There are quite a few things I've learned from UFOC Summer of 08. . . but I'm pretty sure that not many of them have to do with Opera.
Peacock feathers shouldn't be mailed in a poster tube. They come out looking like a more colorful version of "Flock of Seagulls." Birds scare me and yet I've just mentioned two.
If my postage options are old man and chair OR hornet and goat and the decision plagues me for more than one minute, my time is not well spent. The ONLY person who'll notice is me And to make matters worse the damned pearl is going to fall off anyway.
Even if I lock the puppies in the pink room in the basement to try to sleep past 6 am, I wake at 6:01. The deamons inside, it seems, are louder than deamon dogs.
Stepping into a show at the last minute requires the following actions in order: outright refusal….crying…too many people crammed into a piano room for embarrassed singing…kingly kindness…more crying…guilt trips…disapproval from fellow cast members….tears….acceptance. And MUCH further down the line…faint applause.
As has always been the case with me, "I will wear my heart upon my sleeve for daws to peck at." But understand, dear sirs, that leaving it there may cause you to grieve just as much as I.
I can no longer go to Pines parties. The things that used to draw me there have been poured out or poured upon and this pirate is no longer prepared to don patch, toga, or prom dress without feeling like she's taken a step down. High and Mighty? Nah. Just old.
Tricky things get sticky when I'm suddenly the boss. My stolen ruse of smearing the office with pitch may have worked brilliantly if I weren't the one to have gotten stuck.
Choosing to wear a white wedding dress comes as a surprise to some of my less than doting admirers.
Painting a bathroom yellow is a bad idea that should have registered long before the paint dried. Painting it blue makes me want fishes on the wall and, surprisingly, I've matured past the age of four. Painting it any other color has yet to cross my cluttered mind.
Keeping your friends close and your enemies closer is a flawed idea. Why would I want my enemies closer when the problem is wanting my friends?
One can never have too many spice racks.
Running a season, planning a wedding, buying and fixing a house all at the same time may SOUND like a fun summer but what I wouldn't give for a few days off.
The few in this world who love me keep the earth on its axis and me on mine.
"Though this be madness, yet there is method in it."
