I like Sondheim, ukuleles, and moderate amounts of glitter.

My brain is so fried I somehow ended up at the Plaza thinking we were focusing lights today. Now I’m getting rude stares from uppity white girls at Starbucks because I’ve got my wrench and focus gloves hanging out of my pocket.

SD got angry and lectured me because the SM forgot to call a cue and I didn’t have a script with cues written down to catch it.

"I don’t want a repeat of summer!" he said.
“But I had a very detailed script then….”

I really ought to shut up when I I’m being sternly talked to.