amusedSome discussion was beginning that was rather gross.
E: We shouldn't talk about that while people are eating. I've eaten myself..."
At which point the green room bursts into laughter thinking of the ways this can be misconstrued.
L: Look, it's Cannibal Lesbians in Theatre!
This leads to more laughter - especially when someone points out the acryonym. Go ahead - figure it out I'll wait.
Got it?
So while we're all still laughing hysterically R at the table very quietly to herself says
R: No it's 'I've eaten' comma 'myself', not 'I've eaten myself' period.
At this point we continue to lose it, and spend the next several minutes talking all of our punctuation.
And apparently my drama is sickening
rubrchick. Whatever.
*sigh* I miss backstage at TW. There was never a shortage of wit.
hmmm... I still think that his interest is in you. Or that he would still be willing to play with you.
But he's a dork, intimidated by a gorgeous smart ass and all. A sign that you can do better!