Maybe I'll send a fax today.

I can't believe I missed last week! Actually, I pretty much missed an entire week online last week because my parents were visiting and they commandeered my internet for their own use. I guess they were storing up for the summer because where they are going, there is no internet. Dreadful thoughts, right? Actually, I kind of enjoyed my break. And the two days before they came, I was sucked into reading for 48 hour straight. No sleeping. No showers. Nothing. Just me and sixteen books. It was quite refreshing getting through a good portion of my "To Be Read" pile.

Did I mention that I won? Or at least, I tied for first place. For the second year in a row. Not to bad, eh?

I also had my dance recital this weekend. In some ways I am sad to see the end of it, but, it is nice to get my summer evenings back to myself. And, I will see most everyone I know from class again next year. Besides, there is always Facebook.

This weekend my friend visited me and I forced her (and myself) to watch a video of a French musical. We like to call them BFMs, or "Big French Musicals". These are the huge shows that play in very large theatres in France, like the Palais des Congrès de Paris. The show we watched was called "Cindy Cendrillon 2002 and it was one hot mess. Cindy (our heroine) lives with her evil stepmother (a former disco queen), and two step-sisters (one who wants to break free from the wall of man-flesh that surrounds her). Her father (a pilot) died in a crash and she never knew her mother (she was a one-night stand in Cuba). And then there is Ricky, a singer who likes to dance the jig, his sometimes girlfriend Judy (a model), and his agent. Throw in a fairy godfather/dressmaker and you have the show. Well, you have mix in a generous dash of WTF. Because Cindy knows how to dance the jig just how Ricky likes. But Cindy wants Ricky to take her to the stars like her father promised her. Basically, nobody knows what they really want.

Ok, there are so many plot lines in this show it isn't even funny. Well, bits of it are. Thank goodness this video had subtitles so we could enjoy Judy's song after her break-up with Ricky (and just before her death) all about how she is going to fax a single word to Ricky. That word? "Bastard". Or, as the song is aptly entitled "Salaud".



I have a terrible temptation now just to go fax the word "Bastard" to someone. Just because.

So, now you know a guilty pleasure of mine. BFMs. Should I be embarrassed? It can't be any worse than liking Zorro: The Musical. Heck, I even have a fish named Zorro in honor of that show!