These past few weeks have been so surreal.
I've been spending so much time traveling about to Haifa for rehearsals, shopping or sewing costumes for the show, I can just vaguely remember when I last found myself doing proper grown up things.
I'm working hard on it, but I'm enjoying every second, and I can't wait for all my friends [and family too!] to come and see me this weekend.
Funny thing is, when you get so involved with RHPS, you tend to forget other people still live in the real world. I was in a lingerie shop buying some black garters, asking the saleslady if she had any thigh-highs. Stupid question, I know. She replied she did, and I mumbled something along the lines of "Good, I'll need to come back here before the show". Sure enough, the woman behind the counter edges forward and asks "Oh, you DANCE?"
*Mims shifts slowly and walks towards the nearest exit*
By this point try explaining to her that you're playing the role of a 50 year old pale hunched-over junkie of a butler in the next Rocky Horror screening, and NOT an exotic dancerÂ… to her credit I will say that wasn't the first time I was taken for a stripper/hooker, but that's a story to be told some other time.
Some slightly more serious stuff to come once the show is out of my system.
'til death do us,
Mims.
I've been spending so much time traveling about to Haifa for rehearsals, shopping or sewing costumes for the show, I can just vaguely remember when I last found myself doing proper grown up things.
I'm working hard on it, but I'm enjoying every second, and I can't wait for all my friends [and family too!] to come and see me this weekend.
Funny thing is, when you get so involved with RHPS, you tend to forget other people still live in the real world. I was in a lingerie shop buying some black garters, asking the saleslady if she had any thigh-highs. Stupid question, I know. She replied she did, and I mumbled something along the lines of "Good, I'll need to come back here before the show". Sure enough, the woman behind the counter edges forward and asks "Oh, you DANCE?"
*Mims shifts slowly and walks towards the nearest exit*
By this point try explaining to her that you're playing the role of a 50 year old pale hunched-over junkie of a butler in the next Rocky Horror screening, and NOT an exotic dancerÂ… to her credit I will say that wasn't the first time I was taken for a stripper/hooker, but that's a story to be told some other time.
Some slightly more serious stuff to come once the show is out of my system.
'til death do us,
Mims.
