Maybe it’s me missing soccer too much at Bellmont, but man, these things are intense. That game this afternoon with Mexico and Brazil? I was on the edge of my seat the whole time! It kinda sucks that the score came out a neutral zero on both sides, but that’s okay. It’ll make the next head to head challenge even better with the stakes so high.
It’s a good release, too, when I need a break from all the work and rehearsal we’re enduring. Those costumes for Les Mis are kinda heavy material wise, too — in this summer heat, I can’t imagine it’s good for me to walk around in layers of crushed velvet. It’ll be worth it when the show goes up, though. That’s for sure.
Happy 41st Birthday Neil Patrick Harris! (15.06.1973)
You now have my full attention, Mr. Anderson. Something tells me that you get them cool moves like Jagger, when you get a little Tequila. Am I right?
I love you for saying that, if you didn’t already know. Because I’m seriously tired of people that don’t tip because they think their dinner was too pricey. Not that I like expect tips or anything. This job was voluntarily after all, but still.. Really? It would be pretty shitty if he didn’t find time to come by and see you, so I’ll look forward to meet him. And don’t worry, you’ll always be my favorite Anderson.
That is the complete opposite of what happens, actually. You’re giving my drunken self way too much credit.
Well! I love you, too. And, coming from a particularly wealthy family, I know how crazy these uptight country clubbers can be. You should always tip your waitress or waiter, regardless of the meal you had. It’s a common courtesy. He’s a.. busy person, it wouldn’t be too out of the ordinary for him to skip out on something like this. Thank you or the vote of confidence, though. You’ll always be my favorite Harper.
But a twisted ankle still sort of sucks. At least it’s only a “grade one” according to the doctor and it should be healed within a week or two.
Oh, no. Are you okay, Quinn? I guess I should be keeping a better eye on my scene partner during dance rehearsals. Do you need anything? An icy hot patch, or even someone to use as a human crutch?
I love it, of course, but I barely have time to even enjoy my Netflix now and that’s just cruel. But it’ll all be worth it in the end and I know all of you guys are feeling it just like I am. How is everyone?
No time for Netflix? Say it ain’t so! I’ve been trying to watch the new season of Orange Is The New Black in my spare time, but it’s harder than I thought it would be. Especially since I just wanna sit down and watch it all in one go.
I’m good, though, all work and rehearsal related things aside. How about you, Lady?
Hugh is quite talented, yes, but he isn’t as Broadway-bred as NPH. Not to mention that his performance for Hedwig was phenomenal! Consider me elated by his triumphant return to the stage.
Agreed. Though, you have to give Hugh props for what he did in The Boy From Oz. Those gold pants aren’t for the faint of heart. Exacty! Neil absolutely crushed it, and I was admittedly dancing around my room like a little girl when he nabbed the Tony.
I don’t know why or how, really, but I think it’s a fate I’ll have to accept at this point. Especially since raiding my room for anything that resembled a contact lens came up empty handed.
My glasses aren’t too bad, though, and they certainly get the job done. They just kinda make me look a little goofy, that’s all. And I don’t need help looking goofy when I’m standing next to the tallest guy at the resort every day, all right?
The good news is that tomorrow brings us another weekend! Which is perfect, really, seeing as I could use a day to sleep in and enjoy my bed for more than six hours.
oh my goodness
Tequila is the best and worst all at once, really. And I’ll definitely make you take shots with me!
Thank you! That was what I tried telling them after they’d made me go back to the kitchen for the third time. Exactly, I mean you should really not sit down and order or eat at this place, unless you walk around with gold bars in your pockets. He sounds.. a little troubled, no offense.
All you really need is to get two in me, and I’m done for the night. I’m beginning to notice that I’m a terrible lightweight.
Exactly! And complaining to your waitress won’t chance the fact that you ordered a twenty-five dollar steak. They don’t make the prices, you know? I — yeah. He’s a very.. passionate person. There’s a chance you’ll get to meet him when Les Mis goes up, assuming he’s not too busy to see his baby brother in a community theater production, that is.