The other night, I rented and watched High School Musical, which was filmed in my very own alma mater. For the record, we are not Wildcats. We are Leopards. Anyway, the story unfolds as a wholesome jock and a bookworm collide in their mutual love of singing. They are untrained, they say. Both of these teens are so unbelievably alpha that they must have been created in a laboratory by the Disney scientists (this "laboratory origin" theory seems to be gaining popularity with me...) But really, it was pretty cute, even if the songs were mostly terrible, and I enjoyed seeing them dance around on the auditorium stage where I once blasted Green Day and set the stage lights to chase for the benefit of my fellow second period stage crew buddies. (I wonder what ever happened to those guys. If only we all could have stayed together through the years. How would it be if my stage crew class had bought a house together? We could have fixed it up with gaff tape and dutchman, hurling insults at one another all the while...)
So tonight we set off for sunny Costa Rica, where I hope it will be warmer than effing Seattle.
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