When The Showing Gets Rough
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thepnutgalleryWoke up hungover, hadn't heard from the lady who was supposed to pick up the cat tree. I sent an email and a text...didn't hear back, but then she showed up, right on time! And even paid over asking price for it, which is stellar. Warren texted that he'd thrown up from drinking for the first time, but Glenn had held his hair.
I decided my own hair was getting a bit too hobo for the show, so I trimmed it, and then decided to trim my chest fur as well. I must have blacked out for a split second, because I buzzed a stripe into my torso and only then noticed I'd taken the guard off the clippers.
Made my way down to the theatre, couldn't find any parking anywhere near it so finally just parked inside. Tech rehearsal was a *mess.* Even people who really knew their stuff were messing up, which left the people who didn't even more fucked. My only real concern for myself was the flags in "I Wanna Dance With Somebody." I'm a Big Boy, so instead of going to dinner with everyone else on the break, I walked down to Ralph's, bought myself some tofurky slices and wine coolers, and studied the flag and other pieces for all they were worth.
Jay texted me that he and Paul were front row, as did a guy I'd recently fucked, and my strategy largely paid off. I still felt like a marshmallow, but less of one than I had for the dress rehearsal, and the only fuckup I made was in "I'm Every Woman." Jenna made exactly the same mistake, so it looked like a canon instead of a fuckup. GO US.
The mark of a good show for me is whether random strangers come and tell me about it after. Given my feeling - like a marshmallow - and my hangover, I wasn't expecting anyone, but I did go outside to thank Jay and Paul for attending. I never found them, but while I looked, some people who I would later find out were Sherril's friends ran up to me and started gushing about my performance.
Warren messaged that he was having a hard time moving, and a hard time adjusting to what the move would mean. His job is 7-4 in Sorrento Valley, his Uncles live in National City, so it's a fuck of a commute. He's not out to them, so he can't host tricks at his place and we can't fuck at my place because he's too allergic to Lady Miss Friday.
I decided my own hair was getting a bit too hobo for the show, so I trimmed it, and then decided to trim my chest fur as well. I must have blacked out for a split second, because I buzzed a stripe into my torso and only then noticed I'd taken the guard off the clippers.
Made my way down to the theatre, couldn't find any parking anywhere near it so finally just parked inside. Tech rehearsal was a *mess.* Even people who really knew their stuff were messing up, which left the people who didn't even more fucked. My only real concern for myself was the flags in "I Wanna Dance With Somebody." I'm a Big Boy, so instead of going to dinner with everyone else on the break, I walked down to Ralph's, bought myself some tofurky slices and wine coolers, and studied the flag and other pieces for all they were worth.
Jay texted me that he and Paul were front row, as did a guy I'd recently fucked, and my strategy largely paid off. I still felt like a marshmallow, but less of one than I had for the dress rehearsal, and the only fuckup I made was in "I'm Every Woman." Jenna made exactly the same mistake, so it looked like a canon instead of a fuckup. GO US.
The mark of a good show for me is whether random strangers come and tell me about it after. Given my feeling - like a marshmallow - and my hangover, I wasn't expecting anyone, but I did go outside to thank Jay and Paul for attending. I never found them, but while I looked, some people who I would later find out were Sherril's friends ran up to me and started gushing about my performance.
Warren messaged that he was having a hard time moving, and a hard time adjusting to what the move would mean. His job is 7-4 in Sorrento Valley, his Uncles live in National City, so it's a fuck of a commute. He's not out to them, so he can't host tricks at his place and we can't fuck at my place because he's too allergic to Lady Miss Friday.
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