wringing of the hands
Tonight will be my first choral rehearsal since the emergence of the First Soprano Bitch Gang. I’ve been nervous and stressed about it for days now, because I’m neurotic and spazzy like that. Right now, my strategy is simply to arrive very early so that I can choose my seat before the FSBG even gets there.
Good Luck!
That’s what I would do. I don’t know if that’s an endorsement or a condemnation.
FSBG? Sounds like a gang. A really pretentious gang of bitches who think they can sing but can’t. Or if they can sing, they have really frizzy hair. Or if they don’t have frizzy hair they carry around Coach knock offs.
Either way, you, my dear, are so much better than that.
How did it go? Did you give anyone sticky buns?
It went strangely well – so well, in fact, that I wonder if I accidentally got into some drugs and hallucinated last week’s rehearsal. I’ll have to post about it soon.