mom asked dad where he wanted to go for his birthday dinner, and he said “i’m not telling.” so we’re all showing up at their house at 6:30 and we’re going someplace that only dad knows about.
only dad would host his OWN surprise party.
my arm now feels fine as long as i don’t move it. typing is actually not so great for it, so i’ll stop here in a minute.
last night we rehearsed “hand me down that can of beans” yet again, and we sound darn good. well, actually, i couldn’t really hear the women singing, but there aren’t very many of us. but the men sound good.
and then i had to stick around for a few more minutes because i have a few lines in the middle of a song that the men sing. and you can tell they’ve been practicing, and they sound great. i’m working on my french accent.
thursday night we’re going to learn a can-can number. the choreographer, who is very cute and friendly, wanted to know what kind of dance background all of us women had. the high school girl who has never appeared in a play before said she had six months of ballet, i believe when she was little. i said i’d been in some dance shows a while ago.
i didn’t feel like explaining to him about my marvelous and intricate ballet work in “you can’t take it with you.” i figure that if he didn’t see it, there wouldn’t be words to adequately describe how majestic and riveting, plus moving and very graceful, my dancing was. i didn’t want to make him nervous. he’ll just have to find out what a great dancer i am by seeing me in action, a blur of finesse and shimmery elegance.
my friend kate, who is the assistant director, hasn’t been at rehearsals yet, because they’re just singing and dancing (i assume that’s what they’ve been doing, anyway). but next week we’re going to do more stuff, i hear, and so maybe we’ll both be there, which will be a good time.
andy, who plays my love interest in the show except we’re only together onstage for about three minutes, tops, said that they did some bottle-tossing last week. sounds slightly dangerous, and i’m relieved that i don’t have to take part in any tossing, or more importantly, catching, of bottles.
although now that i’ve WON a triathlon, of course i’m sure i’d suddenly have the ability to catch something hurled at me, without ducking/flinching/yelping.
that is all for now. please wish Dad a happy birthday if you see him out and about.
ok then,
grace who has already gotten through one entire day of the week.