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Do yourself a musical favor. Listen to this and feel groovy about everyone and everything.

Today is an early 90’s Whitney kind of day.

I can’t even with this.

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On Dolly, Italy, and Things as Exciting as a Mafia Sting

I heard in an acting class once that plays are not written about that time you went to a restaurant. Rather they’re about that time you went to the restaurant, got an extremely bad case of explosive diarrhea, and while huddled in a dirty bathroom stall, overheard someone talk about how there’s going to be a mafia sting there that very night. So you have to finish up shitting and get the hell outta there.

They are written about the most dramatic/exciting/embarrassing moments in life. Long story short, exactly like this blog.

And right now, there are some EXCITING ASS THINGS GOING ON.

I’m right on the precipice of opening night for Hello Dolly. I don’t want to humblebrag, but on top of me having to take someone’s place two weeks to show time, our MALE LEAD dropped out with only five days to go until opening. If you’re coming to see it: not to fear. We have amazingly sassier, friendly, more Horace-y Vandergelder-y replacement. For a small theatre in Southwest Florida, it continually astounds me how professional and ridiculously talented so many of these people are. This show is going to be the shit.

And I got an email from the Italian program I worked with last summer inviting me to join them again, but also to be a RED SHIRT.*

*Red Shirt [red shurt] noun:1) a returning English tutor who helps with orientation and mentoring new tutors 2) gets to have an amazeballs time with awesome people for a month on the Italian Riviera. Another Italian summer, another sweaty, magical, and hilarious 3 months where JL re-discovers her hot and heavy love affair with pasta.

BE HERE ALREADY MARCH APRIL MAY!