Aladdin

Aladdin Junior, our summer camp musical, went really bad for most of the time. But the third show went fairly well, even though it was the ONE time I messed up "A Whole New World" because I didn;t have a page turner, so I really messed up a couple bars because the page wouldn't turn. But, somehow, we survived. I have no idea how we survived, but survive we did. The first show we did, almost none of the main characters could be heard, so on the second and third show, our director managed to get microphones for the people who really needed them. So we did better the second day. But we still sometimes messed up. But that was only to be expected when you had a set of six year old triplets, and one of them is Jasmine. Oh, yeah, we had two Abus-the other two triplets-and one of them ripped part of her pants, right over the butt, and I had a roll of duck tape in my backpack, so I duck taped her pants, and it was like, "Okay, of all the times you are going to do the back and butt show in your lifetime, this should not be one of them." I'm not entirely sure why I had a roll of a duck tape in my backpack, but that's beside the point. I think it was because we were originally going to do the Genie's shackles out of duck tape, and I kept the tape in my backpack in case we had to do repairs or remakes or something. I had already made the shackles, and it ended up that we only used them for one show-the first one.

Where I was over the Weekend

I was in Florida over the weekend for my cousin's wedding. I had a performance the night before, so I got in the day of the wedding, which was kind of like Cinderella- party with friends for a night, and then wake up early and leave town. The wedding was actually really nice-it was short (it was only about half an hour long), sweet (quite a lot of people were crying), and to the point (last wedding I went to had communion for like 200 people). I actually had a job-I was not a bridesmaid, I was the Keeper of the Guest Book-I was basically like, "Hey! Have a program! And sign the Guest Book!" And that was it. But I still got one of those flowers that all the people in the wedding wear. Since there was no room on my dress-it was a halter top-I put it on my duck tape purse. The reception was really nice. The place they had rented had a really nice view over the waters of I-Do-Not-Know-What-Body. I was taking a whole ton of pictures during the dancing. Well, when it was the Bride and Groom and Mom and Dad dancing. Not a lot of people danced otherwise. When it was time for the Throwing of the Flowers, well...guess who got the flowers? Me. The cousin of the bride. The Groom's 14-year-old brother got the garter. It was epic. Really epic. I think both of us were the youngest in the Crowd of People Trying to Catch Flying Objects. I am the youngest of my cousins, but I do not know about the Groom's side. After the wedding we hung out at the house where we were sleeping and then went to bed. The next morning we went to my grandpa's old house and hung out for a while and patched up this inch-wide rathole. Then we went out to eat and then slept at my grandpa's old house. Monday was very boring. We did not really do anything. Tuesday we flew home. And now I am here. :)

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Okay, I know I haven't posted in a while. I've kept forgetting and then I got a journal, and that's where I've been doing most of my writing, for all of the last thre days... So somehow, I'm going to do some sort of compromise between the two...