What is this “Dignity” You Speak Of?

Ah, law school musical. How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

So here’s the thing about doing theater when it is not actually your job to do theater. It takes a lot of freaking time. A LOT of TIME. And you get pissed and you get tired and people take too damn long to do ANYTHING RIGHT and you just want to SCREAM for about THREE MONTHS. And your boyfriend hates you and you don’t go to class and the only time you’re at home is to sleep and even then, it’s only for a couple of hours.

Then opening night comes. And it is the most exhilarating experience you can ever have. I have jumped out of an airplane and I will say, nothing beats being on stage.

Seriously. The fear melts off like a pad of butter on an ear of corn. When those bright lights blind you, your dressed like a goddamn fool, and you’re hamming it up in front of a (cough record-breaking cough cough) crowd- you feel goooood. I couldn’t ever put it into words, but I’ve missed that feeling. It’s been a few years since I’ve done anything on stage besides give a speech and this weekend, I remember why I added that film major in undergrad.

I missed it.

One of the best things about it is surprising my friends. Most people know me as a little dorky, kinda quiet, sits in the back row kind of girl. Doesn’t go out too much cuz she’s got dogs and a fiancé and all that stuff. So when they see me head banging, hips gyrating, full out ROCKIN IT, the response is priceless.

I ain’t gonna lie, it’s always nice to get a compliment. And this week was so nice on my ego. I was told I was the most underutilized cast member, that I was a “natural talent,” and that I was the sexiest person on stage during a number based on Robert Palmer’s “Simply Irresistible.” Apparently, I have mastered the “bored but sexy” look. And all I can say is yesssssss.

Oh, I’d like to add that T.F. brought along two professional actors to the show tonight. I warned them that we were mere law school students and not to expect too much. Perhaps I set their standards low, but they told me they were blown away- from the acting to the writing to the choreography. So every single person who was a part of that show should feel very good tonight (if they aren’t puking on the side of the road like some people’s fiancés. Ahem.)

So there you have it. My law school musical roundup. I can finally return to my regularly scheduled reality tv. And by the way? Why aren’t you watching America’s Next Top Model? Because seriously? Jade? Gotta go. Not. Im. Pressed. And also? I have 4 words for you: Australia’s Next Top Model. Double the tits, double the swearing, and twice as good. You can see the entire season on the LJ page.

K, enough drunk blogging. Gotta get T.F. off the floor where he passed out and into bed.