Little did we know, it would change his soul...and the blog as well.

March 12th - We are here, we are all here. It is week two of this experiment called "show". Our captain has left us and soon the first mate will be as well (only for two and two). Left are only a few guest bloggers, Michael and Nick.

How far do we go back? We have to go back to the place where the journey started, a little town of Anatevka where we first departed, charting a course to March 7th on the trail of Tevye's tears. But who is...this woman...that I see....Someone a tailor would desire? And why is Poole leaking blood from every orifice? Nary (insert finger wag). I don't like it.

Lookout Dalton sailed us straight to the bishop's birthday, a surprise it was not...it was in dire need of a savior, but all we got were bad ABT dancers (insert scowling look from michael). "And by that I mean American Ballet Theatre". Lots of Centerstage drama left us wondering what would prevail through the iceburg of tech week.

DEAD AHEAD

Fast forward to tech (one day later). A lot of people talking, no one agreeing. Costumes, trains and fabric everywhere, but where is the blood we seek? Maybe we could find it if there was a little more light on stage. PS, what show are we doing? Sweeney? Even the barbor would have hopped on Lady B's train, destination: Ping Pong Plaza with a Choo Choo Charlie and a .... class act.



How many times can one die? Or ways? No, we were right. Would you just die already? Bruised, bloodied and confused, we sailed into port on the coattails of alcohol consumption. Shore leave was not as expected. Strange new, sour sensations were discovered. The experiments went out of control, we are out of control, but yet Hillbilly Hyde came to the rescue. We also discovered the humor of a notebook: salty, bitter taste...slight feeling of euphoria, like the feeling of a salt water enema after too many WOW chips (insert slightly off look by Michael).

Allergic reactions to the environment caused weary bodies, bruised egos, and a need to rest by the waters.

We leave you with this one thought: Why does the dirty old bishop look like Mango from SNL?



PS - I'm just saying that Denise (a hypocrite) has a dirty whorish mouth.