Sunday, February 07, 2010
I refuse to write anything mean about those very adorable, very earnest high school thespians. Except that if there weren't so many dramatic pauses, I'd have been home 1/2 hour earlier. Your son is . . . . . . . . . . . . deeeead. Not - - - - - -my. son.
Ok, they're like 17 years old and they were better than I expected, even for the academy of performing arts. They're doing West Side Story in March, and it probably will be terrific. Plus my friend's kid will be one of the dancers.
It's late, and I didn't exercise yesterday or today but I could still get in my 40 minutes before bedtime. Hate to skip 2 days in a row. So off to the Wii I go.