"Maxine, you're bigger than life, and twice as unnatural."

All right boys in Black and Gold.
Let's make sure that this weekend's game is a lot less stressful than the one in DC last week.
Yikes.

I was watching the game at my good friend Marshall's house when the tides began turning into a very bad direction.
I was so frustrated and angry that I silently removed myself from the living room, and went back into the bedroom where I curled into the fetal position and concentrated with all my might.

I could hear the guys' reactions to everything that was happening in the closing minutes of the game, and being the superstitious human that I am, I refused to move until the team had safely secured an overtime chance.

Slowly, as the game started shifting back in to Brees' oh so capable hands, I tip-toed out into the doorway of the living room.
I successfully got to watch most of the overtime before the boys saw me and started yelling for me to get back into bed before we did something stupid like miss a game winning field goal.
But I didn't, and they didn't, and the glorious streak of perfection was upheld for one more week.

It's a beautiful thing.

Onto a more theatrically inclined post...
I killed at my auditions last week! And I truly never think that I'm anything close to good at most auditions.
Nor, do I ever really think I deserve big roles, but, I wanted this role! And I know I can do it, and do it well.
My only problem is that on stage I look about 19...with the right costumes I can pass for my actual age, maybe late 20s...but c'mon, I've made a career out of highschoolers and toddlers!
So I was very nervous about the looking "age appropriate" factor.
But, I hear make-up can do wonders these days!

So, needless to say.
I am very happy to get to be in The Night of the Iguana for the Tennessee Williams Fest this year!
Huzzah!
I told my mom they were going to have to age me and she said, "To how old? Like my age?"
To which I responded, "Oh GOD NO! Not that old....jesus, mother."
Hehehe. I love teasing my mom about being old.
She has such a problem with it, and she shouldn't.
My mother is stunning and looks about 15 years younger than she actually is.
I just really, really like reminding her that she basically is a senior citizen, especially since she takes Centrum Silver.
HA!

Youth.
Overrated.

I already have the personality of a 45 year old divorcee and the dress code of a vintage librarian.


Speaking of getting older...
My prom is right around the corner, people.
February 20th.
I turn 25.
We are having prom at Southern Rep.
Dress codes, guest lists, corsages, and spiked punch.
It will be epic.
Plan accordingly.