There's a man on my roof, and he's holding something

What a weekend. Daylight savings time, Korinne's conference for tutors, the Croswell audition, and Sunday night at Kroger.

I made a trek to Adrian MI this past weekend to visit Milks at her conference. It was weird, she has friends. They even have personalities. Very Scary.

We hung out with her profs and some of the students in a hotel room until 2 in the morning. It was really funny because they were just like me in ways. Fun to be around, funny, and quick with barbs. Oh did I mention...

I shared a bed with four women.

Yep.

It was pretty awesome.

There's more, but it would take away from the rest of this blurb.

In the morning Korinne got ready to leave and I did too. She went to the finale of the conference as I went to a rummage sale. It was great. I bought a Univ. of Wisc.-Milwaulkee sweatshirt and a sweet trench coat. I think it was a great deal. I got those things, and the church youth group got $10 to go on their mission trip. After the deal of the day, it was off to WalMart to grab a sandwich and a drink. After eating, I went to the Adrian Library, located one building away from the Historic Croswell Opera House.

I read a Dr. Seuss book about Eggs, although I cannot remember the title. The library had these awesome stained glass windows that depicted children's literary characters. I thought they looked totally cool, and one day I would love to have them for my children. Afterwards, I was walking out to the car to get my sheet music for the Croswell audition and Korinne just happened to pull up as I was getting the music. There we were, alone in the parking lot. So off we went into the Opera House to begin the audition process.

I have not been to the Croswell since 1997, so it was fun to return. Once inside I was pleasantly surprised, and also mortified. The same psycho that is directing Godspell...was teaching the dance for the audition.

At least Milks got to hear what I told her about. I filled out the form, putting down some of my best acting, and turned it in. I was number 42.
42 out of a possible 152 mind you. So I think I showed up at the right time.

We sat, and sat, and sat. Then I was called up to the audition room. A small room with 10 people in it as well as the four of us who had been called up. I was third. The three others did well at singing. I did great. I sang Poison Ivy, a 50's pop song originally performed by The Coasters. It sounded great. Then I went downstairs to wait my turn to learn that dern dance.

Before that, I was sized up by the costumer. A nice woman with some sort of strange accent. I could not tell if she was British, Austrian, Australian, or something else. She was very fast too! I told her to let me know if she was going anywhere other than up north. She didn't know I was talking about measuring my nether region, so she asked what I meant. I told her, and she asked me to relax. It was funny. Then I made a joke about needing more measuring tape when she measured my chest, due to the fact that I am the rough build of a freezer. She made some kind of sound, not sure if it was a laugh or he gasping for breath, and then she continued. Moments later she went for my nether region.

First sharing a bed with four women, and now being "felt" by an Australian woman, can this weekend get any better? Seriously!

After the hand measurement Milks and I went to some little place on Main street. We were going to eat inside, but I was afraid that I would miss the dance portion of the audition. She got a Greek salad, six cheese lasagna, and bread sticks to go. We headed back to the Croswell and I went to the car to get my swim trunks so I would stay cool during the dance portion of the audition. I was going to go change into the runks, and my number was called. I dropped trouser right in the hall and put on the shorts, and made it just in time to begin the dance.

The dance portion was heavy jazz type dance. Lots of pointing fingers, walking on tip toes, and spinning was involved in the routine. It made sense to me after I thought about it. Fiddler on the Roof is not a dance heavy show, Carousel is not either, but Chicago is, so that was why we were learning this type of dance. Teach the hardest dance to all of the people and then weed out those that suck from Chicago and put them in Fiddler and Carousel. What genius!

My legs still hurt from that dance. Once finished, we turned our attention to the Adrian Goodwill where Milks found a beautiful two piece women's suit that was brand new...for five dollars!

A steal. A deal, less than the cost of a meal.
(Heh..Seuss.)

Afterwards we drove home and I took a three hour nap, followed it up with work, and then back home to have pizza and pop with the little woman as we watched Napoleon Dynamite.

Best. Weekend. Ever?

Eh, it was good.