PLMC WINS...and Kid from Kid & Play is a dick

OK so this should be a good one. This past weekend rates a 10 out of possible 11 weekend points, because so much happened.

So if you don't know, this summer 90% of my time was spent performing in a show in The Capital Fringe Theatre Festival called Please Listen: A Musical Chaos written by Aaron Bliden and Mark Halpern (two guys who kick alot of ass acting and music wise). PLMC had its last two shows this past weekend, so since the distance between DC and Pasadena, MD is quite a ways, I asked if I could stay at Mark and Aaron's and the gents (And their awesome roommates) kindly obliged to deal with me for 3 days. Well the show went awesome, if you didn't get a chance to see it, that's understandable, We sold out all 5 of our shows over the past 3 weeks, sold a bunch of merchandise and had a shitload of fun doing it (Props to my fellow cast members). But the REAL highlight of the whole thing was that we were nominated for Best Musical of the Fringe...AND THEN WE FUCKING WON IT. Thats right, Please Listen: A Musical Chaos is the Best Musical of the Capital Fringe Festival 2009. After winning we proceeded to go hard, ball, and celebrate all the hard work and shit talking that we had done over the 6 week creation process.

Im so proud of all of us, and I'm amazed that I'm only like 19 and I actually had the oppurtunity to do something as awesome as this.

On a stranger note...last night I had a weird ass dream, and i want you all to know about it. I dreamed (or is it Dreamt) that I had joined the military (Thats one of my biggest fears btw...yeah its a weird one) and that my drill sergeant...was Kid, from Kid & Play...yeah the guy with the worlds biggest high top fade, and that he was attempting to ruin my life, because I was the most fun loving cadet of them all. Its just weird, I don't know how my brain came up with this dream...I don't want to know. My best guess is that Im having some kind of internal struggle and that Kid represents my fear of conformity. Either that or all the drinking I've been doing is fucking me up for permanents.

This next should be a good one. I get to see the wonderful Ali, and celebrate her birthday with her, which will probably end with either her or I lying face down in a mother fucking ditch. But im still excited, for real.

Favorite Shit of the Whatever: Best Musical Winners and The Fear of Christopher "Kid" Reid