I *am* pretentious enough to spell it theatre

Christmas #ExcitedFace with Cousin Ben!Merry Christmas Cracker Crowns!Annual Robby's Christmas Party photo with Heather!Seeing White Christmas @ the Kennedy Center!

On Christmas Eve I found myself driving my not-quite-having-4-wheel-drive car up a mountain covered in icy slush.

This was relatively horrifying, and made all the more so by the staggering number of cars that had simply stopped in the road, presumably stuck.

Had I known the weather conditions I wouldn’t have ventured out, but I was headed to my mom’s for her annual Christmas Eve dinner with my cousin Ben and Skye and the journey, before leaving, seemed worth it.

I, obviously, survived the trip.

(As did Ms. Dr. Chevy Lumina.)

(I know you were worried.)

But to stop myself from having a panic attack while alone in my car, I kept focusing on what an amazing holiday season this has been.

Despite the fact that I’m still embroiled in moving and painting and discovering I need to throw away oh-so-many things, and that this has resulted in a rather shortened Christmas lead-in and no Christmas tree to speak of, I’ve managed to fit in time spent with all the people I love.

And I have so much to share. Hilariously awkward group photos from Robby’s Annual Christmas Party. Adorable cookie and fudge baking. Presents exchanged and presents given and then taken back to be finished because I’m dreadful at deadlines. And my cousin being the first person to ever call me morbid.

This Christmas really was all about the #ExcitedFace.

I couldn’t have asked for anything more.

How was your Christmas?

I’d truly love to hear,


An Awkwardly #ExcitedFaced Christmas


Les Mis

45 minutes before the show was to start, I found street parking along Connecticut Avenue and hoofed my way to outside the theatre.

Texting my friend, I discovered they were walking from dinner and still at least ten minutes away.

Which would normally not be a problem.

But I’d just sat in rush hour traffic for an hour and a half.

And, well, I had to pee.

And my ticket was leisurely walking past the National Zoo.

And the event organizers had put out a freaking red carpet.

At the end of which stood a photographer, snapping pics of everyone who walked upon it.

(I did not want to be such a person.)

(I especially didn’t want to be such a person who got turned away at the door and had to walk back down the red carpet.)

Thankfully, the theatre had two sets of doors, so I oh-so-casually walked up to the right set and pulled, only to discover they were locked.

I then oh-so-casually pretended to not be trying to break into the theatre and frowned at my phone, as though to suggest to viewers that some event organizer had told me to check the doors and wasn’t that person silly.

I awkwardly hunched outside, as it was also a cold night and I wasn’t wearing stockings. Or a winter coat. Or socks. Or a hat or scarves or a dress with material that wasn’t thin cotton.

(In my defense, I stole the dress from Skye, so who’s really to blame here?)

Then I girded my loins and strode for the red carpet, where I figured it just looked like the photographer was memorializing everyone but surely was only taking the photos of the hoity-toity important guests.

(This was wishful thinking on my part.)

Les Mis

Cringing at the photographer, which I’m sure resulted in a #sexyface photo, I scurried past the woman standing at the door and walked into the lobby.

I was relieved to have passed one gate without having to explain my lack of a ticket.

(Or, for that matter, the name of the person who’d purchased said ticket.)

Les Mis

I then realized there was no easy access to a bathroom from the lobby and I’d have to pass the second row of doorways, all guarded by well-dressed women wearing important-looking lanyards.

So I re-girded and strode forward.

And in a surprising twist, none of those girls stopped or questioned me.

I had, in my pee-induced panic, forgotten my superpower, which is that I have such a fear of breaking rules and getting in trouble that you can tell from looking at me that I’m rather a coward and thus I never arouse suspicion.

This seldom comes in handy, as I truly can’t stand the idea of breaking rules or getting in trouble, but for the sake of my bladder, it was quite a useful tool that night.

I may or may not have just accidentally snuck into a fancy movie premier and now be standing weirdly alone in the lobby. #InsideMyAwkwardnesMeterIsScreaming

However, after I asked other employees for the location of the restroom and availed myself of its services, I was once again trapped in awkwardness.

For no one else was standing about the lobby – everyone who entered went straight to their seats or upstairs to the lounge.

No one else except me.

Les Mis

And I may have underestimated the fanciness of the dress code.

Which only made me feel more ill-at-ease and made it seem more likely my rather un-explainable presence would be questioned.

Yet, waiting there, pretending once more to be having a rather exaggerated-face-expression-inducing text conversation, seemed preferable to walking back down the red carpet, which I would eventually be forced to once again walk up.

(I can now know what I’ve always expected to be true – red carpets suck.)

(At least for the awkward amongst us.)

Les Mis

In explanation of how I came to be at such an event, I have a friend and this friend loves Les Miserables.

That friend loves Les Mis so much that last Wednesday evening, I was invited to join my friend and a larger group of friends to see the new Les Mis movie at the Uptown Theatre in D.C.

I was the only member of the group who had an average amount of affection towards the show.

(It was an early showing to benefit Woodley House, which provides housing and services for the mentally ill.)

Due to my average amount of affection, I didn’t take off work early and thus missed the pre-showing dinner.

(Two of the group members didn’t need to take off work early, as they’d flown in for the show.)

(From Brazil.)

(And Sydney.)

(Told you they were fans.)

But the fan from Sydney had an extra ticket so had invited me to join along with the Les Mis obsessed group and thus I found myself at an event which provided free popcorn.

(There was also free soda and water.)

(But I couldn’t get a stealthy photo of them.)

And if there’s anything that makes up for shaming yourself in public, it’s free popcorn.

Les Mis

And a rather lovely movie.

Which, if you enjoy musicals?

I certainly recommend.

It’s gorgeous.

And though I didn’t sob like my companions,

It’s also quite well done.

In case you were wondering how these crazed Les Mis fans met

It was through the movie’s IMDB page message boards



I’m just lucky it wasn’t a scam to murder me,


The Awkwardest of Les Miserables Viewings


26 Goals - See 26 Theatre Shows

Remember, many moons ago, when I decided the most productive use of my time, as a rather awkward and deeply lazy gal, was to make a series of unreachable goals, all including the number 26, which I vowed to complete by my 27th birthday?

And I did it!

(Not all 12 goals, that is.)

(Just one.)

(Oh, and I decided one was silly, so am only now aiming for 11.)

(Well, 10, now.)

(Next year I’m going to have a goal to be more succinct and understandable.)

(But don’t get excited, ’cause I probably won’t reach it.)

Seeing The Lion in Winter. (Aka, checking out my aunt's fabulous stagecraft.)The best part of intermission? Eavesdropping on the people behind you. (Unless you're in London. Then it's ice cream.)Saw Shatner's World final performance on Broadway. It was Shatner-y. NYC #roadtripIntermission at Peter and the Starcatcher. My pre-review is it's AHmazing. You should all totally see it.Intermission at South Pacific at Wolf Trap. I now have an overwhelming urge to adopt 1940s Army nurse fashion.Intermission at A Streetcar Named Desire on Broadway. I have a sneaking suspicion things are gonna get sadder. #nyc #theatreBring It On Intermission Review: fun fun fun. And the dancing thrills.Only at intermission, but I'm already comfortable declaring - One Man, Two Govnors is officially the best show I've seen on #broadway this year.Local theatre performance of Pirates of Penzance. Let's see if this guy's Major-General Song can compete with mine :)And my Broadway playbill lap shots continue. #theatreSeeing Late Nite Comic in Maryland. Mainly 'cause my friend Ashley's in it. But also 'cause it's going to be awesome. #26Goals #TheatreAnd now for some Gorilla Theatre. (aka, I have no idea what's about to happen.)Seeing The Lyons on Broadway. I love humorous deaths, so fingers crossed.James Earl Jones, John Larroquette, Kristin Davis, & John Stamos were all awesome. But my heart still belongs to Angela.Seeing Bloody, Bloody Andrew Jackson @ Studio Theatre. I'm most excited for the bloodletting.Just saw Freud's Last Session off-broadway. If you enjoy dry religious debated discourse, you should check it out. (For the record, I totally do.)Seeing Don't Dress For Dinner on Broadway. (Squee of joy obvious yet silent.) #26goals #theatreTheatre time! (Local production of Pride and Prejudice)Seeing Leap of Faith on #broadway.Seeing a play about the apocalypse and the Simpsons. I can feel your excitement for me. #theatreThe saddest part of a show? Remembering I have to drive home after. (And the last act cat murder.)Just saw a comedic musical based on Silence of the Lambs. If you enjoy horror-based humor, I highly recommend it.Nothing says panic attack like waiting in line at TKTS. #nycYou know who's a pretty good actor? Alan Rickman. #TrueStory

I have seen 26 theatre shows in the past year.

11 were on Broadway. 7 included attempted murder. 5 starred people I know. 11 were musicals. 7 were local productions. 2 included magic. 9 different people accompanied me to various performances. 5 were based on a movie. 1 starred Angela Lansbury. All were a lovely way to spend an evening.

The Who’s Tommy•Rabbit HoleA Lion in Winter•Shatner’s World•Home Games•Don’t Dress for Dinner•Seminar•Late Nite Comic•A Streetcare Named Desire•Peter and the Starcatcher•Leap of Faith•One Man, Two Guvnors•Pride and Prejudice•Pirates of Penzance•Xanadu•South Pacific•The Lyons•Freud’s Last Session•Suicide, Incorporated•9 to 5•Mr. Burns: A Post-Electric Play•Phantom of the Opera•Silence! the Musical•The Addams Family•The Best Man•Bring It On

I completely adored 7.

I did not at all enjoy 3.

But I’m glad I saw them all.

Of all that I saw

Peter and the Starcatcher is still on Broadway

And comes highly recommended

By me

In case that wasn’t clear,



26 Goals Collage For my 26th year of existence, I decided to achieve 26 goalsSeeing 26 Theatre Shows; Play 26 Board Games; Try 26 New Recipes; Read 26 Books; Watch 26 TV Shows; Have 26 Photo Shoots; Take 26 Day Trips; Watch 26 Classic Movies; Organize 26 Parts of My Life; Try 26 New Things; Finish 26 Craft Projects; Visit 26 Museums



Equally Awkward Reads

* 26 Goals

* And Then I Punched A Clown In The Face

* Apparently I’m Too Fat For Toilets

p.s. Don’t be confused by the photos – I was a bad blogger and don’t quite have a picture to go with every show. Plus, 26 photos would lead to a lopsided collage, so it’s clearly for the best.

And Then I Saw Twenty-Six Theatre Shows