I’ve lost count now, it was inevitable.

You can tell how tight a group of people are by how comfortable they are in sharing their bodily functions.  Not that it is always pleasant or even desirable for people to be farting and etc. during rehearsals, but the fact that these things occur, with regularity, and are met with mild encouragement, I think, is a testament to this group’s trust in each other.

Lately, the bagel has been haunting me.  Specifically Connie’s bagel.  It appeared one day in a schoolgirls’ rehearsal, and it just keep coming back and coming back.  I even forbade bagels in rehearsal, but that only made things worse.  Today I even found an actual bagel in my bag — someone had planted it there.

Here is that bagel alongside Connie’s bagel, with her permission.