Eye Had A Great Day

FRIDAY, JANUARY 27TH


I have Fabric Paint in my eye.
Seriously.


I have said this outloud several times tonight and yet no one seems to realize the implications of having Fabric Paint in one's eye.


But first......


This day started with meeting my whacky BFF's for breakfast.  El Presidente came up with the acronym FFF (Forced Family Function) which made us all laugh.  She was rather feisty today.

Speaking of feisty, My Favorite Lesbian officially put in a request to change her blog nickname to Angel Food Muffin.

This request is in committee.

sigh


I miss these scamps.  We talk over each other and yell and hug and talk about our kids.   We have different perspectives and don't attempt to persuade one another to our perspectives but often offer helpful advice. I love them all and miss the ones that aren't here anymore. 


(Oh and some Yadda Yadda politician sauntered over to our table to say "Hi".  I kept thinking that he needed a brow wax.) Anyway he took his name off of the SOPA bill so I guess I am OK with him.

Literally this was the first hour of my day.

RACED to my Teaching English Language Learners class.  I am actually kinda digging on this class and it may become a "thingie" to me.  I will keep you posted.  I meet my student next week.

3 hours of class and  I was off to go to the costume place with D-Gang.  Followed by her need for Fro Yo and my need for anything BUT Fro Yo......followed by a ton of hours of pre-tech.

That is when I got fabric paint in my eye.  And I sat in the booth with D-Gang while she programmed 97 light cues.  And talked to herself.  A LOT.  I had no idea she talked to herself that much.  Actually I have never heard ANYONE talk to themselves that much.
 

But I was super impressed.


So I didn't have the heart to interrupt her to talk about my Ocular Situation.

After she finished up she met up with me in the dressing room and suggested we go get a quick bite to eat.  I looked at her (with my one good eye) and then looked at myself.

"Where in the world could we possibly go looking like this?"

She chortled.  And realized that I was right.

"Let's go to your house.  No one there will care what we look like and....BONUS - if stuff gets spilled on us, we are dressed for it!"

So off we went for an evening of drool, laughter, discussion, hugs and snacks.




Tech with full cast and crew in a few hours.

I better rest my fabric-sprayed eye.  

Lest I show up with an eyepatch on.

pssssht.

It wouldn't be the first time I showed up someplace with an eyepatch.




Best. Friday. Ever.