I saw "Divine Secrets of the ya-Ya Sisterhood" with Jessica yesterday. For all those having seen the movie, let me clarify something: I have relatives in Louisiana (my mother's parents) who I visit occasionally. They live in Baton Rouge. They are not hicks. I have never met anyone in Louisiana who talks with an accent like they do in that movie. I have never been to a bayou or a swamp, nor has anyone else in my immediate family. I hate that cliche stuff. They don't square dance every night and wave sparklers over their heads like drunk Cajun whackos.

*sigh* I hate going to visit Louisiana. But I had to do a little defending there. It may be a gigantic hellhole and breeding ground for scandalous politicians, but the people are not rednecks. That's Mid-Mississippi and Alabama you're thinking of.

DISCLAIMER: I have only driven through remote parts of said states and regions, so I cannot vouch for the fact that everyone in said regions are rednecks. This is just an educated guess. Do not flame me if you are a law school graduate and live in said area. Good for you. I do not care.

Tee hee.

Since I've been off from "work" for a few days, I have no idea what to do with myself. I have to go get a shot today so I can keep my energy up for the shows this weekend. No, it's not steroids. Don't send out the police. It's just cortizone.

Last Friday, after the show, this young, very dignified guy approached me. He explained himself, and apparently he's a big wig in some professional traveling theatre company, and he wants em to audition for their next show. And the auditions are not open auditions. I was INVITED.

Shit. I'm scared.

I have to go throw up now.

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