…Best of 2010
1. A part of it all… [title of show] – it’s time, believe, dream… bitches!
2. A champion of the internets… A celebration of life and dorkiness, Hyperbole and a Half brings me, and thousands of others, great, great joy.
3. A purchase… Without a hint of irony here, this espresso machine may well be the best thing I’ve ever bought.
…Smile
1. Rumour has it… It’s 22 degrees today and word on Meteorology Street is Sydney’s in for an early and warm spring. I’ll hug the sun itself* if this is true.
2. The trouble with fun of being myself. Pretty much everything I do these days – from learning to working to socialising to interwebz – feels a little bit like a genuine celebration of unapologetic absurdity. It makes me feel warm and fuzzy to be a happy dork.
3. My peeps. Y’all make it worthwhile. Fo’ realz.
…Things I already miss from [title of show]
1. Ch-ch-check 1, 2. This was my favourite part of the night (show-schmo, audience-schmaudience!). Jess would give us a theme for our sound-check song choices, which was usually followed by: Blake’s soulful serenade, Lizzie’s kick-ass belt, Paul’s loungey croon, and Jay’s Christopher Walken. Yes, you read that correctly.
2. Part Of It All. Lizzie and I had lyric-literal routines for all three of the boys’ duets, which we’d perform backstage almost without exception.
3. Don’t go away, I’m needy! Normally I’m at least a little bit relieved when a show ends, even if it was a good one. Not this time. This time, I could have happily kept going till I was old enough to knit on the bus and truuuuuuuuuck! *sigh*
…Humble pie
1. Sydney Opera House. I called you a jerk when you are, in fact, awesome. I called you to task and you stepped up. I’m going to write you a nicey nice feedback letter of thanks. And maybe make you a mix-tape. You have two ears and a heart, right?
2. Time is never time at all. So I thought I’d be able to do all sorts of other things with my time before and during the run of [title of show]. In reality, outside theatre time, I’ve been able to eat, sleep and occasionally wash things.
3. Promises, promises. I pledged not to whinge about the cold this winter. Yeah, about that…
…Taser temptation
1. Driven to the edge. With some of the attitude I got in the US, I can understand someone being driven to do this.
2. Chestnuts roasting on an open fire. Aside from its clear social benefits, I’d like a taser so I could toast marshmallows anytime, anywhere. Just remind me not to use a metal skewer.
3. There’s nothing a taser won’t fix. Except maybe a broken contact lens.
