I'll be Lindsey, Becca will be Tam and Katie will be the Monkey Girl

Right now I would like to say this site is undergoing a Big Major Re-Design, except I can't, because I have just spent an hour squinting at CSS tutorials and, if anything, I am getting DUMBER. Seriously. This is not good. There are changes, but they are subtle. Oh, if only I was a REAL nerd. One day this site will be all pretty and sparkle-fied and when it is, someone better send me the Tiara of Internet Godessness.

This is pretty much the last hot weekend in Seattle- the whole city agrees- and instead of taking advantage of the sun and heat and opportunity to brown my skin, I was either in the car (yesterday) or in the 5th Avenue Theatre (today). My sisters and I attended the National! Debut! of Princesses which was totally and completely awesome. Was it deep and reflective? No. Was it powerful and moving? No. Was it loud and pink and full of high school girl stereotypes prancing around and belting their little hearts out? YES. And it was DIVINE.

Readers of this website are aware of my fondness for all things high school drama- just look at my television programs of choice. At the top of my TiVo priority list are Gilmore Girls, Everwood, The O.C., and this year, Veronica Mars (and how did I manage to not catch on to this show's extreme awesomeness for so long? ) The Real World isn't exactly my thing, but I CANNOT miss an episode of Laguna Beach. Maybe I'm making up for a high school career tainted by basketball, student council and teacher's pet-itis, I don't know, but I LOVE THIS STUFF. So a play? Better yet, a MUSICAL? About seventeen-year-old girls? It's like they made the whole show to my specifications.

Becca will tell you that the boyfriend was stupid and that one scene with the dad and the teacher made her cringe, but I lapped it up. So there's this girl Miranda who gets sent to a boarding school because her movie star father doesn't want her around her movie star boyfriend (who happens to be her father's competition.) The music teacher at Miranda's school is all "Woe! There is no more funding for the arts! Oh dear me!" and decides to put on a production of The Little Princess as a last hurrah. Anyone who has seen the Shirley Temple version of A Little Princess is way ahead of the rest of us here- you will spend the entire second half thinking, "Did Shirley wear a dress like that? That's totally how Shirley said it. Doesn't the dad in the Shirley movie look like that too?" (Also, points for the Big Obvious Deadbeat Dad Metaphor.)

Miranda's dad shows up to placate his daughter and ends up directing the show- until he's called back to Hollywood to star in his next movie. Cue "Success Is The Best Revenge", the song I have had in my head ALL AFTERNOON. There is much dancing. There is much yammering from the Mean Popular Girl. There is an AWESOME song by the three girls who play the two men and the monkey- yes, monkey- in the A Little Princess, about how they never get to play girls.

I was ready to leap on stage at the end. One of the directors stood up before the play started and told us that as the show was brand new, there were other directors and producers sitting amongst us to check out our reactions, collecting information for future tweakage. I hope some of those directors or producers were sitting next to my sisters and me, three veterans of the high school drama department. We laughed at the right places, we laughed in some of the places where no one else was laughing, we had definite opinions about the Justin Timberlake rip-off who passed for the boyfriend and we definitely knew which role WE wanted. Also, we love pink. I swear, could they have FOUND better people to test-watch their play? I THINK NOT. Attention directors: I am still accepting free tickets.

Now it's Monday morning. I did not sleep well at ALL. I am really tired and my face has that tight dry sunburnt feeling. Yuck. Back to teaching myself (ha ha!) Movable Type.

Comments

[Sean]

Ooh, pretty! I like the new look so far. And I've got a new masthead for you, but currently it's floating around in the many folds of my grey matter waiting for an opportunity to be expelled through my fingertips and transformed into digital splendidness just for you. Now if I can just find a few extra minutes...

I know you won't be holding your breath waiting. ;)