Nice phone call

I just got the nicest phone call.

I graduated high school way back in the 70s, and of course, being the little mini-diva that I was, I was involved in all the musicals and straight plays I could get into back then. My director was a fiery, crazy, loud, wonderful woman named Marla, who demanded the best from us and then some. She was never satisfied; she always pushed us to do more. She was my inspiration, and the reason I fell in love with musical theater.

She called me today.

Talk about a crazy throwback conversation! We talked for 40 minutes about everything — but mostly musical theater. It was great to hear from her.

Boom Boom – remember Marla? Was she still at the high school when you were there? I think she was.

Big thanks to fellow RtB reader Michael for telling Marla I was still alive…that was great!

Fink, off to study

6 thoughts on “Nice phone call

  1. Rat Fink Post author

    HA

    Sweety I’ll probably be in the ground 30 years from now! Heck, at the rate I’m going, I may not make it to the end of March!

    What are you doin up so early??

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    1. Meg

      Ha…*blinks hard*…uhhh I am up at the buttcrack of dawn this lovely saturday morning to take the ACT.

      Wanna hear how much of an IDIOT I am?
      I walked out of school yesterday without my graphing calculator…do you realize how POINTLESS it is for me to pay $40 to take that test without one? And of course I realized it at 11pm last night. There’s a curse, I swear. I called every stinkin’ one I could think of to borrow one. But what HS kid takes their precious calculator home over the weekend? Ugh.
      So…thank the Lord Almighty for Mary Inmon. I called her at 6:30 this morning to ask her to rescue me, bless her heart. She is my hero.

      Welp, see ya lata, babe. *mwah*

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    1. Rat Fink Post author

      Thanks, Suz! Funny you should post this…I just got done with lunch and was sitting down to write you.

      Providence? I think so. :-)

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