"There once was a New York designer,
Who thought that no other was finer.
She demanded 'ECRU!'
The reply was 'F U!!!'
And the draper gave her a shiner."
Today started the final sprint towards the My Fair Lady opening. This Saturday the delightful, wonderful (can I keep lying like this?) designer "D" arrives in a whirlwind of activity. Which of course includes the loss of our Sunday so that we can get in two fittings. Which is all honesty has nothing to do with the designer and all to do with Equity rules. Yet the six glorious hours are more then enough to set the spirit ablaze. And as the dull metallic scent of roach poison drifts up from the dressing rooms below we are more then aware of the stench of death in the air.
So as a celebration, or a reward, or something, for all of our struggles we had an Eddie Izzard inspired tea party, complete with a headstone cake carefully crafted with our designer's name across it. Removed from the photo's for the our sake, not D's. Thanks to Mary for the limerick and the cake. Needless to say the tea kettle will remain in the shop from now on.
So we have till Saturday to count our blessings and pray that our resolves will last until the opening of this show. If we aren't eaten alive by the mutant cock roaches, we aren't torn apart by the stress of an impossible show, and we aren't serving 30 to life for murder 1... then at least we know we can survive anything.
Even this photo>>>>>>>>
Photos: Cake, Tea, and All me! Eat your heart out D!
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