ROCK NINJA

spotted on the subway this morning: a tiny little woman carefully highlighting relevant passages from one of those "why you're going to hell" pamphlets that certain sects of the christian church seem to prone to handing out.

so, it looks as though i have, in fact, been persuaded to join the ranks of the great play creature that biscuit has been rocking all summer. i get to be the resident rockstar. should be a good time, though it's been an absolute age since i've been in a play, and i'm beyond thrilled to say that i have NO LINES. all i have to do is look fabulous (short plaid skirt, yes we're on the prowl) learn a few songs and play them in the big party scene (two, down from the eight that initially caused me to turn the offer down. considering i would have had less than a week to learn them all, and every guitar tab i found for recognizable songs featured either a b-flat or c-sharp chord, neither of which i can play just yet). should be a good time. i think that part of the costume is going to involve wifebeaters with slogans written on them. the one that immediately comes to mind is "rock ninja." i do, of course, desire outside input and suggestions. please feel free to drop me a note with your saucy, three-words-or-less suggested slogan for a quasi-medimoderne rockstar.

in other news, we resurrected the cheesecake kvetching session last night. lots of wine, lots of cheese, lots of cackling and raunch. we had a new member in the ranks, creating a foursome out of the original unholy trinity, which was a lovely and welcome development. though i do fear that, enigmatic and mellow though he is, he is occasionally surprised by just how crass the ladies of the crowd can be. we can bring it, make no mistake. the biscuit is all too familiar with our gutter mouths and dirty minds.

and we're all suddenly becoming very well acquainted with my newly resurrected propensity for deep and sustained blushing. damn my fair irish skin!

and in conclusion, it is always very nice to receive a phone call simply to confirm that one has made it the extra few subway stops home in one piece. though it does make you wonder if you were more trashed than you'd thought. mmm....paranoia strikes deep in the heartland.