Red Coats and Nonsense

I'm telling you, it's been a very busy week.  While celebrating our declaration of independence from the red coats, rehearsing and causing a bit of mischief I haven't had much opportunity to think or read or do anything but play Words with Friends.  I'm SunshineMedallion; come find me if you dare, y'all.

Last post I mentioned that I was about to get fitted for my flight attendant costume for Boeing Boeing, and while I made no promise to post a photo, I know most of you couldn't sleep for want of seeing me as a 1960's TWA flight attendant.  Never fear, gentle reader, I deliver you what you never ask for (like this blog, for instance).  This is what my costume looks like pre-alterations:

Maura as Gloria in Boeing Boeing

Call me naive, but I never realized that flight attendants, especially ones doning little chapeaux, hold a certain amount of allure to men folk.  I don't claim any expertise when it comes to men, so don't be too alarmed by my ignorance, but my control group of male friends who have seen this photo have introduced me to a whole new set of questions about the opposite sex, notwithstanding whole new life situations where I stare at them, brow furrowed, wondering how I've been friends with them for so long without seeing that deep down they're just little (rhymes with) corndogs.  I won't ask the aforementioned queries, mostly because I don't really care about the answers.  I believe in living the questions.  I think I learned that in acting school. I also learned in acting school that men who play violent sports like football just wish they could menstruate.  Sounds about right.

Well, gentle reader, I'm going to finish my coffee.  Hopefully I'll accomplish more than just beating Tango Juliet Romeo at Words with Friends before tonight's rehearsal.

Yum.  Caffeine.