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November 20, 2005
streeeetch
Why, oh, why am I up (not just up, but ready to go - I've been packing and mending petticoats and doing stuff for an hour already) at eight fricking thirty AM on a Sunday?
Dickens dress rehearsal day. Yaaay. And there was much rejoicing.
Actually, I had a fun day yesterday. Some of us went for a road trip to the City to run an errand. I was wearing my corset with jeans, and, boy howdy, did people on the street feel free to comment. Then later there was French Postcards rehearsal, which was very amusing. Then much, much later, I went back up to the City with Rob and Michael and we had a festive celebratory dinner. And drinkies, of course.
Must dash. My corset awaiteth.