My favorite moment of rehearsal last night:
Dearest "Benny" (names have been changed to protect the innocent) sidles up to my side, then kneels down on one knee in front of me. He reaches both hands towards my face, resting one hand near my temple and one just under my chin. I find my neck being angled' just so,' accompanied by a request to look down. Needless to say, I'm a little intrigued by this point.
I sat there, baffled, looking in the appointed direction while being examined for about 30 seconds.
He speaks: "Alright, good enough," and walks away.
Made me laugh. Hard. And now I have ammunition. Delectable.
Your "ammunition" is conditional. It only works as long as I have shame. I'm over it :-P
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