Note: this is another excessively happy and bubbling rant. If I were you I'd move on to another city. Run, run while you can! *hiss*

WHEE! Okay, so Friday I rush with my friend Susan, who I met on RML. It is very, very, very cold. But fun. We're amued by how the Detroit Opera House security guards wear shirts that say "DOH" in big letters. Also, the DOH is right across the steet from this rundown "jewelry store" that seems to be getting a lot more business than any real jewelry store should... pretty much everything around is closed, except the 'jewelry store' and this bar that we periodically go get hot chocolate from.

Blah blah blah, we buy our tickets! YAY! And I'm front row, stage right! So I go to our hotel and shower and dress and whatnot, and then I go sit down. The show is FAB, what else? Full cast though, bleah. Then after the show, I'm waiting outside the stage door, and Curtis comes out and sees me and he sings this little Renata song... (Um, he sang my name 3 times to some random tune. It amused me so.) I was like, "*gasp* You remember me!" and he was like, "Well, of course!" And then I got him to sign my sock-picture, and then I got him to sign this little ad for Rent I stole from the lobby for Megan, and I was like, "Megan says if you sign it to Megan she'll frame it." And he was like, "How do you spell Megan?" So I told him, and he wrote "To Megan: Where were you?? Curt Cregan" Also I got some pictures with him. And I had the "I am your herd" sign and he read it all dramatic and with a fake British accent, it was like, "I.... am your hehd!" Then I talked to Jake, who is absolute cute-on-a-stick, and a very confused Joshua ("You want a picture with ME? Are you sure?") and.. uh.. someone else, I think. Then I left. Then I realized I dropped the little thing Curtis signed for Megan so I went back and got it. Someone stepped on it, I think, but oh well.

The next day, we got there at like 4 am, and Katie and this other girl whose name I can't recall are like, "Well, we're going to stay in our cars as long as we can, but we have a list going." So we stay all moderately-toasty in our cars until about 7, then we get out and discover some random people are in the line. So we explained to them that we'd been there since 3 and 4AM, respectively, and yada yada, and they're like, "You can't have a list! We're first and if you tell the box office, we'll tell them about your list and you'll get kicked out!" Bleah. Skanky people. I mean, yeah, technically you can't have a list, but EVERYONE always does... feh. So yeah. But it was fun, we spent the whole time talking. I scared them with my Curtis-talk, but they scared me with their Matt-talk, so it was ok. Then we get our tickets. In the lobby, I am INCREDIBLY excited because I notice that Matt and Christian's names aren't on the cast board! I was like "JOSHUA AND CURTIS ARE GOING ON! AHHHH!" and I was very, very bouncy. So then I sit down and I see Matt running around backstage in his Mark costume, dammit. I think someone just stole Matt and Christian's nameplates.

But um yeah. During SOL I was exhausted so I was spaced out and marvelling at Stacey-Lea's extremely sparkly navel, and then I glance over and Curtis is laughing at me. Then at the stage door, I talked to Inna for awhile, who I know online and runs an Anthony Rapp website. Um, yeah.