Anabel met us at the studio in the afternoon, and Dima's visas from the Ukraine arrived and he flew in this afternoon. Having them at last in the house was like suddenly finding those last two little missing pieces of a puzzle turn up under the couch when you're vacuuming.
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| You can totally tell that piece is a dancer...it has a killer point. :-D |
Hmm.
Maybe I should have re-thought that analogy.
Whatever. YAY, OUR DANCERS ARE HERE!!
So, since they were supposed to have started last week while all us singers were learning music, they have quite a lot to catch up on starting tomorrow. Which actually works out well for the rest of us, since we had our first day of choreography today and it would behoove us to have a day to let it really get into our bones. This is pretty much the first time I've been in a cast that is primarily populated with singers, so a lot of the jazzysnazzy staging falls on our shoulders. I've always prided myself on being a pretty good mover for a singer, but it actually is a bit exciting/daunting to know that we're going to be basically carrying the shows. So far the choreo hasn't been overly complicated or taxing, but there is a decent amount to learn and not get confused with other bits of other songs and oh also sing flawless 5-part harmony and/or belt my face off. It is a challenge I very very willingly accept. As usual, my cast is staying on top of everything like a bunch of champions, and we surprised our choreographer by how much we managed to learn and at least semi-gracefully bumble through today. It gives me high hopes (DANGER! DANGER!) to think that once Belinda King herself returns to the UK and actually gets a chance to see us perform, that she'll be--as the Brits say--"well pleased."
Lord, that reminds me...I'm so tickled to be hearing all this new British vocabulary. Some I knew already (lorry=truck), some make me stop to think for a second (half seven=7:30, not 6:30), and some make no damn sense at all (pudding=dessert, custard=pudding, creme gelatine=custard or something, and I can't find sugar-free Jell-o mix anywhere! this is wrong. wrong wrong wrong.). On the other hand, I did discover today that the Brits say "sh*t hot", whereas we say "hot sh*t", and frankly, that just amused everyone. We're building bridges here, people. #diplomacy
Oh, and I have SO been loving the picture the Euros have of us Americans. So far we as individuals seem to be well-received, but it does dampen the spirit a bit to see "People of Walmart" become the standard by which all Americans are measured.
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| I mean, these are some majestic creatures. |
Though maybe this does us a service...the standard is set SO low that we can very easily impress the rest of the populace, simply by showering and having the ability to string full sentences together. Go us.
In an effort to ingratiate American culture to our own possibly disenchanted Euros, we are doing Thankgiving tomorrow!! I joke..we collaborated as a cast and put together a pretty traditional menu: turkey "joints" (sort of a de-boned half bird? kinda?), gravy (homemade and jarred), cranberry sauce, stuffing, sweet/regular potatoes, brussels sprouts, biscuits, and a pear/rum-soaked sultana cobbler. And wine. Much wine. Anabel, though a Brit, actually lived in Florida for a few years, so she's excited to get a proper Thanksgiving again, but Chris and Dima (as far as I know) have NEVER had one, and it's always a thrill to get to introduce the greatest of all American holidays to newbies.
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| You were a close second, National Talk Like a Pirate Day. |
I'll definitely be missing my family tomorrow, as I'm sure all the ex-pats will, but to have a lovely meal with lovely people will be a decent substitute. Also, COBBLER.
That's all for now, gotta go review choreo for one show and music for two others.
I love being busy...especially this kind of busy. It's bliss.
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