Would you pay five bucks to mock me?

Because you just might get your chance. So here's the story. I have this friend named Lori. I love Lori. She is wonderful and she has saved my very last thread of sanity on more than one occasion. For this reason (and because I casually put it on my list of things to do before I die) I didn't put up too much of a fight when she told me in her sweet way that she was directing a play and I was going to be in it. I agreed, under the very strict condition that there would be no dancing. Have I ever mentioned that dear sweet Lori is a stinkin liar and I WILL get even if it's the very last thing that I do? But I ride bikes. So I'm in this play. You should come. Bring a blanket and your family. You can all make fun of me together. (the family that mocks together stays together, I always say!) As long as you pay your $5, I don't care. Am I going to completely humiliate myself? Oh yeah. I went into this expecting to be in the chorus and, well, I got more than I bargained for. One such example involves feather boas. Don't worry. It's G rated. ;o) Anyhoo--it's half complete cheese and half actually pretty moving. So get out your five bucks and come make fun of me. See you there. I'll be the one rocking and sobbing behind the backdrop.