I’m sitting here in a pool of sweat while I wait to finish the lasagna I got assigned yesterday afternoon (for the after show party). Went down and packed and packed. Now I’m exhausted and I have a show to put on. I think I need to take a nap.
I had a dream about Ian Somerhalder last night. We were driving in a truck, the Mother Abbess (Cara) was driving and Ian was in the middle, and our director (the divine Sabra) told me to stop flirting with him because I was a nun. I said I was a saucy nun, and was cuddling up to Ian, but he decided to marry the Mother Abbess because she was younger, and that was just fine because I was only flirting.
I didn’t have time to post pictures of the dressing room (Richie will be there tonight with camera in hand). So here goes:
This is Sister Berthe, the mean one, and Sister Remarque.
Here’s my cousin Emmie (on the left) and the Mother Abbess on the right, with demure Sister Margaretta in between.
And of course the demure Sister Margaretta on her own, looking pious.