i got hit on but it didn't count
October 19, 2001 at 12:37 a.m.
TOnight at my rehearsal for a gig I'm doing, the whole pit orchestra sang "Happy Birthday" to me. It was nice too, because most of them are grown-ups. Grown ups sound like parents, and I miss mine.
The nice flute lady made treats, too. I got some during the break and mentioned to another violinist as I headed out the door in search of a soda machine; "Gee, I'm glad I was born!"
(because if I wasn't born there would be no reason for the nice flute lady to make treats)
A boy french horn player nearby mentioned loudly "Me too!" I laughed as I headed out the door.
But he kept talking under his breath, and I could hear him as I left.
"It's good you were born - it's good to have eye candy around."
I felt so snazzy about that I even let the guys in kilts hanging around the soda machine flirt with me.
(oh, the show is Brigadoon, by-the-by)
But then 2 minutes later the original boy tried to hit me up for money so he could get a soda. Nu-uh. You don't compliment the Reva for a lousy buck. Sheez.
So I get the compliment didn't count. Thats okay, I'm feelin' pretty hot right now. My world is kind or smashing all around me, but I've re-entered the world of humans. My hair is no longer a war zone and I got contacts again. But it was for only a little over a month were I looked like a homeless person. Why don't people recognize me?
A lady at the rest home today asked me if I was the same girl that came last week. Yeah......
SUPERCRACK is incognito.......