I love Christmas. I love it. Love. It. We leave for Disney World two weeks from today, and, not only will the parks be decorated for Christmas, but we're attending Mickey's Very Merry Christmas Party, so it will be an orgy of festivity combining two of my favorite things. I'm doing the thing where I try to not get too excited because I'll make myself sick from anxiety over whether or not I've planned enough. Now there's four people other than my husband to keep entertained, but, they're pretty prepped to be made happy by our trip without my having to do a thing. Not that I won't try to do lots of things. Lots, and lots and lots of fun things. Not excited. Not at all. I really should go to bed. Can't sleep. Too excited.
Friday, November 16, 2007
Busy, busy, busy like an average heighted bee.
Rehearsal on Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Friday from 2-9 or 10 pm, after having worked from 9-2. We open tomorrow and I think it will be fantastic. I have a mirrored robe that glints like a liturgical disco ball and I'm wearing so much makeup that passing drag queens shake their heads and spit into their hankies so they can wipe my face. We all look vaguely "We Three Kings," which I suppose is appropriate as the season approacheth so quickly. Fa la la and all that.