fun with makeup

Today is my stage makeup class. There are few things that make me laugh more than stage makeup, largely because you end up looking like a painted doll with the false eyelashes and such, and then you get to take it all off and paint up as another character. And anyone who's never had on false eyelashes is truly missing out - I told the fiancee that if he's not careful, I'm going to get the Halloween eyelashes with the pieces of shiny tinsel mixed in and wear them on our wedding day, just for amusement purposes. Mischief mischief.

In other news, my parents are getting royally screwed by State Farm. Everything over 20 years old is considered 'valueless' in the eyes of flood insurance, all things antique are excluded from the policy, and everything else is depreciated for time. So after all of this bullshit and paying premiums for the last nearly twenty years, they will be lucky to go to IKEA and purchase an endtable and a bean bag chair. Crank up your typing fingers ladies, I smell another letter-writing campaign coming on.

I asked the fiancee the other night if he thought we would ever be able to fulfill our dream of moving back to the city, taking our kids to City Park to feed the ducks, sitting on my grandmother's porch in Metairie the way we always wanted to.
He said that we would be able to, in time, and that hopefully the city will become a better version of its former self, safer, cleaner, better protected. It just hurts my heart to think about not being able to go home for a year, two years, and then seeing the remains of what was my favorite city.

Pray hard y'all, I don't trust Rita, sitting out there waiting to strike.

One great hour of levity

Just got out of my acting class to find that I've been tagged. I don't know exactly what this means, but I think it means that Stacey wants me to do this little online "whatcha know whatcha don't know" thing. So here goes.

7 things I plan to do before I die:

1. Sing on the stage of a major opera house
2. Swim with dolphins
3. Rebuild my mother's photo collection
4. Grow out my hair and donate it
5. Become fluent in German
6. Have and/or adopt children
7. Live in New Orleans with my family

7 things I can do

1. Sing in French, German, Italian and English convincingly
2. Make pies, cakes, cookies, pralines
3. Walk in funny shoes
4. Process medical insurance
5. Argue any price lower than it should be
6. Fall asleep anywhere
7. Peel shrimp and crawfish without instructions

7 things I cannot do

1. Play tennis, softball, or any sport involving a racket or bat
2. Touch cats without sneezing
3. Argue with my mother and feel okay about it
4. Sing mezzo pants roles
5. Cook normal food
6. Sit next to smokers and not intentionally (and sometimes unintentionally) cough
7. Eat take-out chinese

7 things that attract me to the opposite sex

1. A good vocabulary
2. A good sense of humor
3. Love handles, general cuddlyness
4. A good smile
5. Patience
6. Wit
7. Mischief

7 things I say most often

1. I know
2. HI-larious
3. I'm late for the train
4. Word (to your proverbial mother)
5. SAM!
6. Are we out of ice cream?
7. What's for dinner?

7 celebrity crushes

1. Harry Connick Jr. (like Stacey, since I was old enough to hear him sing)
2. Roberto Alagna
3. Colin Firth
4. Kevin Kline
5. My opera teacher (he's sort of a celebrity, very gay and unattainable)
6. David Letterman
7. Wayne Brady

7 people I want to do this:

1. Cristi
2. Drew
3. Alex (If he read my blog....I don't even think he believes in blogs)
4. Armand
5. eMac
6. Casey
7. Leontyne Price