This Is Why They Pay Me the Big Bucks

So here's a little glimpse of our Children's Day Show. We had a good time.


Love Shack: "You're what?"
"Fine, thank you, and you?"

Singing Mama Mia with lots of lovely dancing ladies

Singing backup for "Shout," a little bit softer now, if you would.


These people were definitely ready to shout.

The "Mayor" of English Village decrees that all shall dance.

Children's Day was pretty wild. I spent my day out under the hot, bright sun, talking as a puppet, facilitating the limbo, teaching dances to kids (I did the chicken dance like 8 times, and I am now certain that it would be involved in my personal hell) and of course doing the show. It was great. Some of the kids were so adorable that I had to grit my teeth. Afterwards, I felt like showering and falling immediately into bed. Instead, I went and enjoyed some Shabu Shabu with a gaggle of villagers.

Sunday was also a busy day for me. I opened Little Red Riding Hood, which I'll be doing 4 times every Sunday until the end of June (minus the week I go to Israel, I'm going to Israel!). I carry pretty much the whole show until the Big Bad Wolf comes in at the end, so I was nervous about keeping the audience's attention, and making sure that the show was interactive enough. Luckily, it seemed to work well and was more fun than I had anticipated. The best part is when I get kids to come up on stage and be the tree, grass, mountain, pond and flowers that I see on the way to my Grandmother's house. After the show, I went to get some water at EV Mart and an older, gentlemanly park visitor there recognized me and insisted on buying me a juice because he thought I was a very hard worker. What a sweet person! It completely made my day.

In other news, I went on a date with a Jehova's Witness from Montreal yesterday. I went in expecting it to be the weirdest experience ever, and it was actually way more normal than expected-- but still weird. There was no evangelizing involved, and he was able to explain to me what the deal is with only a certain number of people getting to go to heaven and the number of Jehova's Witnesses in the world already exceeding that fixed, heaven-bound number. We went to a buffet restaurant called Marche, and then, because we discovered that we both love to sing, we went to a norebong... like a couple of HUGE dorks. Life is just so weird.