I introduced myself as CSmith today at rehearsal. Simple, no? 27 people, most of whom don't even know my name, and a deal is made of it. Not a big deal, but practically the entire men's chorus introduced themselves by other names and took time to explain it, as I had been made to explain.
Kinda hurt. Those guys are jerks. They probably didn't mean to hurt me, but there's a certain line. I don't know them very well, they don't know me at all, and so making jokes seemingly at my expense is wrong.
LATER: I'm beginning to smell Brussels Sprouts. I only smell that smell when I feel INTENSELY bored or sick. It is a smell associated with lethargy and uselessness... also being forced to watch Married with Children.
2 comments:
I'm sorry, but I'm confused...
in hopes of alleviating your confusion:
1) I am assisting on a rather large show this month.
2) The cast was (I think) a little mean to me that day.
3) The smell of Brussels Sprouts reminds me of Married with Children because I was forced to eat them AND forced to watch that show on the same night when I was younger.
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