Much Better

This is the weekend I planned on having last week. Not too rushed, but eventful enough to keep me occupied. Great sermon today (Randy rocks), and people are in good moods. Which is nice. For a change. Going over to eat dinner with the Ben, Jon, Brian, Matt, Maiko, and J.P. (I only put J.P. because I haven't the slightest idea how to spell what sounds like "June Pay".) We're supposed to be having some German pancake ball...or something. I heard "strawberries" and just started to nod, because anything that includes strawberries is good in my book.

The musical is coming up very soon (Feb. 16th, 18th, 19th) and I really don't think we'll ever get to the characterization Mr. G planned...come to think of it...I don't think we ever have... Oh well, no worries. As far as what Ms. Krueger has told me, my singing has gotten better. Normally, people take this as a wonderful thing to hear. Not from the land I come from (which is still voting on a name). This compliment means that not only am I tolerable now, but I will be expected to be on stage. With a microphone. With people. Seated. Staring. While I WALTZ.

Now, I'm not quite sure how many of you have waltzed and sang at the same time, but I can assure you, it has a rather dizzying effect. However, if any of you happen to be at the performance, and I just happen to literally "waltz off stage", do not be surprised if I throw my hands up in the air and yell "Ta da!" in attempt to cover up my embarrassment. Because that is something I would do.

Don't say I didn't warn you.