Paul checked the theatre on his way home. I didn't get cast. He brought home wine and ice cream, so that I might have my choice of sorrow-drowners. He's a good man, that Paul.
It's a bummer, but I'm so glad I went. My singing can be improved, and my dancing revived. I just need to actively work on them. And even if I never, ever get cast in a musical in my life, I'm bloody thankful to have two strong legs, an able voice and the chutzpah to try.
Cheers, folks :) *clink!*
I'm off (like a bat outta hell) to make meat loaf.
Oh, and this is entirely too funny, if you like/are comfortable reading Chaucer:
http://houseoffame.blogspot.com/2006/08/serpentes-on-shippe-spoylerez.html (thanks, MenT!)
PS-- It looks like the ants are gone!