Break a Leg

Editor's note: Jennifer is talking about the best weekend ever -- which I will write about next week so as to not ruin Monday's awesome conversation.

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Happy Jenday, everybody!  Wooo!

 Just remember: ...oh dang, I had something worth remembering then I forgot what it was.  Sweet irony!

Anyway, it's been a busy week.  I put together some bits of a few more songs, got my rogue up to 21 despite not getting to play WoW at all all weekend.  And boy, lemme tell ya: it was one HELL of a weekend...

Warning: Non-Spoiler Alert

I'll be the first to admit that I don't get enough excersize.  I'd say I don't get out enough, but I'm out all the time.  And by "out" I mean out of the comfort of my room.  This time is, given, largely spent at work, which doesn't really count as "out", but it's a huge portion of my day that I could be drinking, so I consider that "out".  But as far as excersize, I'll do a couple 16z-curls and call it a day.

Anyway, Saturday, Pirate Captain Scott and I had planned to work on our tent poles.  Let the almost gayness begin.  We have both recently aquired period-style tents, i.e. tents made to look like they are from another period of time, not part of some woman's monthly cycle.  You ever see Glory with Matthew Broderick?  (Ok, who thought I was going to say "glory-hole?) You know those wedge-looking tents (huh-huh, he said "wedge")the soldiers stayed in?  That's what my tent looks like.  For support it uses two wooden 2"x2"s and 2"x4" cross beam.  I also ordered an 8'x12' awning so that I can bring my own shade with me whenever I go camping back in the 1600's.  Which is actually quite frequently, so I'm getting my money's worth.  All in all  that's about 13 big sticks that some guy back east picked up from the lumber yard, gave them a once-over with a router, and packed and shipped them to me.  Therefore, there were a lot of rough edges that needed to be sanded away and then the things had to be coated with sealant to protect against incremental weather and handling abuse...doesn't this sound as dirty to anyone else as it does to me?

By the way, dictionary.com's word of the day yesterday was "gimcrack: tastelessly showy, gaudy".  I only mention this because I had to look up "incremental" just to make sure I was using it right.  Also, it sort of describes my writing style.

 Anyway, this process took a good 7 hours, because not only were we staining my poles (ha ha) but we were doing Scott's poles as well, and he ordered a huge...pavilion tent.  But he needs the space because he's married.  The most time a girl will spend in my tent is a few hours a night (wink wink).

 After we had polished our poles to our satisfaction, it was time for me to head out and meet with the rest of the boys from Break a Leg to go over the script for the shoot on Sunday and work out some choreography.  That's right: choreography.

It is at this point I will leave the gap in my story telling because I leave that right to Yuri, since this is his show and I don't want to embarrass him by telling it better than he does.  Let's just say: after this past weekend my right arm is extremely sore...and I'm left handed. 

 And now: more EvsG