Dear God,
There will be words.
Love,
Priscilla
Ugh, I think we’re all better off pretending tonight never happened. We had to stage the show in the Lower Egyptian Wing, in which we have only practiced once, the lighting is painfully wretched, and only maybe the first two rows in the audience can see anything due to a lack of tiers to put the seats on. I think we all did remarkably well given the circumstances, but ugh, we were garbage in comparison to how we are outside.
But hey, what can you do? When life gives you lemons, you can only make an intolerably sour mess, because life didn’t give you water or sugar. Well, come to think of it, life gave us a lot of water, and that’s what our problem was, but yeah, the analogy is still sound. I can’t stand lemon water.
Anyway, hopefully the rain has exhausted itself and there won’t be any weather issues when my parents come to see it tomorrow and Sunday. Hear that, God? Hint hint.
