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Aug. 12th, 2003 10:17 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oakenguyAt last night's rehearsal we choreographed the big ballroom scene, which is going to be five minutes of slapsticky goodness. The only things missing are a ragtime piano tinkling in the background and a baker coming in with a tray full of cream pies. I love it. Loooove it. (And this is only partly because I got to be dipped by Cliff *and* Donna while they were working one particular bit out.) It was worth the bugbites, even the one I got between my eyebrows that looks like the world's ugliest bindi.
On my way out of Ira's neighborhood I saw a rabbit hopping along the lawns beside the road, which I've chosen to believe is wild, because otherwise I'll feel guilty about not stopping the car and trying to catch it. Because even if it was tame (possible) and willing to let me catch it (much more doubtful), I would have what? Taken it back to Ira's place where the two huskies live, walked into the middle of rehearsal, held it up and said, "Ira, do you know who this belongs t ahhh! AHhh! Get them off getthemoff Bad Dogs! Oh the humanity!!!"
Um, no. Run free, little bunny.
On my way out of Ira's neighborhood I saw a rabbit hopping along the lawns beside the road, which I've chosen to believe is wild, because otherwise I'll feel guilty about not stopping the car and trying to catch it. Because even if it was tame (possible) and willing to let me catch it (much more doubtful), I would have what? Taken it back to Ira's place where the two huskies live, walked into the middle of rehearsal, held it up and said, "Ira, do you know who this belongs t ahhh! AHhh! Get them off getthemoff Bad Dogs! Oh the humanity!!!"
Um, no. Run free, little bunny.
