12 on the 12th
One of my blog friends, the uber-foxy Melanie, does this thing where she posts 12 pictures on the 12th. I’m not sure why, or what the rules are, but I’m posting 12 on the 12th this month so I can be as cool as she is.
I think I have a long way to go…
12 pics!
I’m being completely taken over by hair. For the love of God, somebody help me.
Since my wireless card is weenie, I plug in at the Kitchen counter here at the Res (artists residence).
I’ve been after this gyro for three days. I got a cookie while I was waiting.
To you it’s a simple Netflix envelope. To me it’s 91 minutes of Pam Grier ready to bust out. Aw yeah.
My show poster in the window at the Commonweal. World premiere, beyotch!
One of the many cool things about the Commonweal Theatre - the trippy ceiling decorations in the lobby.
My makeup station in the dressing room. I actually don’t use make-up, but I’ve been too lazy to take my caboodle back to the Res.
Shooting through the ice-chunk scrim from backstage.
The exact same shot with the flash covered. Theatre is cool.
Kimberly singing karaoke toward the end of the show. We rehearsed tonight because I wrote script changes for the last weekend, for I am a bastard person.
Any day that ends with beer and pizza is a damn good day.
Walking back to the Res on the best-named street ever.
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