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Tala · 03-26-2003, 10:51 PM

2 things.

When I was a Senior in high school, I was a leading member of the drama club (V.P.). We were putting on a play that required me to be in a serious role as a prosecuting attorney.

Opening night rolls around and the auditorium is S.R.O. (Standing Room Only) with parents, friends, and many folks who figured it'd be a fun night out. The play goes along well, and soon it's time for my opening statement, a very long speech that is to lay out whodunit, motive, etc. etc.

As I made my case and speech, (hell, I was damn glad I remembered my lines!), I got myself into a comfortable space and confidently whizzed through the lines, to the point that the instructor was very pleased and nodding at me from where she hid just behind the curtain. As I made my final point, my foot slipped off the edge of the stage and down I went into the laps of those on the front row.

Next line? "I rest my case, Your Honor."

Other one. About four years ago while a road manager for a group called "The Stranded Dogs", I was assisting the guitarist/lead singer/my best friend (see sig Marty Malloy) haul his equipment in. We had just grabbed his huge speakers (Peavey, baby) and were manually hauling them in when the corner of one got caught in the waist of my jeans. Without realizing that my pants were caught, Marty set his end down, thinking that I was going to do the same. The jeans ripped along the side seam, allthe way from my waist to my lower thigh, revealing in front of a bar full of people that I don't normally wear underwear and I wasn't wearing any at the time of the accident.

I had to sit the whole night showing more flesh than everyone else, since home was over 100 miles away and I didn't bring any spare jeans. :-/

03-26-2003, 10:51 PM
Tala Fucked if I know Join Date: Dec 2002 Location: Do you have a flag? Posts: 23,368	2 things. When I was a Senior in high school, I was a leading member of the drama club (V.P.). We were putting on a play that required me to be in a serious role as a prosecuting attorney. Opening night rolls around and the auditorium is S.R.O. (Standing Room Only) with parents, friends, and many folks who figured it'd be a fun night out. The play goes along well, and soon it's time for my opening statement, a very long speech that is to lay out whodunit, motive, etc. etc. As I made my case and speech, (hell, I was damn glad I remembered my lines!), I got myself into a comfortable space and confidently whizzed through the lines, to the point that the instructor was very pleased and nodding at me from where she hid just behind the curtain. As I made my final point, my foot slipped off the edge of the stage and down I went into the laps of those on the front row. Next line? "I rest my case, Your Honor." Other one. About four years ago while a road manager for a group called "The Stranded Dogs", I was assisting the guitarist/lead singer/my best friend (see sig Marty Malloy) haul his equipment in. We had just grabbed his huge speakers (Peavey, baby) and were manually hauling them in when the corner of one got caught in the waist of my jeans. Without realizing that my pants were caught, Marty set his end down, thinking that I was going to do the same. The jeans ripped along the side seam, allthe way from my waist to my lower thigh, revealing in front of a bar full of people that I don't normally wear underwear and I wasn't wearing any at the time of the accident. I had to sit the whole night showing more flesh than everyone else, since home was over 100 miles away and I didn't bring any spare jeans. :-/ __________________ ICQ: 11120676 \| Google: mindcrime \| Skype: suitemindcrime\|E-Mail: mindcrime AT gmail.com\|PR girl with great writing skills for hire!!!! Contact me to work for YOU!\|TECHIEMEDIA? 24/7 support from some of the best techs in the biz. Tell Jim that I sent you.