation at a Protestant Church when I was 6…. but let’s not dwell on that…mmkay? Moving on….)
Over the years, I’ve probably been in around 40 shows. It kept me out of trouble. Well… actually, it didn’t, but wouldn’t that have been nice? :) Anyway, today I was thinking about some of those productions and how much I apparently didn’t care enough to document them as profound moments in my life. I never tried to take pictures or keep souvenirs or anything of the sort. I just wasn’t thinking. Not thinking with my head is probably one of my greatest faults. (FYI: Going through life trying to think with your left knee NEVER EVER EVER works……ever ever never ever…..works. *ahem*)
… I only have these few pictures to remember them by….
That would be me on the far left looking evil and crazy.
Again on the left, as a monotone stone lion. Unfortunately no one knew what this show was about…including us, the actors…
As a robot.. Secret secret, I got a secret.. name that song…anyone?…. really? … DANG IT!
As an old bat with an attitude..
As Billie, Queen of the South Side…
Yeah…. I’m the gorilla…shut up.
Still a gorilla, but without the head this time.
……. yyyeeeppp..
Far left…again.
aaaand AGAIN. The only thing I remember from this scene would be making jokes about “loose stools.” .. ya know..cause they were loose!
I don’t even know what to say about this one…
Okay… I’m tired of looking for pictures now… and after looking through so many, I’m starting to think maybe I should’ve just gotten a job all those years ago instead..
Moral of the story: Don’t make your children do interpretive dances about the passion of Christ unless you want them to end up like me. THE END.
