Chin Up, Boobs out, It's SHOWTIME!!

Hey all! I haven't written in a bit, because I've been so wrapped up with showcase rehearsals. Not that you care about my sorry excuses, but there it is anyways. All I've done these past two weeks is eat, sleep, and breathe the showcase. (Not as nutritious as you'd think.) As a result, I'm a nervous wreck.

My dad is in town for the showcase and is staying at my apartment with me. It's crowded, but it gives me the opportunity for hilarity to ensue. Best story segway ever, huh? Being the sweet and wonderful daughter that I am, I let my dad have my bed and I took the sleeping bag. He refused at first, but I insisted til he gave in. When I woke up this morning, I saw him lying on the floor on the wadded up, deflated bed. I felt terrible, assuming that it had popped sometime during the night. When I asked him what happened, this is the story he told me. First, remember that my bed is messed up and misshapen from use. Well, at some point in the night, he woke up to the bed moving and making some weird noise. He said he could feel it start to change shape, and when he tried to get off, without warning, the bed's core popped turning it into a giant excercise ball. When this happened, it shot him headfirst between the wall and radiator, his legs flailing helplessly in the air as he balanced on his head and hands. Thank God the radiator was not hot at the time. As he tells it, he was screaming for my help, but all I did was sit up, say ok, and go back to sleep. I have no recollection of this. When he was finally able to roll himself out, he went to the kitchen, retrieved the butcher knife and sliced it open. He then held it open, so it could release it's last pocket of air and then went back to sleep on the floor. When he told me this story, I laughed so hard, I really thought I was going to hurt myself. I am laughing as I am typing this, and he is glaring at me for laughing at his pain. We went to Jewel and bought water floaties to sleep on for the next few days. Good times.

I know I shouldn't be worried about the show. We have great sketches and songs, and we all know our stuff very well. Even the first tech went fabulously yesterday, except for one small glitch. During one of our songs, we sing through the chorus twice and then run out into the audience to get them to sing along. Well, I got excited, sang through the chorus and ran out into the audience. When I turned around I saw the cast all onstage doing the choreography together and looking at me strangely. I had jumped offstage a chorus early. I looked pretty awesome, and by "awesome" I mean "a moron." That will not happen tonight. Dear God, I hope not.

I have to leave for the showcase in an hour now. I'm surprised I can type this well, seeing as I am shaking almost convulsively out of a mixture of nerves, energy, excitement, and the Athenian salad I had for lunch. I can't believe that it has all come down to this. This is the culmination of all I have learned and worked for. Well, I guess it's like Debbie Reynolds says, "Chin up, boobs out, it's SHOWTIME!"