A Treasure Found at Home

last night i went to the sing-along grease at the castro theatre. so much fun! we sat in the third row, ’smoked’ our cardboard cigs, pomed our pom-poms, and sang our voices out.

i’d heard earlier shows had the audience up and dancing in the isles. this was certainly encouraged, but maybe the wednesday before a major holiday is just too exhausting. i know the travel prep in my house and at work is taking a lot of my energy. anyhow, i think i saw three dancers in our performance. the group i was with all danced in our seats; and the guy behind me laughed and laughed at the dances the actors were doing on screen. it’s like he’s never seen any of them — maybe he hadn’t.

i wore my sparkley green poodle skirt. a girl only has so many chances to wear that sort of thing, ya know, and full advantage must be taken of every  opportunity.

the print they were showing was made for sing-alongs. the words to all the songs were written on the screen. all the words. to all the songs. even when they sing ‘for he’s a jolly good fellow’!