Random Photo Memories

Remember that one summer, when my hair was mysteriously turning blonde, and then I later found out that it was being bleached by a nasty face wash? And then remember how I got to meet Jim Brickman and hang out with him backstage because of the fact that we have a mutual good friend named Diane? And then remember how months later, I remembered to ask Diane for a copy of the pictures she took of me with him, and suddenly I remembered the awful blonde hair fiasco? UGH.

And then remember that one time how Stephanie took awesome engagement photos of Lauren and me, and Matt was our special guest for the shoot?

And then remember that one time that we took Nick to the Haunted Forest for his 16th birthday and I had glowing gum? And how Nick & Phil were a little scared?

How about the time that I took my awesome friend, Shane, to Little Shop of Horrors, and he loved it? And how he said he even loved it as much as High School Musical – which is a LOT for Shane.

Or when I FINALLY got to hold my new niece after a month of being busy/sick, and I naturally tried to see if I could eat her?

Or! Or! When David and I went spider-hunting and captured/killed one to protect our womenfolk?!

Remember how I used to make food all the time, and was really good at making sorbet? And how everyone who ever tried it loved it (except for when I tried making chocolate sorbet & lemon sorbet – stupid Martha Stewart)?

Do you remember how Amesily got married, and Julie, Heidi, Kyle, Chase, Janessa and I were the most fun people at the whole event?

Yep. I remember all those things, too.

My Big Book of Grievances

• Some guy in the cast of Joseph keeps flirting with Lauren and flat-out propositioning her. And he KNOWS that we’re dating. That’s sexual harassment, right? If she tells him to back off because she has a boyfriend, and he still does it, then I’m fully justified to threaten to punch him in the face the next time he does, right?
• I’m so sick and tired of the few divas in Joseph. I’m done with the show, and haven’t been there for a few days, and I’m STILL hearing horror stories about these people. UGH. I want to go up to them after closing night and say “If I have my way, you’ll never be cast in Utah again.” I told Danielle today that I actually wish I was mean enough to say that. I won’t, but I definitely won’t ever recommend working with them to anyone.
• Have I ever confessed on my blog that in addition to my secret desire to be a Mormon pop star, I also want to create a Mormon soap opera? Well, I do. And it’s going to be based around negative stereotypes. I hate, hate, HATE negative stereotypes. But what I hate more than negative stereotypes are people who live up to them.
• I got a HUGE bug bite on my leg last weekend, and within a day, it was infected. How the?! As I type, I’m sitting here with my leg dipped in a bucket of water and Epsom salt.
• This new episode of Ghost Hunters is kind of boring.
• I really can’t stand it when people lie to me. I REALLY can’t stand it when people lie to Lauren and her brothers.
• I’m sad that I may not see the final performance of Joseph and that I’ll never see this production of Joseph again. I’m SO proud of it. If I do make it tomorrow night, I’ll probably bawl through the entire show. Maybe I shouldn’t try to make it after all.
• I don’t like people who get on power trips, say things they shouldn’t, and then don’t apologize, even though they KNOW they were wrong.
• I’m so sick of people who don’t know the word “please.” I drill that into my students’ heads. I won’t even acknowledge them if they ask for something without saying it. They’re called “manners,” people. Look into them.
• Why was I born with the world’s worst skin? I’m dreading the fact that I need to shave to go to Amesily’s wedding tomorrow. I could be a slob and not do it, but after seeing how shlubby the guy next to me looked at the temple the first time I went through, I made a goal to ALWAYS be completely clean-shaven when I’m there. Blah. Curse you, Amesily, for getting married in the temple!!! If I’m all razor burned tomorrow, it’s your fault.
• I was starving after rehearsal tonight, so I stopped at Del Taco. It’s starting to grow on me. It’s also starting to spill on me. Stupid fish taco. This stain better come out.
• I’m halfway through season six of Buffy, and even though the thought of Buffy and Spike together intrigued me at first, it now disgusts me. Also, how come when the show moved to UPN, it got trashier? The love scenes between Buffy and Riley, Buffy and Angel, etc. never seemed as trashy as Spike and Buffy. *shudder*
• The Wiggles.
• Dear Megan Fox, please put on some clothes and learn how to act.
• Facebook and Twitter are both bugging the snot out of me lately. They’re way too slow.
• Usually, when I see American remakes of Asian horror movies, I prefer the original. The only time this wasn’t the case was with Ju-On/The Grudge. The biggest reason I disliked the original was the pacing and the subplots. I’m finally getting around to seeing The Grudge 2, and it’s starting out with the most annoying subplot from Ju-On. Ugh.
• I got in a full-on argument with someone about a month ago about the fact that Little Shop of Horrors was not pre-cast. He swore it was, and told me some of the people who had been pre-cast. When he found out that I was the music director and that I had just recently talked to the director about it, he backed off and said that maybe I was right. I found out that just before auditions last week, he was STILL telling people that it was pre-cast. Out of all the rumors I heard about pre-casting, only one person ended up being cast the way it was rumored. However, she was not pre-cast. she was treated just like everyone else who auditioned. A few days after auditions, people were whining on Players Anonymous about how the show was precast. Ugh. Grow up. You didn’t get a part. Move on.

I think that’s it for now. I’m thoroughly creeped out by The Grudge 2. I think I’m going to stop it and go watch Buffy until I fall asleep. I’ll finish it when I’m not so tired. God bless On Demand.

Situation Comedy

The script for The Monkey's Paw is REALLY old, and it's probably taken from a copy of a copy of a copy. The print is INCREDIBLY hard to read.

Since the script is now technically in the public domain, and it's actually royalty-free (meaning we can perform it as many times as we want and never have to pay a penny to the publisher), I don't feel bad about retyping it. Over the weekend, I've been doing just that. It's been a MASSIVE pain in the butt, because it's A) so hard to read, and B) so full of stage directions. I thought about cutting out all the stage directions, but I figure this script should benefit others at some point, so I left it intact.

Also, since the script is public domain, I have no qualms with rewriting portions of it. For instance, I added a new character, and I'm changing one character into a female.

Tonight, as I was finishing up the last few pages of the script, one of my favorite people, Sarah, logged into Facebook (which I always keep open in one window while I'm working on things). I started talking to her about how much her Valentine's blog sickened me (in a good way, I suppose) and then she was asking me what I planned to do when I graduate. Together, we brainstormed what I'm pretty sure is the greatest post-graduation plan possible. Coincidentally, it's an outline for the first season of our real-life sitcom. Here it is in treatment form:

After graduation, I'm not able to find a job. Sarah and her husband, Robbie, take pity on me and invite me to live with them in Chicago. It's a Mormon Three's Company, but with only one girl and two men. We start an improv theatre company below our apartment, and that opens us up to many comedic possibilities. Since I'm a theatre teacher in a place outside of Utah, I adapt some mannerisms like Corky St. Clair and Mr. G., and that opens us up to storylines involving mixups and an eternal love triangle between the three of us in the apartment.

Always the crazy sidekick, Trash Ball is there, too. Since our apartment is crowded as it is, Trash has to live on another floor. She also works in a McDonald's, where we all hang out, since we're Mormon and can't hang out at a coffee house or bar, like normal sitcom people.

During sweeps, many crazy things happen which culminate in a very special episode. First, Sarah develops a pill addiction due to her hours of prep for working with her hood-rat students. This causes her to start spending less time working in the theatre. I'm very upset over this, and she and I have a yelling match about where her priorities need to be. Robbie begins to feel the strain, and his eyes start to wander to one of the performers at our improv theatre, special guest star, Miley Cyrus (It's Miley!) in a sweeps arc. (She'll be 18 by then, I'm pretty sure, so Robbie won't be TOTALLY pervy.)

With their marriage in danger and stress levels at an all-time high, I call Trash in a panic when I discover a lump where I should NOT have lumps. Trash frantically leaves McDonald's to be with me, and gets in a near-fatal car accident. Luckily, the clinic where I'm having my lump checked happens to be in the hospital to which Trash is taken.

Meanwhile, back at the theatre, Robbie and Sarah have accidentally wandered onto the stage in the midst of a huge fight over Miley. A performance is going on, and so the other performers have to play along and make it part of the scene. It's a smash success, and makes for some of the funniest moments of the entire first season. Also, a famous talent scout happens to be in the audience, and sends a note to Miley that he wants her to set up an appointment to meet with him and possibly move to Hollywood to become a star.

I call Robbie and Sarah, and the two leave the theatre to be with us. However, tensions are still high, and Robbie storms out of the hospital, planning to leave Sarah for Miley. Trash has a MIRACULOUS recovery, and within days, she is back to work at McDonald's.

Just like a good comedic sidekick, Trash hatches a plan to get Robbie and Sarah back together. Miley goes to meet with her talent scout, who is actually me, in REALLY good prosthetics and with a ridiculous New York accent. Meanwhile, Trash calls Robbie and Sarah individually and tells them both that she's having Post Traumatic Stress while she's working at McDonald's. They rush to be there with her.

The real talent scout, special guest star Steve Martin, gets fed up waiting for Miley to show, and he gets on a plane and goes back to NYC. At a fake meeting location, I convince Miley that she is bound for stardom, but only if she ends her relationship with Robbie, due to the bad publicity. She texts him on the spot, dumping him. I then send her on her way, after telling her to move to NYC and that my agency will contact her when she's there.

Meanwhile, back at McDonald's, Robbie and Sarah find police tape on the door, and a note in Trash's handwriting that says the place is under quarantine. Knowing Trash is up to her normal tricks, they both go inside. Robbie receives Miley's break-up text at the same time that Sarah finds a booth with candles, flowers, and a tray of Egg McMuffins. The two of them find a note from Trash telling them to sit down and eat OR ELSE. The two begin talking and reminiscing, as Trash watches from the kitchen. Suddenly, I come bursting through the door with the news that that my lump wasn't cancerous. Realizing that life is too short, Robbie and Sarah reconcile. Trash is nowhere to be found.

Cut to the sidewalk in front of Miley's apartment. Miley has all of her luggage packed and ready to go to NYC. She starts to cross the street to get to the bus stop, when Trash Ball tears around the corner in her car, hitting Miley and most likely killing her.

Other ideas:

• Alf plays the doctor taking care of Trash
• Kristen Wiig plays the doctor who checks my lump
• Kelly Clarkson is the wise, romantic singer with a regular gig at McDonald's
• Bob Newhart has a recurring role as my biological grandfather who just HAPPENS to live in Chicago
• I find a bottle with a sexy genie in it
  
• Leonardo DiCaprio also moves into the apartment because he is one of Sarah's students with a rough home life
• Trash Ball is secretly a witch
  
• While on vacation in Hawaii, Robbie is waterskiing and jumps over a shark

Sidenote. After coming up with this outline, Sarah and I decided on an even better plan for my life. Drop out of school now, and start a sitcom-writing career together. We can dream, can't we?

By the way, did you notice that I started this blog out by making you think it was about one topic, when it turned out to be about something completely different? CLASSIC sitcom! HA!

Here's some (mostly) sitcom music for your enjoyment.

Completely Random

I'm sitting in the most boring class of all time. ALL TIME. We're doing group presentations, and there's only so much group presentation "goodness" that you can handle in three hours. So, here are some of the thoughts running through my head today.

I'm excited for the show tonight. The Varneys are all coming, as are the Labrums, the Hutchings, and Laura. Hmm. That makes Laura sound lonely. Poor woman. It's her own fault.

Yesterday, in Acting Styles, Laura and I were doing an exercise by either Stanislavski or Meisner. I can't remember which one. Anyway, you bring up some kind of personal issue, and you talk about it by saying "Yes, that's true" or "No, that's not" and then following it up with another statement. Laura, being the horndog that she is (did I mention she met President Monson last night and shook his hand?), started talking about my fantasies, and I said that the only fantasy I have right now involves whipped cream and Thanksgiving leftovers. Elfi was listening into our exercise, and she got so embarrassed that I thought she was going to choke. Her face was as red as the label on the Dr. Pepper that I'm drinking right now. It stayed that way for a couple minutes while Laura and I laughed.

I'm also using this boring time to search for sound effects for my design of Dancing at Lughnasa. It's for a class, so it's not an actual production, but I'm still having fun. It's a great challenge to design a show you hate and make yourself like it because of your design. I have a fun concept involving the radio of the show. It's similar to what I did with Canyon Suite, but to a further extreme.

I'm really excited for Chess, and even more excited that I'm not going to have any shows to stress about next semester other than Charlie Brown. I'm a little sad, because I wish I had something else, but I know that I'll be needing more time to work on lesson plans and stuff.

Power Points are fun, but let's not put EVERYTHING on them and then read verbatim.

I bound my score for Charlie Brown yesterday, and I like the cover I came up with for it. Even more, I like the fact that I made it in less than 10 minutes.

I'm really annoyed that these presentations are supposed to last about an hour, and the first group today took almost two, so this one is all stressed trying to get their presentation done in time.

*****

Class ended yesterday, and I didn't get to finish this post. But now, I'm in the oh-so-exciting "show and tell" day in Lighting and Sound Design class. We're all sharing sounds that we've found for Dancing at Lughnasa. It's boring. So, here are some more random thoughts.

As egotistical as it seems, I'm keeping track of some of the compliments I'm getting for A Christmas Carol. I justify this for two reasons. 1) Because if you follow my blog, you know how much I've needed it in the past. 2) Because I use the blog as my journal, and you know what? You probably write down nice things that people say about you in your journal. Don't deny it.

Last night, I bumped into Bobby Swenson at the theatre. He is the grandson of the original Hales. He's great. Anyway, I said hi to him and then was going to go and get ready, and then he told me that he really knows the show (he must have seen it every year of his life or something...) and he really likes my rendition of Fred. I told him thank you, and he told me again how much he like what I was doing with the part.

Also, last week, the assistant director/production manager/whatever they call him came up to me and said something to the effect of "You're a great music director, but I hope you don't stop acting." Wow. Suck on THAT, [director/producer who told me I needed to not act and focus on music directing]!!!

The other night, the guy who plays Bob Cratchit in the other cast was performing with us. He basically told me that his wife said she had never liked the opening scene with Fred and Scrooge until she saw me. Woohoo! I want to meet her so I can thank her.

Sometimes, all I need in my life is a good conversation with Julie and Trash Ball for a couple hours. They're fun.

Matt and Melinda are coming to the show tomorrow night. Last time I was in this show, they came to see it and Melinda ate corn beforehand. Melinda is allergic to corn and has major reactions to it. As a result, she was miserable and sick during the show, and they had to leave in the middle. Therefore, she is NOT allowed to eat corn tomorrow. No corn at all.

I had a ton of people at the show last night that came to see me. It was very nice. Happy fun time!

I think I'm going to Twelfth Night tonight. I'd rather have a night to just not do anything and relax. Oh, well. After next week, I can find a few nights here and there, I hope.

I'm SO done with school. D. O. N. E. Next week, I have song to perform in Musical Theatre ("My Freeze Ray" from Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog), a scene to perform in Acting Styles (An Ideal Husband), and a presentation in Content Area Reading and Writing. Then, the next week, I have finals which consist of performing 3 of the scenes I've done in Acting Styles, performing two of the songs I've done in Musical Theatre, and turning in my final sound design. Then, school is over. I'll actually be able to do some Christmas shopping and stuff.

This class is over, but I don't have time to publish this, so I'll come back later...

*****

Last time I edit before publishing, I swear...

Emily and I just got back from Twelfth Night. I wanted to like it so much more. I sure did love Katy and Sara, though.

I'm done with random thoughts for now, I think. I'm going to finish watching The Soup, play Mortal Kombat vs. DC Universe for a minute (have I mentioned how much I love that game?!), and then head to bed. I have a crazy day tomorrow full of rehearsals, meetings, and performances.

Goodnight!

(PS to Julie G. - I made a special tag for you. I hope you know that shows just how strong our friendship is. I just might add you to MY blogroll!)

A Love Letter

My dearest love,

This time of year always reminds me of you. It has been four years since we first met, and these four years have been the best of my life.

It seems that every year at this time, I am asked why I got married. The answer is simple. "Because I fell in love."

There is only one thing in this world that I love as much as Christmas, and that is you. I remember when we first met. It was at a dance. Fate brought us together, as you were not supposed to be there, but somehow were. Our eyes first met as we engaged in a jig, and I felt ridiculous. I was born with not only two left feet, but two left legs. I feel like a large beast while dancing, and yet you made me feel like I was dancing on air.

Remind me again, why we INSIST on having dancing when we host parties?

Here are some things that I love about you.

I love your cooking. Even though it isn't much in the way of taste, I love that you go to the effort of making it for me.

I love your generosity. Every year we spend so much money on gifts for other people that we never have enough leftover to buy gifts for each other. I wish we could buy fewer things every trip, though. Too often, I break my back carrying everything. I also love how you feel the need to buy something from every poor street vendor that we see, including the old, motherly woman who sells chestnuts or whatever.

I love the way you keep the house clean. Your cleaning skills rival that of any charwoman in all of London, and the best part is, I don't have to pay you!

I love many more things about you, but right now I must be going to visit Uncle Ebeneezer. Time for my annual invitation to dinner. Hopefully, I'll put him in the vein to give his poor clerk a bonus.

With all of my love and hopes for a Merry Christmas,
Fred

Textual Healing

Sometimes I get texts that either make me laugh really hard, get really angry, or just make me want to reach right out and hug the person who sent them to me. When this happens, I save them, and then when I'm bored, I'll go through and read them. I used to just save memorable texts on my phone, but when I replaced my phone last year, I lost some that I had been saving for as long as three years (including the one where a girl told me that she couldn't come to Bye Bye Birdie rehearsal because she was going to the ER to have a mole checked - after she went to the rodeo).

So, just to be safe, I'm saving some on my blog. Also, I'm posting some of the best responses I've gotten from ChaCha, since I've become addicted to it in the last couple weeks. Sidenote: there are other texts I have saved, but they're too personal to post on a blog. Or I've already done them in the course of a vent. :)


From Trash Ball, in response to my question of whether or not she'd be uncomfortable eating at Hooters: "As long as it won't be awkward for me, a girl, to ask the waitress for something like grilled chicken breast but hold the chicken"

From Trash again, this time in response to me teasing her that some guy was her boyfriend: "I'm keeping my options open. I mean, my tryst in Scotland has made me realize I can't just settle down, you know."

From an anonymous girl who I may or may not have dated recently: "I'm late. ( sorry."
(EEEK!)

From Dave Tinney, in response to my telling him that I had hopefully solved a problem: "That's why you are Jeremy Showgren."


And now.....CHACHA!

Me: Where do babies come from? Because my mom won't tell me.
ChaCha: Babies are made from sperm and egg cells, supplied by your father and mother. Then, a baby grows in the mother for 9 months

Me: Why did the chicken cross the road?
ChaCha: Chickens in the U.S. have recently been spotted crossing the road to find a cheaper gas station. Go figure.

Me: If I met Sarah Palin, would she be my new BFF?
ChaCha: ChaCha Crystal Ball says: Signs point to yes.

Me: What will the Great Pumpkin bring me this year?
ChaCha: Lots and lots of goodies! But only if you've been very good!

Me: Is Amanda Bakly secretly in love with me?
ChaCha: Is this person "accidentally" running into you in places where he or she knows you will be? If so, he or she may like you!

Me: If he buys me the lobster, do I have to put out?
ChaCha: You never have to put out, no matter what someone gives you or expects from you. It is a completely personal choice. ChaCha on!

Me: Who is Jeremy Showgren?
ChaCha: Jeremy D. Showgren works in theater. Since 2004 he has worked for Center Stage Youth Performers.

Me: How can I make Jodie Foster love me?
ChaCha: Jodie Foster is a lesbian, so your best bet is to be female. Besides that, she seems to like movie/tv producers.

Me: Is it wrong to fantasize about Michael Moore?
ChaCha: While Michael Moore may not be conventionally sexy, it's okay to fantasize about anything and everything! He's strong and smart!

Me: Would you still be my friend if I was a Scientologist?
ChaCha: Yes, we would have an instant relationship if you were a Scientologist.

(While sitting in the audience of Comedy Sportz, as the show was starting)
Me: What are some good ideas for an audience member to shout out at an improv show?
ChaCha: Anyone is free to shout out an improv show. You could suggest themes like bananas, hippies, or IBC Cream Soda!
(We used hippies, and it resulted in a sketch that got two players AND Mitch brown bagged.)

(Shortly after Mitch got brown bagged)
Me: Who is Mitch Hall?
ChaCha: Mitch Hall is a radical vegan, ecofeminist, nonviolent, anarchist writer and sociologist.

Me: Is it appropriate to sing along with an outdoor production of Sweeney Todd if I know all the words?
ChaCha: If you're not disturbing the people around you, sing your heart out!

I'm Carol!!!

As many of you should know, I auditioned for A Christmas Carol at the Hale Center Theater in Orem last week. I haven't been in a play (that I claim) since the last time I did CC in 2005. That was the year when I played Fred (the role I had always wanted) and my good friend Trash didn't get cast at all. We were really sad because we wanted to play husband and wife. Don't feel bad for Trash, though. She got a Batman trick-or-treat pail out of it. And she's a Trash Ball.

The next two years, I was so busy with school stuff (Nunsense, Tempest, Ha Wilderness, Canyon Suite) that I was unable to do the show again. It was nice the first year to have a Christmas without worrying about a show, but last year, Trash played Mrs. Fred again, and I was a teeny bit jealous.

Months ago, I decided that if there was any chance my schedule would allow it, I would audition this year. Since my work for Nosferatu is pretty much done, and the bulk of my work for Chess will be done soon, I figured it was a good time. So, I auditioned.

And may I just tell you that I ROCKED that audition? I was going to just sing "Unworthy of Your Love" from Assassins, because that's what I had just finished working on in musical theatre class. However, I didn't know who the pianist was going to be, and it is a little tricky to play. At 1 AM the morning of the audition, I changed to "When She Loved Me" from Toy Story 2, which is sung by a man in On the Record (and much better, I feel). I had a practice track, so I went through it a few times throughout the day.

My audition time was at the same time as my friend Heidi's, so we got there together and went in. The auditions were running an hour behind, so we got to sit in the crowded hallway and wait patiently for a long time. When I finally got in there, I found out it was a good pianist, so I didn't need to worry afterall. I went ahead and did "When She Loved Me" and focused on the words so much that I didn't act it quite as well as I would have liked. However, I felt REALLY good about it. Then I read Fred's monologue about profit from Christmas (which President Monson has quoted before) and it was easy, since I had it memorized 3 years ago.

After a night and morning that crept by, I got a phone call inviting me to callbacks the next night. Trash got called back, too, so we planned to go in together and show them how fun we are and how much chemistry we would have on stage. (I'm convinced that the reason I got the part in 2005 was because Crocky and I had so much fun together when we read.)

The callbacks were done completely randomly, and Trash and I never read together. We were totally bummed. I was also called back for Topper, so I had to read that as well. The women were excused, and those of us who were up for Fred stayed to read the scene where Fred tries to get Scrooge to come to dinner. I freaking rocked it. I know some people have a warped sense of how good they really are, but looking at my scene as a director, I was blown away. I was the ONLY guy there who had any levels and didn't just stay the same the whole scene. That was Friday night.

Saturday morning, some people were already finding out that they had been cast. I was bummed. Trash found out that afternoon that she was cast, but didn't know her part (although, we really suspected it was Mrs. Fred). By Saturday night, I still hadn't heard anything. I was a little bummed, but I still felt pretty good.

Sunday night, I got the call. Trash Ball and I were officially man and wife. So, we did the most natural step. We changed our Facebook status to show that we were hitched. Several people have congratulated me on the wedding, some have been offended that they weren't invited, and some have caught the joke.

In case you were wondering, here is a rundown of the actual wedding festivities.

Friday night, we prepared by going to Smith's and buying Coke and pumpkin-shaped sugar cookies with orange sprinkles. Then, the actual ceremony, or callbacks, happened.

Afterward, we spent a lovely wedding dinner at Mimi's Cafe with our good friend, Matt. Trash was a little cranky to be spending time with another man while we should have been honeymooning, and she snapped at Matt and scared the waitress at one point.

Saturday, we spent our honeymoon seeing a play, Dial 'M' for Murder at BYU. It wasn't very good. Some of the actors were downright great, but a couple were pretty bad. And the director was under the impression that it was a comedy, when in fact, it's a dark drama with a few little jokes here and there. It was supposedly film noir style, but nothing about it said film noir. And the music....EW. There was modern music with synth sounds mixed with old stuff that was accurate. Hated that part the most.

After the play, we were fortunate enough to spend our second night as man and wife at dinner with the Culps and their families. Have I ever mentioned how much I love the Culps? Well, I love them a whole lot. They're loads of fun.

Sunday, we went to our respective wards (at least Trash Ball BETTER have) and then I finished Nosferatu. Oh, and then that night we found out were were married.

Overall, it was a good weekend. If you would like to send Trash and me a wedding gift, let me know, and I'll give you my address. Otherwise, just plan to come and see Christmas Carol in a month and a half.

PS - If you get the title of this blog, you win five hundred dollars. And by "five hundred dollars", I mean the privilege of knowing that I think you're cool.