It's show week. I've been working virtually nonstop for the last two weeks, covered with paint (and mud and grease thanks to the icy hill to the condo), haunted by dreams of botched set changes and the myriad of missed music cues.
I got home from today's dress rehearsal just before 8:00. What to do between throwing dinner in the oven and sewing a couple of sequined belts?
Buy plane tickets to China, of course!
Yes, dear readers, Jason and I have booked our summer adventure - one week in Beijing, Shanghai, and maybe somewhere else?
We obviously have more research to do.
But we have plane tickets! Woot, woot!
North Korea? EH? EH?ReplyDelete
To quote my mother, "I am NOT going to North Korea to rescue you!"Delete
My response: "No worries! I'll get the insurance to ship back my body."