Stilettos and Si Senor

It's been a long time since I've written. The reason is because I've been quite busy with Spirit Fashion Show. Bascally everyday was devoted to being at rehearsal or something or other. Last night was the show. Thank god its over. Between the fact that my scene never had a scheduled practice time, and the fact that when we ran it at comprehensives we always gt criticized for sloppiness, I was getting pretty darned upset. Especially since that was my one and onl scene. That changed though. A week before the show, I was added on to be a Skittle Girl - basically I was supposed to wear a 70s yellow concierge outfit and walk around the auditorium with a tray filled with champagne flutes filled with skittles. What ended up happening with that was that the designers were so behind on their sewing that my outfit was litterally tacked together at the last minute Literally 20 minutes before the doors opened. Then there was the problem of the fact that out of the ten skittle girls, only I seemed to know how to balance a tray. So they couldn't walk around like they were supposed to. I didn't really want to walk, my feet were killing me. I have blisters on my ankles now, painful reminders of that particular ordeal. So I did that, and then the show started, and then we did our dance. Went well, that. And then I basically sat around for a long time, not expecting to do anything else till the model call when one of the coordinators dragged me to a room filled with clothes and told me to pick some stuff out. A literal last minute scene was added for a designer who came all the way down from NY, so I got to walk in my stilettos. That was pretty darn awesome. Basically, getting to the show was hell. The actual show was awesome.
One problem. I made the mistake of eating at the campus eatery - Si Senor. So I was hungry. So sue me. I now have food poisoning. I haven't been able to really eat much all today and I couldn't figure out why I felt so terrible and all of a sudden, I realized why I felt like throwing up (if you know what I mean).
Jolly, no?